Page 35 of Bad Boy Next Door
“Not bad,” I said, “for a beginner.”
She gave me the finger.
Turning to the pole, she stared at it for a few moments as if issuing a dare. Then grabbing it with one hand, she walked slowly around it, her ass and legs perfection. Seeing her fingers drag around the brass, all I could imagine was how they’d feel circling my pole. Unable to control myself, I rubbed my dick through my jeans.
On her next time around, she leaned out. Holding with one hand, she let herself swing around the pole.
She landed on her ass.
Frowning, she got up. “Let me try that again.”
I had an impulse to tell her to plant her leg closer to the pole the next time, but caught myself. I knew I should discourage this wrongheaded idea, but I desperately wanted to see her dance.
She tried the one-handed swing again, and this time it was flawless. She ended up in a deep lunge beside the pole, one leg out to the side, her sculpted, stretchy muscles the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Swinging her outstretched leg around, she pulled herself upright, and after circling the pole a few more times, she jumped up, hooked one knee, and leaned back. Had she really never done this before?
Her hands slipped and she dropped to her ass.
Laughing at herself, she shrugged at me, even though I was pretty sure she couldn’t see me shadowed in darkness. She tried the maneuver again, mastering it on her third try.
I watched with equal parts awe and lust as she mimicked one of Melodie’s routines. Melodie was more practiced, more skilled, but I liked Jade’s show better. Her body wasn’t as lush or curvy as most of the dancers’. In contrast, she was strong—plus her tits were real.
But it was more than just that. Sensuality flowed from Jade. She was a fountain of sex.
About to come in my jeans, I sat on my hands, knowing if I let them anywhere near my dick, even touched the denim, I’d fall apart.
Jade’s body swayed and stretched, her movements not practiced or consistent, but to me a million times hotter than the other girls’. Her skin glowed as her limbs stretched and contracted like liquid energy, soft and strong at the same time.
What I wouldn’t give to feel her lithe body pulsing under my touch. I’d offer a million for a chance to move my cock inside of her pussy—or even my fingers.
I’d kill to watch her come.
Bending forward, she struck a pose, ass toward me and legs apart. The strip of silver fabric between her legs shimmered, barely concealing the treasures it was designed to shield.
“Fuuuck.”
She looked back at me over her shoulder and grinned. I realized I’d cursed aloud.
“I guess that means I did okay?” Straightening, she stepped down off the stage and walked toward me.
I lost sight of her for a second as she passed into the shadow, reappearing not five feet ahead of me. I pulled my hands out from below my thighs, and the slight movement made me groan. I’d never been so uncomfortably hard.
Her eyes were focused on my package like she knew it, too.
There was no disguising the state of my discomfort, so I didn’t bother. Her gaze lifted to meet mine, creating an incendiary force pulsing between us, and I swear if someone else was watching they’d see fire shooting between our eyes.
“Give me your jacket,” she commanded, her voice husky.
I shrugged out of it quickly, handing it to her without giving a thought to why she might want it—willing, eager, desperate to do anything she asked.
She dropped it to the floor and lowered herself to her knees.
Her hands touched my thighs, and I sucked in air, unable to find enough oxygen to feed the furnace she’d lit. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and I certainly couldn’t find the will to stop her as she unzipped my jeans.
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Jade
