Making my way to the pole in front of the couches, I slowly begin one of my favorite routines. It distracts me enough that I am able to actually do my job.
Once my feet are back on the ground, I crawl over to him and onto his lap.
An electric shock tingles my fingers the moment they lace around his neck. I’m unable to hide the hitch in my breath as I settle onto his lap. My core tightens and it takes all of my willpower to not moan in pleasure.
What the fuck was that?
It's clear I am not the only one affected judging by the hardness I feel tenting his slacks. I don’t give it any attention though. It's not the first guy who has got a hard-on while I have been in his lap and it certainly won’t be the last.
Instead, I smile and grind against him before slowly dragging my hands down his suit-clad body. Even with the fabric in the way, I can tell that he is well built.
It doesn’t do me any favors at all.
I should not find this man as attractive as I do.
He is everything that I am rebelling against.
Yet, I am like putty in his hands. A fact I will never make him aware of.
Up this close, I am able to take in the face that haunts me. It's clear that there is an obvious age gap between us. Enough of one that his hair is majority gray. There are fine-lines around his eyes only visiblebecause I am sitting on his lap. They are slight though, not giving me any more of an indicator of how old he is.
I would die to know his skincare routine though.
What I wouldn’t do to be able to bat off my impending thirties just a little bit longer.
Eventually I break the silence between us. “What is your name?”
“Victor. And yours,bellisima?”
The Italian makes my entire body shiver—the words my near undoing—but I still manage to grit out, “Cherry.”
“Hai infestato i miei sogni, dolce ciliegia.”
Goosebumps spread over my skin as he continues to speak in what I am assuming is his native tongue.
“Però ti piace, vero? Vuoi che io sia infatuato di te. Incapace di respirare se non sei vicino.”
Unable to voice any kind of appropriate response, I instead nod my head. It was clearly the right thing to say as his eyes heat impossibly so.
Ever so slowly, I begin to move my hands from his neck, back down his body and to where ours meet. Victor’s breath hitches as I continue moving my hands over my body and to the clasp behind my back.
“Sei una tentatrice mandata dalle profondità dell’inferno per torturarmi.”
Unclipping my bra, I let the fabric fall between us.
“Non vedo l’ora di essere bruciato.”
He gulps and I can’t help but chuckle at the reaction to my bare chest. I continue to move against him, teasing both him and I.
I thank my earlier self for making sure to take my suppressants. I don’t know how well I would have been able to keep my secret a secret with this guy teasing me the way he is
While my whole goal of tonight was to say fuck you to Alphas, there’s no harm in getting a little bit of pleasure from one… Is there?
Besides, like Luna so graciously pointed out today, it's been years. Everytime I have been out with Luna and have found someone remotely attractive, the thought of going any further breaks me out in a cold sweat.
Yet here I am, topless and dry humping a complete stranger.
I try to convince myself that I am just simply doing my job. Being half naked, dancing on men is literally how I pay my bills. But it doesn’t feel quite like work right now.
