Page 152 of The First Taste
As I untie the belt, I bite my lip and look down at the massive man that I’m about to strip for. Part of me wants to panic, to run screaming from this room.
But another part of me really wants to stay. That part of me is curious what is going to happen and doesn’t care if being here is more than a little dangerous.
I take off my coat, letting it fall to the ground. Calum’s eyes devour me, from my head to my toes.
“Jesus,” he swears. “You are so fucking hot, Kaia.”
I blush and struggle not to cover myself. “Do you want me on the pole?”
He bites his lip, smirking, and shakes his head. “No.” He spreads his big hands out across his lap. “I’ve been waiting for you to give me another lap dance, beauty. I want to see you unravel while we are touching, just the way you almost did last time.”
I raise my eyebrows, flushing hot pink. “You do?”
His lips twitch. “No more questions. Come here.”
I take a step toward him before my stripper training comes back to me.
Head up. Shoulders back. Your hips should sway every time you walk.
Make him want you.
Transforming into that character is easy and natural once I remember that I should do it. I smile at him, biting my lip a little as I strut over to where he sits. His eyes sparkle as I stop just short of his reach.
“Club rules,” I say, swaying my hips. “No touching, remember?”
I bend down toward him. The hint of his aftershave curls in my nose. The look on his face reminds me of a curious cat.
Calum reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me onto his lap. “Fuck the rules. That’s why I brought you here. You signed the contract. Now I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
I straddle his lap, my breath leaving me in a sharp huff. “Calum…”
He lifts his hips and grinds into my ass. “Shut up.”
I have to take back some semblance of control. So I clamp down on his lap and ride it for a minute, teasing him by putting my hands flat on either side of his head.
“Relax,” I whisper, lifting and lowering my hips. “Let me take the reins for a minute.”
I slide down a little closer to him. He shifts and his cock pops up between us, long and thick. Rocking my hips, I bump it a few times.
“Tease,” he accuses. He moves again so that his cock settles against the seam of my pussy.
I rock my hips again, stopping when my movement brushes the hard tip of his cock against my clit. A very soft “Ohhh,” pops out of my mouth.
It’s not supposed to feel good for me, is it?
His eyes sparkle with enjoyment. “Is that the spot, beauty?”
He thrusts his hips up and his cock brushes that same spot again. My face reddens. I splay my hands out across his chest.
“I thought we were trying to get you excited,” I say, a little breathlessly.
His lips twitch. He stops moving suddenly.
“You know what I want?”
I swallow, shaking my head slowly. “No.”
“I want you to take off those panties and touch your clit while you ride my lap.” He starts unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes glinting.
