I gripped the edge of the couch, needing to restrain myself from tearing across the room and clawing at him like a sexually crazed wild animal. I couldn’t entirely rule that scenario out, the sight of him stirring an uncontrollable heated primal feeling within me.
The chorus kicked in, and Ginuwine sang about ‘riding his pony’ and as those lyrics filled the room, Bryce thrust his cock and pointed at it definitively, forcing my mouth to drop. Yes...it dropped to the freaking floor, followed by the rest of my body. I was now on my knees, sitting on the backs of my feet in front of the couch, salivating. Fuck! I desperately wanted to ride his pony. I wanted to freakin’ ride it immediately.
He did a 360-degree spin and stopped, standing over me, only centimetres away. He pulled his tracksuit pants down at the front only slightly revealing what looked like red underwear. No! He hasn’t...He didn’t...Oh, fuck! I think he did. My eyes widened and I knelt up higher to sneak a peek at what I thought was a red G-string, just like Magic Mike’s.
He grabbed my hand and twitched his finger at me as if to say ‘nuh uh’, then he gently pulled me back up so that I was once again sitting on the edge of the couch.
Eye-fucking me heatedly, he slowly crouched down to his knees and placed his head between my legs. I shuddered. Oh, holy fuck. Then, almost instantly, he lifted me and stood up, my pelvis covering his face and my legs wrapped around his neck. I screamed at my change of elevation and because Magic Mike did the same thing to some random chick in the movie.
He walked me over to the step and gently knelt down, laying me flat on my back. I laughed and covered my face with my hands.
“You’re crazy!” I branded him over the music.
He didn’t say anything, just pretended to dry-hump me as Ginuwine sang about being horny. I couldn’t stop laughing at his smirking face, when he hovered over my mouth and teased me with his lips. I tried to kiss him but he pulled away and slowly crept down my body, eyeing me devilishly and stopping momentarily to nip at the damp spot between my legs. My thighs instantly closed around his head, holding him tightly. But my strength paled in comparison to his, as he opened them back up with ease, releasing himself to stand above me once again.
“You’re insane,” I giggled, as he waggled his eyebrows in response and removed his shoes and socks.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I eagerly watched him pull down his tracksuit pants. My eyes widened, and I fell back and put my hands over my mouth to subdue the laugh that was bursting from within me. To my absolute delight, I had been right in my assumption that he was wearing a red G-string, just like Mike.
“Happy Birthday, Hunny,” he said with conviction.
I covered my eyes, laughing hysterically, but peeking through my fingers at the luscious eye-candy above me. I kicked my legs up and down with excitement as I knew what he was going to do next. He crouched down over me, facing my feet, then hovering his crotch over my face, he pumped his pelvis to the music—imitating fucking my face. I squealed again and tried to bite at his cock.
“Hey. Easy,” he laughed.
I ignored him and gripped his delicious arse pushing his package into my face.
The music died down and Bryce rolled off of me, while trying to pluck the thin material from between his arse in an awkward fashion. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst into hysterics.
“I can’t believe you,” I said in between laughs and gasps for air.
Chuckling, he finally replied, “Believe it, because I ain’t wearing this fucking arse flossing, red piece of shit ever again.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I’ve often wondered that if you fell asleep with a smile on your face and woke up with that same smile, had it stayed on your face the entire time you were asleep, being the evidence of overpowering elation you experienced before your mind went to rest? If that notion was at all possible, then I was pretty sure the smile I had just woken up with was the same smile I had when I fell asleep the night before—a result of Bryce’s strip tease.
I hadn’t even opened my eyelids, yet I was thoroughly beaming, remembering the birthday present my Mr. Magic-Mike Clark had given me. Oh! My! Freakin! God! He was hot.
I giggled then snapped out of my euphoric state, opening my eyes completely to scan my surroundings. Bryce wasn’t lying in bed next to me. Instead, in his place were a blue rose and a note telling me he had a mountain of work to do and for me to sleep in, take my time, and come down when I was ready.
I picked up the rose and sniffed it, still smiling from ear to ear then hopped in the shower without hesitation. I wanted to go and see the sexy dancing stud-muffin as quickly as I could and hoped that maybe, just maybe, I could get him to do an encore performance.