Page 77 of Strip Search

I had almost given up on him. The last time I checked the clock it was three a.m. After I disposed of the cheesecake evidence, I had put on my sexy stripper outfit, but the thong annoyed the shit out of me. I decided to just be naked. But then I got cold, so I put on the fluffy robe. I must have fallenasleep because the heavy knock on my door sent me into a panic. Leaping out of bed, I barely managed to not to smack into the wall before I got my bearings. Peering through the peephole, I saw Miles and my heart did a crazy little jiggle.

“Come on in,” I said, and hid a yawn.

“I’m sorry I’m so late. A lot of shit was happening tonight.”

“Did you call the police on the gang members?”

“Didn’t need to.” He locked the door behind him. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

Grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed, I slid out of the robe. “You’re overdressed.”

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” he asked with a slow smile.

“I’ll sleep afterward.”

“As long as it’s not during.”

Miles shed his clothes and got under the covers with me. We held each other tight for a moment.

“This is nice,” he said, kissing my forehead.

I melted into him. It was more than nice. It was sheer bliss. Coiling myself around him, I slowly stroked his back, his arms, his hips, and leg. Mine. All mine. He returned the favor by kneading my shoulders and back. I groaned and leaned into the massage.

“That feels incredible.” I sighed. My eyelids drooped. I should have had coffee with the cake.

“How did the audition go?”

“It was intense.” I tried to hide a yawn, but it was no good. “They had us do combo after combo. I think I fucked up one of the routines, but so did everyone else. I did a solo and a few group numbers.” I stroked the hair away from his face. “I even got to wear one of the preliminary costumes. Those shoulder rigs are heavy. I almost went ass over teakettle into the orchestra pit until I found my balance.”

“I’ll take you to the gym with me and we can lift some weights.”

“I don’t think I’m in your league.” I trailed a finger over his biceps.

Miles lay on his back and pulled me half on top of him. Straddling his leg, I fondled his cock.

“Mmm, I waited all day to have your hand there,” he said sleepily.

Nuzzling his throat, I whispered, “Just my hand?”

“There wasn’t a lot of time for fantasies.” Tilting my head back, he kissed me softly. Miles felt like velvet steel in my hand as he hardened under my languorous strokes.

“I want to taste you, but I don’t want you to stop.”

I was already wet before he said that. Now I had a deep desire to feel his tongue in me. “That’s easy enough,” I said, switching positions.

Rolling all the way on top of him, I shrieked when he pulled my thighs to his mouth. My breasts brushed the hard plane of his abs. Stretching my hand out, I played with the silky hairs of his leg while I casually continued to stroke him with my other hand.

Miles kissed my pussy and gave it a long, slow lick. I shimmied closer. He held me to his mouth, his powerful arms wrapped around my waist. I realized I was trapped when he found my clit and darted his tongue all around it. Sharp stabs of pleasure made me shake and writhe. I wiggled and ground against his face as he relentlessly pushed me closer to the edge. I had been so caught up in my desire that I was just holding him in my fist.

Taking him into my mouth, I sucked him deep and bobbed my head up and down his hard shaft. His toes curled and he moaned. The vibrations sent me spiraling down waves and waves of pleasure. I was wild, but he wouldn’t let me go. Thefaster I went, the faster he went until he suddenly tensed. He tapped me lightly on the ass.

I came off his cock to demand, “Harder.” And then I went back to sucking on the tip and tasting the precum with wide swathes of my tongue.

“I’m going to come. I want to be inside you when I do.”

“Where are the condoms?” I asked, staggering off him.

“Jeans.” He pointed.

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