Danger! Bad Boy(8)

My nervousness didn’t matter anymore. Grabbing my makeup bag, I dug through it for my red lipstick. As I carefully applied it to my lips, I channeled my inner sex kitten. It took some digging, but she was there. Coming awake, she stretched her limbs seductively and smirked, awaiting my direction.

Okay, I could do this.

Opening the bathroom door, I heard the music Caleb had playing on his phone. Rihanna, perfect. The room was lit by a single lamp but the curtains were open to let in the lights from the strip. His eyes rested on me as I moved closer. In my head, I was choreographing the performance ahead.

Walking to where he sat, instead of stopping in front of him as expected, I circled around the chair, running my fingers through his hair. I gave his hair a little tug before letting go as I stopped in front of Caleb with my back to him at the exact spot the glow of Vegas coming through the window.

I slowly unzipped the side of my dress, letting it fall down my arms and over my hips as they swayed to the music. The dress dropped to the floor, leaving me in only my bra and panties. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.

The song changed to one of Usher’s and I spun around while running my hands up my neck and lifting my hair. Caleb eyed my lace panties like he was wishing for x-ray vision. Not that they left a lot to the imagination.

I gave him a stern look. “No touching the talent.”

He raised his eyebrows, not exactly agreeing to the rule. Straddling him, I started moving my hips, dancing seductively while grinding my crotch against his. Why had I been freaking out earlier? I loved this!

Caleb lifted his hands in the air like he was about to grab my waist, but I slapped them away. Maybe I should’ve had mercy on him, but this was too much fun. I ran my hands over his shirt from his chest to his stomach, stopping short of where he wanted them most.

Turning around, with my legs spread out on either side of his, I continued to grind on his lap. Caleb cleared his throat. “Usually strippers only wear panties. Time to lose the bra.”

I looked back at him with a scowl. “Had many lap dances, have you?”

Caleb suddenly found the ceiling more interesting than the half-naked chick on his lap. “A few.”

I sighed, already guessing but not liking having it confirmed. “I guess I won’t be your first anything, will I?”

Caleb smiled and leaned his face into my hair. “No, but you can be my best.” Whether that was true or not, it was a sweet thing to say.

Which of course earned him bra removal.

I took it off, holding my arms over my breasts, glancing back at him with an innocent expression. “Want me to turn around again?”

“Now,” he demanded forcefully.

“No,” I pouted.

The desire and lust in his eyes both thrilled and scared me. “That’s it. I’m touching what’s mine.” He reached around me to push my arms down and palm both of my breasts.

“Caleb!” I gasped out then moaned when he flicked my nipples with his thumbs.

“You like?” He whispered in my ear, licking along my neck.

I managed to nod. Actually, I liked it a lot.

When the song changed again, I resumed dancing and arching my back against him, but at a faster pace. With my back still against his chest and his hands still holding onto my breasts, I was feeling the music like never before.

Caleb grabbed onto my hair to pull my head back. “Gianna,” he hissed in my ear, “You’re way too good at this. You haven’t done it for any guy before me, have you?”

I shook my head. “Never. Swear.”

“Good because you’re mine.” He reached down with one hand, sliding it into the front of my g-string. Two fingers entering me made me groan. The foreign feeling was far from unwelcome. “You’re so wet for me.”

Caleb began fingering me, making me pant for more. “Oh god, Caleb, that feels so amazing.”

“You want more?” He leaned back in his chair, grinding me against his crotch while pushing his fingers in and out of me slowly. The dancing was forgotten as pleasure took over.

I felt like I was on the verge of something spectacular, but it wasn’t quite enough to throw me over the edge. “Caleb, more.”

“Do you want me inside you?” Caleb whispered in my ear, gently biting my earlobe.

“Yes.”

“You have to beg for it, Gianna.”

I didn’t even care about my pride anymore. “Please Caleb, please?”

“Please what, Gianna?” Caleb was enjoying torturing me.

“Please can I have you inside me?”

I felt Caleb’s rumbling growl where my back met his chest. It turned me on more. He stood, picking me up in the process. “I have to have you right now.”