“Tell me what you want, Cedric.” She shook her head, hair falling loose and covering the tops of her breasts.
He set aside his guitar. The wood kissed the stage with a small tap that echoed through the vacant space. “I want to be in you.”
“I want that, too.” She stood, going for the full lap-dance-spectacular. Running her hands up and over her breasts, toying briefly with her nipples until they pebbled, she held Linx’s eyes with her own.
“Sit on your hands,” she instructed, still toying with her nipples as she spoke.
Warmth pooled between her legs, her panties damp with her wanting.
He did not sit on his hands. Oh no. Instead, he pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it with her clothes. Her pulse sped up at the sight of his bare chest. Why did a man who could make music the way he could need abs like those?
Don’t ask, Becca. Go with the flow.
Once his shirt joined the pile,thenhe sat on his hands.
Gah, this was likely the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. And she still had her damn pants on.
That just wouldn’t work for what she had planned for him. Spoiler: she was going to give him the best damn lap dance he’d ever had in his life. She’d see to it.
Slowly, she pushed her hands along the skin of her body, down over the curve of her breasts, past her torso, to her navel. Then further.
Linx followed the movement of her hands with a gaze that practically burned her skin with the heat it produced.
She unclasped her jeans, pulled them over her hips and kicked them aside. She was sure there was no way to take off jeans in a way that looked like a decent striptease. Lucky for her, she’d worn a lace thong that would more than make up for the awkwardness of stripping off her pants.
Attempting striptease brilliance, she inched the lace down her thighs, over her knees, past her calves, and kicked them aside.
Meanwhile, Linx sat on his hands while the complete sound system in his pants stood at attention. He needed relief. Relief she had every intention of giving. Eventually.
Dropping her hands from her breasts, she strutted to him. He looked up at her, but otherwise remained neutral. She resolved that he wouldnotremain neutral for long.
So she danced on him, humming as she moved. She may not have been able to sing for the life of her, but she could hum right along with the best of them. Grinding and pressing, letting her body show him what she wouldn’t allow her mind to think. He hummed along with her, the two of them creating a melody that worked. Oh God. It worked. He panted, his hands no longer under his ass. Oh no, they were all over Becca. His mouth found her breast and, oh, God.Yes, yes, yes.She held his head to her breast, letting him tongue and suck, feeling an echo of each tug between her thighs until she breathed faster, too.
“I’m going to come,” she said on a gasp as his tongue did an impressive maneuver against the sensitive nub of her nipple that had her internal muscles primed and ready for release.
“Hold on,” he commanded.
Oh God. She held on. Gripping the inside of her thighs against the outside of his. Allowing the girth of him to push against the core of her through the layer of boxers and jeans he still wore.
“You’re going to lie on this stage.” He moved her, laying her so her back was to the hard-scuffed wood.
She allowed it.
His legs on either side of hers, he leaned until his mouth was against hers. “You’re going to put your hand between your legs while I get rid of my pants.”
Oh, okay. If she was going to totally go for wanton, might as well dive in. She’d done lots of things with men before, but she’d never touched herself in front of her partners.
Linx guided her hand to the spot he intended, rubbing her with her own fingers, pushing them inside her. The internal muscles clenched and seized.
She. Was. Going. To. Come.
“Cedric,” she said on a breath, her hand moving inside her with the help of his.
“Keep going,” he said the words, gruff and harsh, as the warmth of his hand over hers disappeared.
The sound of a zipper, followed by the unmistakable rip of foil, were the soundtrack as she brought herself to the edge.
Then he was there, kneeling over her, spreading her thighs, removing her hand. He licked at the fingers he’d had her use—drawing them in his mouth deep before releasing them. She would’ve liked to have a coherent thought at that moment. Some way to vocalize how turned on she was by all of this. Unfortunately, her mind seemed to have reverted to some primitive state that allowed only feeling. The buzz throughout her body was enough. She was certain Linx felt it, too.
