Damn, she looked so hot in just her bra and panties. She hadn’t stopped dancing and when the next song on the playlist began, one of Usher’s, she spun around. The way she touched her hips, her neck, lifted up her hair, had me wanting to jump out of the chair and throw her on the bed. Lace lingerie was a good look on her. Her cleavage was insane.
Her expression turned serious. “No touching the talent.”
My raised eyebrows let her know what I thought of that. Things only improved when she straddled me. Her crotch grinding against mine as she moved her hips practically had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Best lap dance ever.
I was about to grab onto her waist when she slapped my hands. I forgave her when she began touching my chest and stomach. Then I was annoyed all over again when her hands went no further south.
Forgiveness was once again hers when she reversed her position with her legs spread out over mine. I couldn’t decide if her front or back rubbing against me was my favorite.
Clearing my throat, I informed her, “Usually strippers only wear panties. Time to lose the bra.”
She turned her head back with a scowl on those pretty lips. “Had many lap dances, have you?”
I’d walked right into that one. Avoiding her eyes, I answered almost guiltily, “A few.”
She sighed, making me think of other sounds she’d be making tonight. “I guess I won’t be your first anything, will I?”
Leaning my face into her hair, I decided I liked her jealousy. As long as she was spreading her legs for me, she could be possessive. “No, but you can be my best.”
And I’d be her only. That thought had me feeling possessive myself.
I must have chosen the right thing to say because off went the bra.
With her arms crossed over her breasts, she glanced back at me with an angelic look on her beautiful face. “Want me to turn around again?”
“Now,” I ordered her.
“No,” she pouted the word, her lips forming a small circle.
The girl was driving me crazy. I wanted to pin her down and pound into her. “That’s it. I’m touching what’s mine.” Reaching around, I slapped her arms down and cupped her breasts.
Absolutely perfect.
“Caleb!” she gasped my name, moaning as my thumbs played with her nipples.
“You like?” I whispered in her ear, licking her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin.
Gianna nodded jerkily. My girl was horny.
The song switched to hip hop and she arched and swayed on my lap at a faster pace. With my hands on her tits, she seemed even more into the dancing. Everything about her was sexy, her ass bared by the g-string, her naked back and the way she relished my touch.
I was getting off on the power I had over her. It felt like the high of ownership. Jealousy surged through me as I remembered the time I found her dancing seductively to a Shakira song in front of Jared while they were camping and partying. Gripping her hair, I gently pulled her head back. “Gianna,” I whispered harshly, “You’re way too good at this. You haven’t done it for any guy before me, have you?”
She shook her head despite my hand in her hair. “Never. Swear.”
“Good because you’re mine.” I slipped a hand into the front of her panties. Wetness greeted the two fingers I slid into her. Her moan drove me to continue. “You’re so wet for me.”
No other guy had touched her down there either.
She squirmed in my lap as I fingered her. “Oh god, Caleb, that feels so amazing.”
“You want more?” Leaning back, I had one hand on her hip and the other between her legs and used both grips to grind her ass back against my me. She’d stopped dancing, but it didn’t matter anymore. The real games had begun.
Gianna’s breaths were short and she was moving against my fingers. In a way, it was a different kind of dance. “Caleb, more.”
“Do you want me inside you?” I asked her, lightly pulling her earlobe between my teeth.
“Yes,” she answered, but I wanted her gagging for it.
“You have to beg for it, Gianna.”
There was no hesitation on her part. “Please, Caleb, please?”
“Please what, Gianna?” She was beginning to learn who was in control.
“Please can I have you inside me?”
Her pleading was so sweet. It made me feel like dirtying her up, doing nasty things to her.
With a growl, I stood up, taking her with me. “I have to have you right now.”
I placed her on the bed, barely refraining from tossing her. I took off everything but my underwear. Looking down at her, I couldn’t believe this gorgeous girl was all mine. She wasn’t covering her breasts and I drank in the sight of them. “Jesus Christ, Gianna, I wanted to go slowly with you the first time, but I don’t think I can.”