Walk Of Shame(5)

Smiling to blondie as she watches me, I mouth, “You’re mine later.”

Her lips part and I can tell she just swallowed. I have her thinking about it. It’s written all over her face. Her friend starts nudging her in the side until finally she pulls her eyes away from me and smiles nervously at her friend.

Shit, I’ve gotta have her. I won’t stop until I do.

Spinning on my heel, I pick the brunette up by her hips and sit her down on the chair in front of us. She spreads wide for me and presses her hands against my chest as I step between her legs and slowly grind my hips to the music.

Placing one hand behind my head, I grip her neck with my other as I close the space between our bodies, grinding my hips in a slow, seductive movement as if I’m slowly fucking her.

She moans from beneath me as I let her hands explore my chest and abs. The women here like to touch and I like to give them what they want. It’s my job to please them and I’m damn good at it.

“Take it off!” A few girls start screaming.

“Let us see your body. Come on!”

Absofuckinglutely.

Pulling the brunette’s chin up, I look her in the eyes as I slowly pull my shirt over my head and toss it down beside me. Most women love it when I make them feel like I’m stripping just for them. It makes them feel special.

She bites her bottom lip as her hands go straight for the muscles leading down to my cock. The girls can never get enough of it; of both.

As much as I’m enjoying getting these women off, there’s one woman in particular I want to get off and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her leave here unsatisfied.





KAYLA KEEPS NUDGING ME TO get my attention, but for some reason I can’t seem to drag my eyes away from the jerk-off that is practically dry humping some girl in the corner. She loves it too; over there moaning and rubbing her hands all over his body as if she’s about to have an orgasm. How gross. Have some damn class. We aren’t in the middle of a damn porn.

A stripper? I shake my head and snort. A sexy as hell one too. Who the hell does he think he is getting that close to me?

The bad part of it is, I think he may just be the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on. Messy black hair that falls over his deep blue eyes and the perfect five o’clock shadow that surrounds a set of full lips. I can’t forget that body of pure muscle that you could easily see through that firm fitting white T-shirt he had on. Now, it’s off and . . . crap. He has me so worked up, I can barely breathe. This is embarrassing.

Our lips were so close I could almost taste him. I imagine he probably tastes minty and fresh; perfectly refreshing. For some stupid reason, I had the urge to run my tongue over those full lips. They just looked so soft and inviting; calling me to feel them, suck them. The way he was looking at me; holy shit, it was like he was tasting me in a way I have never been tasted. I liked it. Dammit, why did I like it?

“Um . . . Aspen. Hello. Am I talking to my damn self? Snap out of it.”

I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes away from Mr. Sex himself. “What? I’m listening.” I bring my eyes up to meet hers, but they quickly stray back over to him as I pretend to pay attention to her.

Brushing her burgundy locks over her shoulder, she rolls her eyes at me and grabs my hand. “Come on. Let’s just get closer so you can drool over sexy stripper boy up close. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop being so shy. We’re here to have fun.”

I huff and pull my hand out of her grip. There’s no way I’m going over there and giving him the pleasure of seeing me watching him. I’m only here because Paige is getting married. Hell, I’m not even watching Cale and I’ve known him for years. I’ll just stay where I’m at. No thank you.

“I’m good, Kayla. I’m not getting in the middle of that orgasm fest. It’s pathetic.” I hold my drink up and grin. “This is all the pleasure I need while I’m here. Simple as that.” I take a huge gulp as my eyes once again land on him and oh God, that ass.

His jeans are now hanging half way down his ass, showing his muscular butt cheeks through his white boxer briefs. The busty woman in front of him is desperately tugging on the front of his jeans, working on pulling them down his body. I don’t blame her. I want to take them off with my teeth.

Crap, my mind is in the gutter.

Placing his hands behind her head, he pulls her face down by his crotch as he starts grinding his hips up and down in perfect rhythm to the song playing. It’s a slow, seductive song that makes me think about sex. Yup, I’m definitely thinking about sex now.

Just as I think he’s about to actually let this woman publicly suck his dick or something, he grips her by the hips and pulls her up to her feet. Slowly, he makes his way behind her and his eyes land on me and they stay there, locked with mine.