“Patience.”
I did some sultry dance moves and spins. I imagined Jae standing in front of me and traced the curves of his body while licking my lips. Then I turned, kicked my legs up, and flipped over and round. I landed on my hands and then dipped my chest to the floor.
“You’ve never done that on True Fans!”
With my weight still through my hands, I mimed making love to him, rolling my hips in an exaggerated movement without letting any other part of my body touch the floor. I kept my face up so I could stare into his eyes. I dropped my feet to the floor, lifted one hand, and ran around the other so I was facing up, with my chest pointed to the ceiling. I opened my knees wide, rocked my hips, and grabbed my groin. He laughed and pounded his feet again.
I pushed to standing and did some body pops and leg scissors as I slowly lifted my shirt. This time I took it off and spun it until it wrapped around itself. Holding both ends of the twisted fabric, I put it behind my neck and did two hip grinds before striding up to Jae. He let out a squeak as I straddled his lap, put the shirt around his neck, and ground my hips slowly.
He whimpered as I stood and hopped backwards. I spun on one foot, dropped to one knee and one hand, and did a spin on the floor. Then I stood and whipped the specially made trousers off. Thanks to the cleverly placed velcro, they came away from my waist, hips, and legs easily.
Pointing at my sparkly jockstrap, Jae let out an excited squeal. I dropped to my hands and humped the floor again before jumping to my feet and pointing at him as I approached him. I went down to my knees and took hold of his ankles. I parted his legs and lifted them over my hips as I rose to a straddle. Then I ground my hips towards him, not quite brushing my groin against his. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth. Fuck. I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I’d promised him a full dance, which I would give him. My gorgeous model deserved it.
I rose to half-standing, taking him with me, and then dropped down, putting his arse back on the chair. I repeated the action three times, pausing to do quick hip grinds. On the fourth time, I put one hand under his knee and lifted him clear of the chair. He squeaked and put one hand on my shoulder, holding tight.
“Trust me.”
Jae stared into my eyes. “I do.”
I stepped back, slut-dropped so he was using me as a chair, and ground my hips some more. Holding on to him with the other, I put one hand back. When I was sure he was stable, I put the other down so I was in a crab position with Jae sitting over my groin. He put his hands on my thighs as I lowered my arse to the floor and swung it up again, partially drawing my thighs together in the same movement.
“Oh God, this is hot,” he whispered.
It was. When I’d done this for a living, I danced for women, and I never got aroused. I’d never got this close to them either due to the no-touching rule. With Jae sitting over my cock, getting turned on was inevitable. I could already feel the blood coursing through my body, thundering towards my dick.
I sat and put my thumb and forefinger around each of his wrists. He could have broken free if he’d wanted to, but I was confident he wouldn’t. I lifted his arms as I lay flat on the floor and ran his hands over my chest and abs.
“So sexy,” he breathed.
I let go of his wrists, put one hand on his shoulder, the other on his hip, and then rolled us until his back was on the floor and I was kneeling between his raised legs. I laid my body over him, imagining I was making love to him. My cock ached and strained against the G-string. Jae’s eyes were wide, his pupils tiny. I knelt, took his wrists again, and body-rolled as I ran his hands over my chest towards my groin. Even though the song and my routine weren’t over, I paused. Jae’s eyes were lust-filled as he ran his tongue over his lips.
He broke free of my loose grip and snapped the G-string elastic against my hip. “Xander.”
I leant onto my hands, putting our noses millimetres apart. “Yeah?”
He swallowed before slipping his hand into my G-string and grasping my throbbing dick. “Make love to me.”
I forgot how to breathe. My striptease was over. I crashed my lips to his and thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting and savouring. I hummed as he sucked my tongue. His lips worked with mine in a fierce, mutual massage. I was gasping when we broke apart, partly from the kiss, partly from dancing, and partly from lust.
I stared into his eyes. “I’d love to.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
JAE
I was burning with need. Xander’s dance had been sexy from start to finish, but when he’d lifted me off the chair, I’d lost myself to lust. Now I needed him with a desire so fierce that I’d have been happy for him to take me right there on the floor. His dick throbbed in my hand as blood rushed into it. It was hard and so thick that I couldn’t touch my thumb to my fingertips. Xander was bigger than anyone I’d ever slept with, but my horny body didn’t care.
“I need you,” I whined.
“Not here.”
I whimpered. Why not right where we were? There was a little problem of not having condoms or lube within reach, but that was a minor issue. Who was I kidding? It was a huge issue. We were going to need lube. Lots of lube.
“Come on.”
I let go of Xander’s cock as he stood. He held his hand out. I grabbed hold of it, letting him pull me to my feet. He threaded his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand as he led me downstairs to the bedroom. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me repeatedly as he made short work of removing my clothes. I managed to get his sparkly G-string off, and within seconds, we were naked and pressed against each other, sharing heat and desperate kisses.
Xander chuckled between kisses. “I’m going to have to dance for you more often if this is the effect it has on you.”
