“That’s a decent amount of money.”
“Yes. Dancing really isn’t that lucrative unless you get lucky and book a bunch of high-profile gigs or you’re like on Broadway or something, but I never went into it for the money.”
“How did you get into it?” he asks, closing in on me as we reach his door.
My chest tightens. I’m not ready to talk about that right before I get wrecked by this man. “Ask me again after you’ve made me come. Maybe I’ll tell you then.”
A smirk plays on his lips. “Deal.”
Specter reaches past me and twists the knob to open the door. He walks me backward and as soon as we cross the threshold, he’s on me. We collide, our mouths crashing together like magnets kept apart too long. He shoves my coat off and then I’m off my feet, scooped into his arms like I weigh nothing.
He carries me across the bedroom effortlessly, and when he tries to lay me down, I hold on tighter, lost in the taste of his mouth. My cock swells so suddenly that I feel lightheaded for a few seconds. I forgot what it feels like to want someone this much.
Have I ever?
While Specter supports me, I tear my sweater over my head and toss it to the floor. His breath puffs across my face as he looks down at my bare chest. With my fingers under his chin, I lift his head, and my breath hitches when I see the heat in his eyes.
“Since the minute I laid eyes on you…” His words trail off. He doesn’t have to finish them.
He lays me down on the bed and I let him this time, propping my arms under my head to watch him strip out of his own clothes. He shrugs his trench off, and when he pulls his sweater over his head, my cock twitches with interest.
His body is something to behold. He’s all solid muscle and tattooed flesh, and I want to drag my tongue over every inch of him. Twisting around to lie on my stomach, I crawl towards the edge of the bed, yanking at his belt buckle when I reach him.
Specter gazes down at me, his hands tangling in my hair as I get his pants open and press my mouth to his hard cock through his briefs. His lips are parted, eyes hooded, and he’s breathing heavily as he watches me.
I’ve avoided looking at him closely. I knew it would destroy any remaining resolve I had left, but somewhere between this morning and right now, I decided his touch was worth whatever destruction comes from it.
Specter helps me by tugging his pants off his hips, and as I flash a flirty smile at him, I dip my fingers under the waistband of his briefs, then slowly reveal my prize. Haven’t I earned this? A night or two of pleasure for all the restraint I’ve managed since Specter walked into the club and into my life months ago? A little treat, if you will.
His cock springs free, thick and veiny and gloriously uncut. There’s a tiny gold barbell right under the head, and my mouth waters at the sight of it. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and as I lean in to get my first taste, Specter takes a step back.
I look up, confused. “You don’t want?”
“More than almost anything, but this night isn’t about me, beautiful. I’m worshipping you, remember?”
His answer doesn’t ease the confusion in my head at all. He doesn’t want me to participate?
“It’s okay,” he purrs. “You’ve never been worshipped like this. It’s new for you, but you’ll see. I’m solid in my devotion.”
I open my mouth to say something sassy, but nothing comes out. Dammit.
“Sit up.”
I do as Specter kneels in front of me, slowly removing my sneakers, then my leggings. I’m sitting before him in only my tiny boy short underwear.
“Do you ever wear lingerie?” he asks.
“Um, no. I like it, but… no.”
His eyes narrow as he tilts his head. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Why?”
“Don’t lie. Something happened.”
I blow out a slow breath. How does he do that? “Not right now. I don’t want to ruin the mood.”
He nods as his jaw ticks. He hooks his fingers under my waistband and lifts his gaze. “May I?”
