Stronger With Her (28 page)

The thought of those guys bothering her makes my blood boil. I rein it in as much as possible and hope she continues talking.

“I’m okay, you know,” she says smiling at me.

“I know.”

“Then why do you look like you’re ready to rip somebody’s head off?”

“Sorry, natural reaction. You were saying?”

“I’m no stranger to the type of guy your brother is. I’ve dealt with assholes like him my entire adult life. It’s one of the reasons why I dress the way I do when I’m working. I’ve come to relish being invisible when I can’t completely control my environment. After college, I realized that I wanted to be seen but only on my terms. I watched some pole dancing videos online and thought it looked like fun. I took a couple classes and the instructor told me I was a natural. She suggested that I consider trying it out in public. I was working for Soklov when I finally got the guts to do it.

“I had to come up with a good enough disguise that nobody would ever know it was me. My boss was a crazy bitch and hated me from day one and I knew if she found out about my side gig she’d have me fired. I had some of my drag queen friends help me with the makeup and wig. Then I created the Vixen personality and the rest is history.”

“How often do you dance? My buddies told me that nobody knows when Vixen will be there.”

“I only go when I feel like it. I text Trevor, the bouncer you met, and he lets the owners know. They’re very kind and understand why I do it. The fact that they make a lot of money on those nights doesn’t hurt either.” She smiles at me and shrugs.

“So, you choose when you dance, and you only do it so you can be “seen,” I say making quote marks with my fingers. “That still doesn’t explain everything. I think you’re holding out on me. What do you do with the money?”

Stephanie looks down at her hands which she has clasped in her lap. “I don’t think you’ll believe me,” she says quietly.

“Try me.” I move closer and pull her against me, kissing her gently on her temple. She settles into my arms. It feels so natural to hold her like this.

“After the first couple nights I danced, one of the girls committed suicide. Apparently her boyfriend left her when she told him that she was pregnant. She told one of the other women that she couldn’t afford the medical bills or the expenses. It was heartbreaking.”

I squeeze her tighter and rub one hand down her back.

“I can’t imagine how that made you feel.”

“It was horrible. If I had known, I would have helped her. So, I decided that I would use my tips to help them. Trevor knows when someone is having trouble and he makes sure they get what they need. Usually, he gets them a gift card to the store or something and he’s the only one who knows it’s my money. Most of the girls don’t like me so I stay out of their way.”

“Why don’t they like you?”

“I think it’s because I only perform when I want and I’m popular. I don’t leave the stage and they count on lap dances and the VIP rooms to make their money. I’ve come to accept it.”

“But you don’t like it, do you?”

“I’ve always wanted people to like me, but I’m used to keeping to myself. It’s okay.”

I tilt her chin up and look into her beautiful green eyes. “You are amazing,” I whisper as I lean down and press a light kiss on her lips. She sighs against my mouth and I deepen our connection. Stephanie turns and climbs up on my lap, straddling my legs and putting her arms around my neck. I move one hand into her hair and the other one down to her ass. This is what I’ve been waiting for. We continue making out like teenagers for a few minutes until she pulls back. I resist letting her go, but she puts her hands on my chest, effectively keeping us arms length apart.

“What’s wrong?” I ask trying to calm my dick down. I just want to bury myself in her and stay there forever.

I
have to slow things down or we’re going to end up right where I don’t want us, making it all about sex.

“I want you to know that I don’t take men to my bed often. In fact, I’ve only slept with two guys other than you. I’m picky about who I allow myself to be with and I tend to fall hard. When I thought you were married and cheating on your wife with me, I was devastated. That kind of betrayal is the one thing I won’t tolerate from anyone, but especially someone I’m involved with.”

“But,” James interrupts. I put my fingers on his lips to stop him.

“I knew the moment I saw you at The Sprocket that you had the potential to hold a power over me that no man ever has. Of course, I didn’t realize the man I was working for was the same as the one in the club, but I felt the same overwhelming connection. I’ve fought it for a month, telling myself that it was stupid and that you were just being kind while I was working for you. Jacob shook me, but you’ve proven that you’re the man I’ve always thought you were.”

“What are you saying? I know what I hope it is,” he says running is finger tips down my arm causing goose bumps to appear.

“What do you hope it is?” I don’t want to scare him away, but I want him to know how I feel.

“I hope that you’re about to tell me that you feel something for me and you don’t want to let me go. I want you in my life. You’ve invaded my brain, taken up permanent residence in my thoughts, and I don’t want anything more than for you to be there and in my arms.” I drop my hands and allow him to pull me against his chest.

“I want all of that too,” I say into his shirt. I can feel tears building and I’m trying not to let them fall.

James kisses the top of my head as I take a shuddering breath to get rid of the tears. I feel his hand on my face, his thumb running across my lips. I tilt back and look up at him. His eyes are glassy too, which makes me lose it. He wipes the wetness from my cheek and leans down to kiss me.

“Let’s go to bed,” I whisper just before his lips touch mine. I hear a groan in his chest and before I can register what’s happening, I’m being lifted into his arms and he’s standing. James carries me to my bed and places me gently in the middle. I reach down to pull my shirt up, but he stops me by shaking his head.

“I want to do that. I’m going to take my time and savor every moment of this. Please allow me to show you what you mean to me.” There’s no way I’m going to argue with that so I drop my hands and lay perfectly still, keeping my eyes on him as he walks to the end of the bed. He licks his lips as he runs his eyes up and down my body. I start to feel a little self-conscious and move my hands.

