Page 39 of My Crazy Killers
“Dance for me, little vixen,” he commands, and I do. I start rolling my hips, feeling so much more exposed nowwith no underwear to hide me anymore. I keep my eyes on Sly, not willing to look at Elias, knowing he hasn’t seen this side of me before.
Sly is much more hands-on than the others, going as far as to lean forward and lick up my center as I roll my hips toward him. I gasp, a mix of surprise and arousal, as he smirks up at me.Smirks.
I stare at him in shock, the crack in his stony exterior surprising me. He lifts my foot and places it back on the ground, encouraging me to move on to give Pete his turn.
Pete’s excited face has me relaxing a little as I step in front of him. He reaches for me, but I spin around. Keeping my legs together, I bend a knee and drag my hands down the sides of my ass as I slowly bend over, letting my hands trail down my legs as I go. When they reach my ankles, I step wide and let my hands drag up the insides of my legs as I go. My eyes find Elias, sitting beside us in the other armchair as he watches me. I can’t read the expression on his face, but his hands are tightly clenched onto the armrests.
Letting my fingers trail over the edge of my pussy, I stand up and look over my shoulder at Pete. He’s watching me with wide eyes. “Holy fucking shit, Wren. Where did you learn that?”
I shrug, turning to face him. “Porn.”
He reaches for my hips as he turns to Elias with a grin and asks, “You still upset we had her watch that?”
Elias just swallows heavily, and Pete turns his attention back to me. I place my foot between his legs as I roll my body again, running my hands up and down, taking my time to push each bra strap off my shoulder.
Reaching behind me, I see his eyes, as well as everyone else I can see from this position, are glued to my bra. It takesme a few more seconds than I’d like to unhook it, but when I do, I pull the straps out tight to the side so the bra stays in place, shimmying my body behind it to tease him a little more.
He groans as if in agony. ”I think this backfired on us,” he says to the others. “I didn’t expect her to bethisgood.”
“Rude!”
“I knew you’d be sexy as hell,” he’s quick to assure me. “But I didn’t know you could actually… strip.”
“Is this my final exam for my sex education lessons?” I ask him, still unwilling to let my bra drop.
“Yes,” he says, nodding his head so much he looks like a bobble head. “Now drop the bra.”
I grin, releasing both sides at once, and he knocks my knee to the side and lunges forward, wrapping an arm around my lower back as he pulls me toward him, his free hand on my breast as he mouth sucks at the other one.
“Peter!” I gasp as he starts to devour me, his tongue and mouth tugging at my nipple like it’s made of chocolate milk.
His hand around my back starts to move down until his fingers are rubbing through my folds. I cry out, forgetting what I’m doing as my hips start to push against his hand, wanting him to give me more.
I’m vaguely aware of someone calling his name, then as I start to feel my orgasm rising, but he’s yanked back from me. I blink my eyes open, not realizing I’ve closed them as I sway slightly. Sly grips my hip to steady me, his other hand presses against Pete’s chest, holding him back against the sofa as he pants heavily, licking his lips.
“Sorry, angel. Got a little carried away there. It’s been a while.” I grin. I know exactly what he means. Because of myinjuries, it had been well over a month since I’d slept with him, and I was dying to get close to him, too.
I start to sway toward him, but Sly stops me with a curt, “No. You're not done yet.” He nods his head in the direction of Elias.
Feeling nervous, I slowly step over to him as his eyes take me in. He doesn’t seem shy about taking in every part of me, and I think he likes what he sees. When he doesn’t reach out to touch me, I take the initiative to kneel on either side of his legs, straddling him.
I bite my lip nervously as I start to give him his lap dance in almost complete nudity. His eyes watch my hands as they travel all over my body, and when I start to undo one of the garters, he gently places a hand on mine and shakes his head. “Don’t,” he whispers.
“I don’t have anything else to take off.”
His hands move to my hips as he grits out, “I know.”
“But I’m supposed to give you all a striptease,” I explain, wanting to make good on my debts.
“You’ve already done more than I expected,” he says softly, his warm brown eyes lifting to meet mine. “And I’m not sure if I should be concerned with how good you are at it?”
“Really?” I ask, his words giving me the confidence to start moving my body again as he nods. “Why would that concern you?”
“You sure you didn’t secretly moonlight as a stripper or something?”
I smile down at him as I push myself into a big body roll. He thinks I’m a natural. I needed to hear that after being such a terrible shot with the gun. At least I was good at other things.
“Turn around,” Sly commands from his seat on the couch. When I look over my shoulder at him, he explains, “But keep your knees on the seat.”
