Page 48 of Bourbon Sins
Infuriated, I pushed his chest in anger and said, “Fuck you, I’m not ready. What do I need to do to prove it?”
Shock registered across his face from my push. Granted, he didn’t move, since he was a damn brick wall, but he was still shocked.
“There is nothing—”
“Sit,” I demanded. “Sit in one of these damn chairs and I’ll prove it.”
“Lo . . .”
“Sit! Damn it!” I might have lost it slightly, but I was sick of hiding on the floor and not being able to be up on stage where I belonged. I felt it in my bones; I was more than ready, and I was going to show this dick on a stick that I belonged there.
He sat in the chair I pointed at and eyed me suspiciously. I grabbed the remote to the stereo and shifted to my favorite song. Christina Aguilera started to play through the speakers and I instantly felt like I was in my element.
“What are you doing?”
“Proving to you I belong where the members can see me. I belong in the spotlight.”
He was about to protest when I started unbuttoning my shirt. Today I wore a black one with black stilettos, which I was grateful for now, because I could see Kace starting to squirm in his chair.
Christina’s voice rang through the room as I dropped the shirt to the floor and slowly started walking toward Kace to the beat of the music. The song was seductive and sexy, the perfect combination to show Kace what I was made of.
I stood in front of him and presented my body. His arms were to his sides, like the members were required, and he looked my body up and down, nodding in appreciation. Getting the go ahead from his nod, which was required for a lap dance, I continued to move forward. I took my index finger and ran the length of his collar bone as I walked around him, making sure to drag my finger lightly across his back.
Once I positioned myself in front of him again, I turned my back, giving him a great view of my thong-clad ass where I bent down, running my hands down my legs and then slowly back up to the beat of the music. I twisted back around, bent over so my hands were on his knees and spread them, giving me the perfect triangle support to work on.
The music was incredibly slow, so it gave me time to gradually move my body, giving him a satisfying show. I looked up and squeezed my arms against my breasts so he had a great shot of my cleavage, which he easily took advantage of while licking his lips. He was intrigued.
Working my head down, I did a body wave-like motion, starting with my head at his crotch and then working my way up his body so my breasts pressed against his chest and my hair brushed against his face. I felt him suck in a giant wave of air as my breasts barely skimmed his cheek. I had him.
I turned back around and lowered my butt onto his lap with my hands bracing myself on his thighs . . . his upper thighs. The minute I made contact with his lap, I knew I was winning, because he was sporting a massive erection. I couldn’t lie, sitting on his lap was just as much as a turn on for me as it was for him. I hovered and worked my pelvis to the song. Slow rotations of my hips caressed his probing arousal, sending my nerve endings into high gear. I felt my breath start to hitch. I leaned back against his chest as my head rested on his shoulder and my hips continued to move. We were both breathing heavily as I continued to work him.
Desperately, I wanted him to move his hands across my stomach, pinch my nipples, and move his hands under my thong, but he wasn’t moving an inch. I grabbed the back of his neck and used that as support as I pulled myself off him and turned around, quickly settling back onto his lap. I thrust my breasts into his face, letting him bury his head in them for just a second before I pulled away.
I used his shoulders as support as I started to rock back and forth on his erection. A slight moan escaped my throat as I felt his dick press against my slick folds. Fuck, I was going to come from a lap dance, but I didn’t care. I was past the stage of horny.
“Fuck . . .” Kace said under his breath as I picked up my pace.
His jaw was locked tightly as he studied my body moving up and down. His dick continued to press against me and seemed like it wouldn’t stop growing. Did all the men have massive dicks around here? I thought, as I continued to work him.
His chest heaved as he watched the song take over my body. There was no stopping me.
Finally, as if his body couldn’t take it anymore, he moved his hands so they caressed my sides. I could see it in his glazed-over eyes: he had lost his tightly-wound control. The fact that I was able to take down a strong man like Kace drove me to push him even further. I started lifting my ass, imitating the act of sex; now if only there weren’t two strips of fabric between us.
His hands caressed the underside of my bra-clad breasts, then fell underneath the string of my thong and gripped my ass. One more fucking squeeze from his hands and I was done. I felt my legs start to tingle as my center started to constrict. Another moan escaped my mouth as my head fell back in pleasure.
“Fucking Christ,” Kace murmured as his pelvis thrust in the air and he bit down on his bottom lip.
The room was empty, the music and our whimpers the only noise bouncing off the purple walls. It was just us and my quickly climbing arousal. So close. So numb. So good . . .
Just as I was about to scream bloody murder from an all-consuming dry hump, Kace’s phone went off. Like an ice-cold bucket of water had been poured over us, Kace shot up and out of the chair and grabbed for his phone in his pocket . . . erection still poking through his pants. There was a little wet spot on his pants and I didn’t know who it was from, but fuck it was hot.
He looked down at his phone while he ran his hand through his hair. As if he couldn’t quite grasp what he was reading, he brought the phone closer to his eyes for a better read, then looked at me with surprise in his eyes.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, as my legs clenched, needing sweet release.
“You’ve been beckoned to the Bourbon Room.”
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