Page 52 of Body Check
While she’s otherwise occupied, and while there’s still blood flowing to my brain, I pull my phone from my pocket.
Dutton: When you get home, don’t come upstairs.
Blue: To my room?
Dutton: Yeah. Not for at least an hour. Make it two.
Blue: Fuck you. Class let out early so I’ll be home in twenty and I need a shower.
Dutton: Go for a swim.
Blue: Again, fuck you. It’s cold tonight.
Dutton: A cold swim is just what you need. You’ve got it so bad for a certain roommate of ours that I think a nice, cold, refreshing swim is exactly what you need.
Blue: What the hell? How is this about me? And I don't have the hots for Liza. That’s crazy. She hates me.
Blue: And nobody hates me! I’m the lovable one.
Blue: Besides, she has a boyfriend, doesn't she? She’s hardly ever here.
Dutton:That’s because she’s working all the time, dumbass.
I hear Bridgette’s music come on, and slide my phone back in my pocket. I don’t have time to hear Blue whine about Liza. Those two love to hate each other, and at this point, I don’t care if they ever stop arguing long enough to figure out that all that energy they spend bitching at each other could be put to better use. That’s not my problem, and I’ve got better things to do right now than worry about the state of Blue’s love life. I’m busy with my own.
Bridgette rocks her hips to the beat of the music, and though her eyes are open, I can tell she’s off in her own little world.That’s fine for now. She’s got to get in the zone or whatever, and I get that. But once she’s found the right headspace, I’m going to make damn sure her eyes lock on mine. I want her fully in the moment when she’s putting on a show for me. I want her to know just how hot she gets me—and that’s the thing. Is pole-dancing sexy? Hell the fuck yes. But my beautiful girlfriend riding a pole for me? That’s other-fucking-worldly.
She raises one leg up and wraps her knee around the pole before attaching her hands to do it. I watch in awe as she damn near flies around it like she’s got superpowers. This woman’s got more strength than half the guys on the hockey team. And she makes it look so effortless. There’s a smile on her face as she spins around, stretching her arm out like she’s reaching for me.
Meanwhile, I’m reaching for my cock. Desire slices through me as I watch her wrap her shapely calf around the pole, wind herself up, and then drop down low. Damn, that ass of hers might just be the death of me. Her tits, too, with the way they hug the metal pole. The song changes, this time into something with a faster beat. She’s still in a squat, her body vibrating in time with the music, making it look like she’s set her inhibitions on fire and is humping the pole for all she’s worth.
Pressing the heel of my palm to the base of my cock, I realize my sweats are down around my ankles. Somebody must have torched my inhibition, too, not that I had much. It was Bridgette, by the way. She’s decimated my control and torn down my defenses. My dick is rock hard and begging for her attention. I’ve got so much damn precum leaking from my tip that every stroke gets me that much closer to blowing my load. Fuck. I’m doing my best to keep myself in check instead of nutting like a damn teenager, but Bridgette’s dance moves are making it next to impossible to keep my shit together.
Her long red hair whips around as she maneuvers herself up and down the pole. Her smile is genuine as her eyes meet mine, and that’s almost my undoing.
“What do you think?” she asks, her voice breathless, like she’s been grinding on me and not a metal beam ten feet across the room.
“I think you’re incredible,” I tell her, my eyes roaming over every inch of her body. “And I think I’ll never pass that pole again without getting hard. Now, come over here and back that sweet ass up onto me. Come sit on my dick so I can tell you just how much I fucking love this.”
“But I’m not done yet,” she teases, her confidence shining through.
“I am,” I say, holding her gaze while I stroke my length. “I’m about to come so damn hard. I’m not sure I can hold off much longer. You’re too damn good at that.”
Instead of taking pity on me, my girl takes that as a challenge. She kicks high in the air and grips the pole tightly while extending both legs in opposite directions. Fuck me. She’s doing the damn splits. Her movements are smooth and practiced, strong and sure, but all my mind can process is that her legs are spread wide, her thighs are quivering, and her sex is glistening through the sheer fabric of her panties. She’s just as turned on as I am, if that’s possible. The way she’s making herself hot, damn near fucking that pole while she delays the gratification for both of us—it’s enough to push me right over the edge.
I couldn’t stop my release even if I wanted to. It’s a freight train barreling toward me, running me over, and leaving me wrecked. I’m calling out her name, paying no attention to how much noise I’m making, as jets of cum spurt over my abs. I’m a mess of myself, and I don’t give a shit. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her honestly when I come back down to reality. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but fuck that. Mygirlfriend just wrapped her perfect body around a freaking pole and used it as her personal sex toy. I make no apologies for not holding back my orgasm.
She struts toward me, her skin damp with sweat and her body flushed not only from the workout she just gave herself, but also from the one she just gave me. When she crawls on the bed and straddles my legs, my cock gives a valiant twitch. Leaning forward, I thread my hand through her hair. “I couldn’t hold back. You’re so damn sexy, and I wanted to come inside you, but I couldn’t hold back.”
I need to grab a towel or a t-shirt and clean myself off—or better yet, rinse off in the shower with Bridgette—but then she leans forward, bending her body over mine and trapping me between herself and the bed. On second thought, I’m not going anywhere.
Her smile is brilliant and a little bit wicked as she lets her eyes scan the length of my body. She’s not rambling now, not biting her lip, not second-guessing anything. She’s the one in complete control here—she always has been—and she damn well knows it.
When she takes two perfectly manicured fingers and dips them into the mess I’ve made on my own stomach, my breath catches. Fuck, that’s hot. I’m blown away by her sensuality, but even I am not prepared for what happens next.
“You said you want your cum in me?” she asks, widening her stance as she takes those same two fingers and thrusts them inside her pussy. In and out, in and out. She’s playing with herself and using my cum as lube, pushing it inside her with every stroke.
My eyes roll back in my head as my cock roars back to life. Bridgette sits back on her heels, still pleasuring herself, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to watch. I rest my hands on her thighs because the need to touch her is an urge I can’t resist.She’s on the pill, and we’ve both been tested, so there’s nothing risky going on, but it’s still hot as hell to watch her stuff her cunt with my cum.
