I nodded with a grin. “I thought you would never ask.”
The view of the city below was magical enough to make me forget about everything that transpired at the club. I heard shuffling behind me and spun around in time to see Sym placing his Glock on the island. When he noticed me watching him, he grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“You like that?” he asked, referencing the pole right in the middle of the living room. I trailed my fingers along the cool metal and nodded. He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, please.”
He pulled down a bottle of that expensive cognac from the club. I think it was called Cadet or something like that. By the time he poured up two shots, I’d already flipped myself upside down on the pole.
“Oh shit.” He cursed when he noticed me. I tossed my bodyweight around before spinning around until I was standing again. I could tell he was impressed from the expression on his face. Holding the shots in his hand, he closed the distance between us. “You got my dick hard as fuck. That was too fucking sexy. What else you know how to do on that pole?”
I smirked, accepting the shot from him. “You want to find out?” He nodded like an eager little kid. I giggled before motioning for him to toast me. After our glasses clinked together, I tossed my shot back. “One more, please.”
He literally ran to get the bottle before coming back to stand in front of me. Instead of pouring it in my glass, he said, “Open wide.”
I stared at him, then popped my mouth open for him to pour liquor down my throat. I was certain he poured me way more than a single shot, but it was cool. Now that we were alone, I didn’t mind getting loose.
“Turn on some music,” I instructed him.
I was still wearing my outfit from the club, but the corset wouldn’t do. I unzipped it and tossed it to the side, leaving me in my mini skirt and bra. I leaned against the pole, waiting for Sym to join me. He rushed over to the couch with the bottle still in hand when he saw me halfway naked. Seconds later, the sound of August Alsina’s “Pornstar” began to play. He’d fucked up now.
Just as I began walking seductively around the pole, getting into character, Sym did something to lower the lights. With the city as my backdrop, I really got into my element. I already had a pole routine to that song, so I just performed it for him. He was sitting there, watching me in awe. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from me, as if they were permanently glued to my body.
I got so lost in the music that, after a while, I forgot Sym was there. Doing a spin move, I fell to the floor in a split, then bounced my ass in tune with the song. It morphed into “My Body” by LSG, and I crawled across the floor to Sym. He was nibbling on his bottom lip, trying to maintain his restraint, his free hand clenched into a fist.
I straddled his lap, took that hand, and rubbed it down the front of my body while winding my hips on him. My body began to heat up when I felt his hardness beneath me. I damn near started to salivate at the mouth. “More,” I said, nodding toward the liquor.
He poured some in my mouth, but before I could swallow it, he kissed me deeply, drinking what was left. I’d never shared a damn shot, and it turned me all the way up. I quickly stopped the kiss before going back to the pole. With my eyes leveled on Sym’s handsome face, I shimmied out of my skirt before tossing it aside. Now, I was only in my bra and panties.
I kicked myself back up on the pole, then went into a series of spins and twirls that included me doing a split in the air. That move had Sym up on his feet, mouth wide fucking open. He walked over to me on the pole as I twisted my legs into the eagle pose. Before I could register what was happening, Sym had his face buried between my legs.
I shivered when he inhaled deeply before swiping his tongue across my pussy. He moaned seconds before I witnessed a chill race down his spine. I think that was the last of his resolve melting away because he started eating my pussy as if I wasn’tsuspended in the air and holding myself up by my sheer strength alone.
“Mmmm.” I moaned as I slowly began to slide toward the floor. He slid right down to the carpet with me. Not once did he remove his tongue from my slippery folds. My arms shook in relief once I was on the floor. Never coming up for air, he pushed my legs as far apart as they would go before suckling on my clit.
My back arched off the floor while I watched him devour me like a fucking expert. Every lick, suck, and kiss made the heated blood in my veins hum. He slid two fingers inside me, and that was when things got a little wild. He started sucking my clit, then spitting on it and sucking it all back up over and over again, being relentless with his slobbering and suction combination.
My legs shook violently, and I knew an orgasm was on the brink of overtaking my senses. “Sym,” I called out for him.
“Yes, baby?” he asked in the sultriest voice I’d ever heard. Another wave of ecstasy washed over me, and I knew there was no fighting it. “Let me see what you look like when you cum, Leigh.”
He hooked his fingers inside me, strumming that rough patch against my wall, the one that increased the levels of wetness seeping out of me. He started placing kisses on my clit—hard, . . . melodic, . . . delicious kisses that made my toes curl.
Slowly, my body relinquished all control to him. I squirted straight into his mouth, and he proudly smiled at his handiwork. He continued to lap me up with a satisfied hum deep in the back of his throat. It vibrated my sensitive clit, causing another shockwave of pleasure to cease my ability to do anything other than lie in place and take it.
The second he lifted his mouth off me, I sat up and pushed him on his back. I helped him strip out of his clothes. With him lying flat on his back, I climbed on top of him. With my feet planted on both sides of him, I eased down his thick shaft. Mymouth instantly began to water, and I knew I had to taste him first.
Changing my position so I was between his legs, I admired the veins running up the length of his dick. It was so fucking hard; it felt strong in my hands. I lowered my mouth to his head with my eyes on him. He lifted on his elbows to watch me, so of course, I put on a show.
I spat on his tip then shoved him down my throat. I loved the sound of him moaning. Instead of going slow, I went dumb on him, slobbering all over him as if I had no control of my motor functions. “Ooh, mmm.” He moaned, hands grasping for something but coming up with air. His eyes were pinched closed while his jerking body indicated I had his head gone.
While stroking him with my hand, I dipped lower and sucked on his balls. I heard his toes cracking over the sound of the music playing. I could feel the muscles in his thighs tightening. Suddenly, he snatched me up by my hair.
“Oh, hell nah. You got me moaning like a bitch. Sit on my shit right fucking now, baby.”
I followed instructions, using my feet for leverage. With my hands planted on his chest, I started to frog hop on him. My mouth fell open in silent horror, feeling him rip through me. No man had ever stretched me to that capacity before.
He smacked my ass cheeks, encouraging me to keep going. I had no intentions of stopping, so I put my hands behind my head, then started twirling my hips on his dick. The music had me in my own world, with eyes that wouldn’t stop rolling to the back of my head and a mouth that wouldn’t stop letting the world know just how good Sym’s dick felt inside me.
