“Yes?” she smiles innocently at him.
“You’re fucking with us, right?” Francesco asks her.
“Nope. We all agreed on it.” Isabella smiles triumphantly.
“We get a vote in this too, you know.” Celestino frowns at his sisters.
“Sure. Vote away. All in favor of ‘Brolesque’?” Luciana smiles as ten of us raise our hands.
“We win,” Isabella says.
“Wait. Not all the guys are here to vote,” Francesco huffs.
“Too bad. We still win,” Isabells says.
The guys grumble as they stomp off to get ready for their brolesque show.
Francesco always starts the night off and tonight Callum is right after him. He walks over to me and takes me up on the stage with him. Most of the guys take their women on stage for their first night. But he didn’t say anything to me, so I had no idea he planned to have me up there with him. The women are screaming as he does his routine. Holy fuck, he’s good. I don’t know how I feel about him doing this with other women. This is going to be a hard one for me. And wait till they hear his accent. He’s mine and my body is asking for him to rip my clothes off.
Callum
I’m so fucking nervous when it’s my turn to get on stage. I head straight for my girl, there are other women who are tryingto grab onto me. And screaming for me to pick them. The guys were explaining that usually what happens is women pay a little extra to be chosen to come up on stage with us. They can choose which dancer they want or leave it up to us. Since it’s my first night, the four times I’ll be on stage, I get to take my Moira up with me. It definitely helps my nerves, but it’s making other things…hard.
My problem now is I want her so fucking bad. The way she’s watching me is making my cock really happy and I need to figure out how to keep him down. Or I’m going to have a nice surprise for her when I have to strip down more. I can see now why the guys don’t always pick their wives or girlfriends. This would be a lot easier if it wasn’t my love.
When we get off the stage after my first routine, I drag her into the dressing room they gave me. I pin her to the wall and kiss her as I rub myself on her.
“Fuck, Callum,” she moans as she grabs my ass.
“Holy fuck, I want you so damn bad.”
Moira pulls the towel off me and starts stroking my cock.
“Holy shit, baby,” I moan as I bite her nipple through her shirt.
“I need to feel you,” she gasps.
“Are you sure?” I ask her as I look at her.
“Yes,” she says as she kneels down and takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
I brace myself against the wall as I watch her. Holy fuck, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I pull her up and lift her skirt, then slide a finger into her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl.
I slowly circle her clit as I feel her orgasm growing.
“Callum,” she moans as I replace my finger with my cock.
I slowly push into her as I lace my fingers with hers and hold her hands flat on the wall. I pump into her faster as I feel her pussy starting to squeeze my cock.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I moan as I reach down and pinch her clit.
I feel her pussy squeezing my cock even more as she grips my hand.
“Fuck.”
I hold her tight as I come. I don’t want to pull out of her just yet, this is where I’d like to stay forever. I finally pull out of her and reach for the towel on my chair. She takes it from me as she’s smiling at me.
