My four hunks were still around fanning me and making sure I never had to lift a finger all night, best birthday ever. When it was time for bed, they lifted me high and carried me back to my bedroom, where they worshipped my body all night, and then I watched them worship each other’s. Then they kissed me goodnight and tucked me into bed where I promptly fell asleep.
“You know what I’ll remember most? Christian’s lap dance.” I chuckle.
Vanessa, being the best bestie in the world, asked Christian to give me a lap dance for my birthday. He came out dressed like a policeman, which was funny. He then committed to the bit and pushed me up against a palm tree, and started to frisk me, and he frisked me good. I had to tell myself not to get a stiffy while he was doing it because he was being a great sport about it, and I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. He then found a chair and started stripping out of his clothes while gyrating on me. The boy’s hips didn’t lie. When he got to his pants and he pulled them off, he was in a G-string. Christian’s hairy white ass twerked in my face. Best birthday ever. I slapped his ass because, like, hello. If rock stardom didn’t work out, he would have made it as a stripper. I’m going to demand a lap dance every birthday.The way Ness was looking at her husband, I think she’s going to be demanding them too.
“Please tell me no one recorded it.” Christian groans from his chair.
“I made sure no one recorded it, baby,” Vanessa coos to him.
“You’re a good woman,” he mumbles.
“I think everyone enjoyed that.” Camryn giggles. Her boyfriend, Harris, flew in last night on his own private plane. I’m not a fan of the finance bro. He had an air of superiority that I didn’t like. Yes, he was good-looking, but I think underneath that, he’s a creep. Don’t understand what she sees in him, but I didn’t tell her that as she seems genuinely happy.
“Hey,” Harris scolds. “You shouldn’t be looking at your bestie’s man.”
Like I said, a creep.
“I don’t think anyone had a choice. It was all out there.” Axel grimaces.
“I know everyone appreciated my performance last night because look at me, who wouldn’t?” Christian says.
I give him a clap because, yes, look at him.
“Please, your performance was definitely no Magic Mike. You were lucky Derrick was too mesmerized by your white ass to say anything,” Axel goads his brother.
Christian sits up ready to fight his brother. “Really, you think you can do a better job than me?”
Axel shrugs.
“Oh no, you can’t just throw that shit out there and not back it up. I dare you to give Derrick a lap dance and let him decide which of us is the better lap dancer,” Christian argues.
“Oh, hell, yes.” I squeal excitedly. Best birthday ever. Come on, Daddy Axel, give it to me.
“What? Now?” Axel stumbles over his words.
“Yes, brother. Now! Unless you can’t handle it?” Christian pushes Axel.
“Oh my god, this is so hot,” I tell Ness.
“Okay, fine.” Axel jumps up out of his chair. “Derrick, are you ready to be entertained?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I get out of the pool as quickly as humanly possible, dry myself off, and grab a sun lounge. “Give it to me, baby.”
“Well, I’m going to need some music,” Axel says.
Christian hands him his phone, and Axel plays around with it until he finds the perfect song—‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly. He empties the bucket of ice into the garden and then fills the bucket with water. Not sure how much stripping he’s going to be doing as he is only wearing board shorts.
The music starts playing, and Axel starts dancing around, and wow, can he dance. We’re talking full-on boy-band dancing. I can’t help but scream with excitement. The gyrating and hip thrusting draw your attention to his dick because the man is commando under his shorts. Hell yeah! He moves around, rolling those hips, his abs glisten in the sunlight, he’s gorgeous. Then Axel picks up the bucket of water and pours it all over him. I lick my lips as I watch the water run down every inch of his cut body, his board shorts becoming almost see-through. “Yes, yes, yes,” I scream as I get my first glimpse of Axel’s dick. To be fair, he is soft, but I like what I see. The next thing I know, the man is hip-thrusting his dick in my face. Yes! Harder! Harder! I can almost feel his dick slapping my cheeks. I want more. Axel then slut drops on my crotch, and he damn near gives me half a chub as he starts grinding on me. “You’re giving me a hard-on,” I yell, warning him. It’s only natural. He just looks up at me and winks as if he loves the fact that he made me hard. Then as if in slow motion, he unties his board shorts and throws them in my face.
What? Axel Taylor got naked for me.
When I look up, Axel’s hand is in front of his crotch, holding his monster cock, and then he turns around and tells me to slap his ass. Um, hell yeah, and so I do, slapping his hard ass while he moans and groans for me, and then jumps into the pool once the song is over.
“I think I need to join you. I need to cool down after that,” I say, running to the pool and jumping in, needing to hide my boner.
Everyone erupts into laughter and claps, even his twin is clapping at that performance.
“Still think mine was better,” Christian says with a pout.
