The vision of her dancing still lies behind my eyelids when I close them. The sounds of her moaning when she was pretending I was inside her still ring in my ears. I wonder if she had thought about what it would feel like, me deep inside her making her moan like that. Her lips parting, head tilting back and the slow slide of her over me.
I flop around in my bed, twisting the sheets around me, but for the life of me I can't stop the images of her from racing through my head. I don't even want to.
When I close my eyes all I see is the head of my cock dipping slowly between her lips. Her tongue slowly swirling around, sucking hard and fast, then soft and slow.
Tossing and turning, balls aching for release, I get back up and run the shower. I let the bathtub steam and step in. The soap feels harsh and stings at my skin. The nicks and cuts I got from wrestling with Patterson have me squeezing my eyes shut trying to push away the discomfort.
Even the bites of sharp pain don’t stop the image of her dancing from invading my mind. I brace myself against the cool tiles and let the hot water pour down over me.
I wrap my hand around my cock and start pumping up and down. I wonder what she tastes like. How warm she'd feel around me. I can’t help myself. I want to be inside her.
I get myself off, thinking of her.
Chapter 3
Felony
Iclench my thighs together, trying to suppress the throbbing ache between my legs. A small part of me wants to run into the restroom and touch myself. I talk myself out of it, a few times, and I try to focus on what Tony is telling us.
If I just stare at Tony, I’ll lose my lady boner.
I stare at him hard.
The gross asshole smiles at me a little too wide. Ew.
He’s talking about the schedule and when each of us goes on tonight.
I’m not listening at all. I keep taking quick peeks at Corrado.
If I keep this up I’m going to slip right off the pole tonight.
Tony smacks each girl on the ass and walks into the back room where he hides most of the night. I bet he’s got a camera out here and he’s constantly jerking his dick off at us all night. The thought sends chills across my shoulders and sends a bit of vomit up the back of my throat.
“You okay?” Corrado asks from behind the bar where he was standing listening to Tony talk. His question jolts me back to reality.
And my reality is still a sharp, hot ache between my thighs.
I lick my lips and try to concentrate on his eyes. “Yeah, great. Just fucking peachy.” I’d be a hell of a lot better if I could rub one out and get back to work.
“Did you sleep okay last night?” he asks, pouring me a glass of whiskey and sliding it across the bar top toward me. He leans down on his elbows waiting for my answer.
“I tossed and turned a little.”
“Me too.”
“A lot actually,” I say, climbing up onto a bar stool and rubbing my legs together tightly. God, if he smirks at me any more I’m going to start humping the seat I’m balancing my ass on.
“Yeah,” he breathes, “me too.”
His eyes fix on mine and I feel so much in the look that my heart aches. I can’t have my body responding like this to someone like him. I shouldn’t even be speaking to him at all. I have a job to do and I have to get it done, that’s it.
“I’m not even sure I should watch your set tonight,” he chuckles, in a low voice.
I don’t know how to answer him. I want him to watch me. I want him to ache as much as I do. I swallow back my whiskey and place the glass in front of him. “That’s too bad,” I say, sliding off the stool. “Because I’ll be thinking about you when I dance.”
“Damn,” I hear him gasp out as I walk away toward the dressing rooms.
I flat-out run as soon as I get in the hallway and out of his line of sight.
