Page 4 of Turn Me On
She giggled. “Good lord. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Worth it,” I mumbled, yanking myself from my polo and tossing it aside.
I jumped onto the bed, making Charlie go airborne for half a second. Her eyes grew wide as she bounced into the air. What would it be like to fuck on a trampoline? How high could we get if?—
“Rider!” she squealed, landing back on the plush surface.
I climbed on top of her, settling betweenher gorgeously thick thighs. They were so soft, so smooth, they made me want to rub my scruff across the skin there and rough them up a bit. Tickle and tease her. Scratch her stretch marks.
“I’m excited to see you. Can you blame me after that text exchange?” I dove into her neck, spoiling her with kisses down to her collarbones and back up the other side.
“That was fairly tame compared to usual.” She wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me closer.
I ran my tongue down the center of her chest, ending with a nip to the middle of her hot pink bra. “Doesn’t matter. You could dress me up like a banana and ask me to roll around in a pool of peanut butter, and I wouldn’t even think twice.”
She grabbed my head and hauled me back up to look her in the eye. “What does that even mean?”
I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face. “I don’t know, babe. Can we fuck now?”
“Actually…I have something I wanted to talk to you about.”
She scooted out from under me, and I sat back on my heels to give her room. As sheleaned against the headboard, she began to fidget with her fingernails.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, grabbing her hands to still her movements.
She glanced up. “Remember how we talked about taking our performances elsewhere a few months ago?”
Perform somewhere else? I didn’t remember that conversation. I would remember if she wanted to leave and go to a different adult lounge. Wouldn’t I? Maybe not…
“You want to leave the club?” I asked, scratching the back of my neck.
“No! Not at all,” she rushed to clarify. “I love it here. They treat me like a rockstar. I mean to another platform.”
I scrunched my brows. “Like you want them to raise the bed in the exhibition room? It’s already pretty high up there. That one time you climaxed so hard, you kicked me off, and I had a pretty decent-sized bruise on my ass for, like, two solid weeks.”
She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Oh my goodness, Rider. I mean online. We toyed with the idea of posting some videosonline?”
Now it was clicking.
“Oh, right. Yeah. That would be hot. I know I’d watch you.”
Allowing my imagination to run wild for a second, I pictured myself opening up the browser on my phone and having unlimited access to videos of Charlie pleasuring herself—being pleasured—in all those skimpy little lingerie outfits barely containing her curves.
She cleared her throat and waved one hand in front of my face. “Rider. You in there?”
“Sorry, babe. I think videos of you online would be a hit.”
“And you would be in themwithme, right?” She leaned forward, placing her hands on my knees.
“Let the whole world see me dick down my fucking bombshell wife? Shit yeah, I would,” I answered, nodding my head aggressively.
She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. I took the opportunity to lift her off the bed and set her on the giant floor cushion that sat in front of the footboard.
“Easy, tiger.”
“I’ll do anything you want, babe. Anything in the world. You want to film us andpost it online? Let’s do it. Just the idea is making my cock even harder.” I stroked my erection. It was almost painful at this point. “But I’ve had a serious lack of your mouth for the last twenty-four hours, and I would like to fix that right now.”
“Perfect. Give me one minute.” She trotted over to the nightstand, grabbed her cellphone, and hooked it up to the tripod in the corner. She dragged it closer to where I stood, angling it down toward the cushion on the floor.