“Don’t get shy on me. I’ve seen you shake those tits for hundreds of men,” he smiles salaciously.

“That’s different. I don’t give a shit about them,” I say quietly.

“You give a shit about me?”

“Like you don’t know that,” I roll my eyes and grin. I know he’s helping me relax and it’s working.

“I still like hearing it,” he says as he picks up my left foot and begins to massage the arch. It feels so good I don’t stop the groan that comes from my throat. I close my eyes and allow him to do what he wants as long as he keeps doing things like that.

I feel him move his hands all over my foot and it’s amazing. Then my big toe is warm and I realize that he’s got it in his mouth and he’s sucking on it. Nobody has done that to me before and it’s like a direct line to my core. I open my eyes and sit up not believing that he’s actually doing that. I’m shocked and unbelievably turned on watching this man suck and lick my toes. Who knew that would feel so good? It takes less than a minute to have me panting and hoping that he will move his mouth to the place I really need it.

“What’s wrong, little one?” he asks after letting my toe go with a pop. He’s got a smug grin on his face.

My hands move on their own to my waistband, trying to pull the clingy fabric away and off my hips.

“Stephanie, stop,” James says in such a tone that I freeze and look at him. “I want to do that,” he whispers as he reaches up and pulls my pants to the apex of my thighs, just above my sex.

“No panties, really?” he groans and licks his lips. That’s the last thing I hear as my pants are torn down my legs and tossed across the room. James dives onto the bed and buries his head between my thighs, licking my pussy, causing my hips to buck and my back to arch.

He grabs my ass and holds me against his mouth, sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue. It doesn’t take long for me to scream his name as my orgasm hits me hard. James continues to slowly and lightly lick me, making the climax last twice as long. When it finally subsides, he lowers me back to the bed and continues his exploration of my inner thighs and stomach. I’m still trying to catch my breath when he goes back and starts eating me again.

“I can’t do it again,” I moan while trying to pull his head away by his hair.

“You can and you will. I won’t stop until you come again, and then I’m going to use my dick to set you off one last time,” he says without moving away from my lower lips. True to his word, James continues to lick my clitoris and labia as I squirm underneath him. When he adds two fingers and presses them inside me, I detonate around him, screaming his name and thrashing around on the bed. I feel wetness on my ass and I’m afraid I’ve pissed myself.

“Oh, baby, I didn’t know you could do that,” James purrs as he licks me.

“Do what?” I ask when I can form words. Is he really licking urine off my butt cheeks? “Did I just pee on you?”

James looks up at me and laughs out loud. His face is shiny and wet, and I’m so embarrassed I feel like I want to die.

“No, you didn’t pee on me. You came on me. It’s sexy as hell and I want you to do it again. I could get addicted to this,” he says as he puts his tongue in my pussy and sucks.

“James, stop, please. It’s too soon,” I beg. He grunts and shakes his head keeping his tongue inside me and that’s all it takes. My back arches, my walls clamp down and I can feel hot liquid spill out. James takes his time cleaning every drop, and all I can do is lay boneless underneath him.

“So good. So sexy,” he says as he kisses his way up my body. “You are full of surprises, Stephanie, and I can’t wait to discover even more,” he says as he brings his mouth to mine. I lift my heavy arms to his neck and pull him down to me. I can taste myself on him and, surprisingly, it’s not terrible. I didn’t really notice the first time we had sex, of course I was too busy trying to get him inside me then. I open my mouth to allow his tongue to dance with mine and then I feel him at my entrance. I tilt my pelvis up slightly and he slips in.

“Oh, god,” he groans and stills once he’s buried to the hilt. James doesn’t stop exploring my mouth. I try to move, but he’s holding me down with his hips.

“Please, James, I need you to move,” I say between kisses.

“I can’t yet. I don’t want this to be over too soon,” he says as he nips and licks my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist and try to get some friction that way. It’s impossible for me to get what I want, and he seems intent on making me crazy. Then I remember something I learned in my human sexuality class.

“What the fuck is that?” he asks as he jumps a little.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I look at him innocently and do it again.

“That! What are you doing?” He moves in and out a couple times, but when he stops I squeeze him one more time.

“It’s called kegel exercises. Do you like it?”

“Fuck, yes I do,” he growls as he slams into me. I stop and groan, loving the feel of him inside me, his balls slapping my ass.

“Do that again,” I whisper. As he pulls back, I clench my inner muscles, making it tighter for him. He pushes forward and his eyes roll back in his head.

“You’re killing me here, baby. I’m not going to last as long as I want to.” I grin and run my nails down his back. He groans and starts to move.
Finally.

James sets a moderate pace with his hips. His gaze never leaves mine and I have to fight to keep my eyes open. It’s so intimate that I feel a little uncomfortable. I also feel completely connected to him in a way that is overwhelming. James moves his head toward me and our lips meet. He lowers himself down so our chests touch, keeping most of his weight on his elbows. I feel his fingers move in my hair and I continue to run my hands up and down his back. This is no longer fucking. James is making love to me. The friction of his pelvis against my clit is building an orgasm that promises to be stronger than the ones before it. I move my lips to his cheek and kiss my way to his ear, gently biting down on the lobe. James’ rhythm falters and his speed increases. I nibble his earlobe again and it earns me a growl and bite on my neck. I wrap my legs tighter and hold on as he moves his knees for better leverage and pounds me into the mattress. I guess we’re back to fucking, but I don’t have any complaints.