Holy effing crap!
Pull yourself together, Caleb. Not the first time a girl grabbed your junk.
I decided to enjoy her boldness, letting her know from my expression how much I loved the attention. Besides, two could play at that game.
My hands were now on the back of her thighs, so I slid them up to cup her butt cheeks. She was wearing a g-string. Nice. She squirmed a little, but kept a calm look on her face. Naïve girl thought she still had a chance at winning. Her naughty smile tempted me more than anything else.
Gianna obviously forgot who she was messing with. Time to teach the little tease a lesson. I moved one hand between our bodies and rubbed her through her panties. Her eyes closed almost immediately and her head dropped against my chest.
When she pulled her head back and met my gaze, I didn’t bother wiping the satisfied smile off my face. Her glare had me shaking with laughter.
Lightly rubbing me with one finger, she put her lips to my ear and yelled, “I want to taste you!”
I shuddered in anticipation at the thought, hornier than before. As she bit her lip, I glanced at her mouth, thinking of all the fun coming my way.
Girl didn’t even want to try matching my skills at talking dirty. “I want to hear you beg for it with that sweet little mouth of yours.”
She glared at me again but licked her lips. “You’ll be the one begging before the night is over!”
I gave her a confident smile.
She got a mischievous look on her face. “Hey, Caleb!”
“Hey, Gianna!” I teased her.
“Do you want a lap dance?” Her grin was triumphant.
And just like that, she found my kryptonite.
“You’re not playing fair!”
She wrapped her arms snugly around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest. “I can make it real nice for you.” Dropping kisses, her lips ran from my neck to ear to further tempt me. “Your own personal stripper.”
Liking her in my arms and loving how she thought, I squeezed her body tightly. Her giggle was adorable. She mistakenly assumed she finally had the upper hand. I pressed my lips against her ear. “You are so asking for it, princess.”
“Promises, promises!” she said playfully.
That’s it!
Snatching her up off the ground, I quickly turned her towards the exit before setting her back down. Placing an arm around the back of her waist, I guided her off the dance floor and out of the club.
Life was good when you were about to get laid.
We left the hotel and I practically threw her into a cab. I asked the cab driver to take us to the nearest convenience store and pulled Gianna onto my lap. She laughed, still thinking she had the upper hand. She didn’t realize that all lessons taught tonight were going to be by me.
“What’s so funny, Gianna?”
“You are. I almost have you begging for it.” Her smug smile made me want to laugh.
Instead, I nuzzled her neck. “The night isn’t over yet, sexy girl.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she questioned suspiciously.
“It means, when we get back to the hotel room, I’m going to have you begging me,” I told her, then added in a high-pitched girly voice, “Harder, Caleb! Please, Caleb, make me come again!”
I couldn’t wait to hear her climax while moaning my name.
“Lap dance,” she said in a taunting voice.
“My mouth between your legs,” I said in a similar tone.
Tilting her head to the side, she looked thoughtful. “Will I like that?”
“You will when I do it.” I had the utmost confidence in my abilities. Depending on the girl, I didn’t always go down on her during sex. If a girl was a nasty slut, I had no interest in licking passed around snatch. Any other time, I usually enjoyed what was on offer.
To show Gianna what was in store for her, I kissed her deeply.
The cab driver coughed and I ignored his uptight ass. However, I didn’t want him getting any ideas about my girl. Another guy even thinking about her in a sexual way would piss me off big time. Gianna was a good girl.
And all mine.
We stopped at a gas station and I asked the driver to wait for us. As we went inside, Gianna asked, “What are we here for?”
“Supplies,” I informed her. I grabbed a box of condoms and some alcohol. Beer for me and strawberry wine coolers for her. Hmm, strawberry kisses from Gianna.
After waiting in line to pay, we got back into the cab and told the driver to take us back to our hotel. I pulled Gianna back onto my lap again. Right where she belonged. With all the people walking the strip, traffic was slow moving. I didn’t mind, the anticipation would make it all the sweeter.
“Hey, Caleb?” Gianna asked, her graceful fingers in my hair.