Slap Shot(37)

“Do you know the rules?” I asked, leaning back against the pole with one knee bent and my heel resting on the metal.

“Remind me.”

I licked my lips, slowly, from one corner to the other. “No touching, just watching.”

He nodded and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing low. I couldn’t help but wonder just what I was about to unleash. His face was dark and shadowed, his knees apart, and his fingers were digging into the arms of the chair so hard the plush material was dented inward.

It was too late to change my mind.

I didn’t want to change my mind.

Rolling my hips, I walked around the pole, trailing my fingers on the cool surface as though caressing it. When I had my back to him I squatted low, folding my legs beneath me with the pole hard against my spine. Slowly I smoothed back up, reached high and flung myself into a three-sixty, one leg out straight, the other around the pole. When I landed, I gripped and stepped around it, rolling my hips to the music with each exaggerated step and locking my gaze with his, gauging what he thought of my first move.

His breath hitched, his lips tightened into a straight line.

I pivoted, turned my back to him and gave him a good view of my thonged butt as I rotated my hips. The pace of the music picked up and I lunged into a series of complex spins, twisting and flexing, my arms and legs clinging to the pole, my back arched, my hair flowing. I’d been worried that memories from the clubs would fill my mind but it wasn’t like that. It was just me and Rick and my love of dancing.

I went for a single-handed fly, both legs spread around the pole in a side split and only one hand clinging on. Flashing the gusset of my thong, I swung around twice, three times, head tilted, the speed floating my hair behind me.

Coming to a graceful halt, I strutted provocatively to the edge of the stage and reached for the front clasp of my bra. Slowly I unhooked it. It shimmied down my arms and with a flourish I tossed it at him. The white material landed on his lap and he fisted it, never once taking his eyes from my exposed, aroused breasts.

I began to dance again, enjoying myself now, showing off. My breasts were soft and free as I moved, the air on my nipples made them spike and when they touched the pole the coolness darted through my flesh with extra intensity.

Jumping high, I grasped tight and leaned right back, my spine curved and my hair, I guessed, skimming the floor. Upside down, I studied his darkening expression. His jaw was set, his eyes flared with hunger. My panties dampened and my pussy clenched. He looked so dangerous, so primitive, a huge pile of barely harnessed lust watching me, waiting to take me.

I shivered even though I was quite hot now from exertion.

Stretching my legs apart again, I performed a strength-hungry windmill maneuver and landed facing him, gripping the pole above my head. I pulled in a breath. My cleavage held beads of sweat, my breaths were rapid.

Trapping his gaze with mine, I squatted down once more, this time facing him with my knees together as my butt hit my heels. I tipped one side of my mouth into a smile—I knew he was going to enjoy this next bit. Placing one hand over my cheekbone, I lightly brushed my fingertips over my parted lips, tugging them slightly, then dropped them to the hollow of my throat. His gaze followed my fingers as though hypnotized. I moved lower, circled and tweaked my left nipple, pulled it to a hard point with my thumb and index finger then repeated the process with the right.

He shifted on his seat, his mouth twitched.

I skimmed my hand over my belly to the waistband of my panties. Stretching my knees wide, I exposed the thin, damp gusset of my thong. “Is this what you’re waiting for?” I asked, tucking my finger into the material between my pussy and the juncture of my thigh but being careful not to expose myself.

“Hell, yeah,” he all but growled.

“Are you sure?”

“Show me…now.”

I hesitated, just to tease him, just to prolong his agony. Then I tugged the gusset of my panties to reveal my pussy. I was sure he’d be able to see my desire for him glistening on my soft folds, and positive that he’d be able to smell the scent of my arousal drifting from me.

He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and his gaze heated me to boiling point. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said in a low, thick voice. “So damn beautiful and perfect.”

I juddered in a breath, my clit was throbbing as if his gaze were a real caress brushing over my pussy. After holding the pose for a full ten seconds, I slid my gusset back into position and snaked my spine back up the pole so I was standing again.

It was time to move our game up a level. Stepping down from the stage, I stood before him as he death-gripped the arms of the chair.