Page 38 of Lustful Nights

Huh. For some reason, that’s not what I was expecting. But I can tell he was nervous to ask, so I slide onto his lap, sifting my hands through his hair. “I’ve done it, of course. You kind of have to in my profession. It’s never gone beyond that, though. I’ve never taken a customer home or met up with a patron later that night or ever. I dance, shake my ass, and then I move on.” Iwait a few seconds to let it process before I continue. “Does that bother you?”

“I thought it would, but it doesn’t. It’s kinda hot to know you’re out there getting these other men hot and bothered, but then you come home to me at the end of the night and I’m the only one who gets to see you this way.” His hand comes out to rub my sides, the other one grabbing hold of my hip. “Debauched, horny, and so damn sexy.”

I bite my lip, grinding down on him. “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you? Not just the dancing, but me working there?”

Fear grips me as my heart pounds from the uncertainty. If he says it bothers him, I wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t pick another job. I love my job at Peaches. Not only because I enjoy it and I have a blast with my friends, but also because of who I’ve become since I started there. Plus, it works perfectly with my school schedule, and I don’t want to mess that up.

“It doesn’t bother me. If anyone from your past has an issue with it, that reveals more about them than you.”

I stare at him, speechless. “You really mean that? You aren’t going to tell me to quit? That it’s beneath me and I can do better? That you’re embarrassed to be with someone who works at a seedy strip club?”

“I know I’ve said this once, but I’m saying it again. Fuck those boys from your past. You intimidated them, that’s why they said things like that. They were intimidated and jealous. They wanted to control you. I will never do that, Lennox. I can promise you that. You will always be safe to be who you are with me.”

“Damn. You always say the right things.”

“Oh, yeah?” he purrs, his hands rubbing my ass cheeks. “Are you still turned on?”

“So much,” I moan, grinding down on him again. It’s the ultimate turn on; him reminding me he sees me for who I am. And he likes it. Every part of me. The side others tried toshame me for, the parts of me I love, and attempted to hide. He recognizes every inch of me—not just my appearance, but who I am inside—and he loves it. My sassiness, my shyness, how I might not be as confident as I try to pull off. Even though I’m trying.

“Tell me more about this frotting thing.” His hands glide up my sides before making their way to the buttons on my crisp white shirt. He swiftly unbuttons each button with one hand while my cock hardens to the point of pain.

“You have no idea how sexy I find that. How you only have to use a single hand.”

Jensen chuckles, pushing my top off my shoulders. He leans forward, placing a kiss on my collarbone before he bites it roughly. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he growls, biting me again. “As much as I love the skirt, and I do love it, I need you to take it off. I want to see you in nothing but your panties, these stockings, and fuck-me heels.”

Not wasting any time, I climb out of his lap, shimmying the fabric down my legs. I kick it out of the way, then turn and face him.

“Utter fucking perfection.”

16

JENSEN

Lennox has beenin my life for so long, and I never knew I could see him this way. The sexy-as-hell, confident man who’s standing in front of me wearing an outfit I never imagined I needed to see. When he first started dancing, a million thoughts ran through my mind about him doing this with other men. But I quickly shut them down. The thought of knowing there are guys out there who desire him but can’t have him has me feeling like a caveman. I want to send him to work with my marks all over his body.

He’s standing in front of me, and I can’t help but drool. He’s brought up this frotting thing that I haven’t been able to get out of my head. I slide off the couch, getting down onto my knees before him. The scent of him—vanilla and lavender—surrounds me, and I scoot closer and inhale deeply. Lennox runs his fingers through my hair as I rub my beard against the delicate fabric of his panties.

“Fuck, that tickles,” Lennox giggles, rubbing his cock against my face even harder.

Not able to wait any longer, I grab onto the sides of the lace and gently pull them down until his length pops free. It bobsin front of my face, and I suck the head into my mouth while my hands find his ass. Lennox forcefully pulls on my hair at the same time he shoves his cock down my throat. I gag roughly, breathing through my nose. Tears prick my eyes, but I double down. I pull him farther into my mouth, sucking hard. A burst of precum hits my tongue, my eyes closing at how fucking sweet he tastes. I pull off his dick, wiping at my lips before I glance up at Lennox. Keeping my eyes on him, I don’t look away as I grab his ankle, putting the heel of his boot on my shoulder. I pull down the zipper of one shoe, then toss the other one to the side once I take it off. I place a peck on the inside of his foot, then repeat the process with his other leg. Once I’ve kissed both ankles, I slide down his stockings, leaving him before me in just his black lace panties. I give the head of his dick a little kiss before standing up.

Wasting no time, I strip out of my clothes, then lay down on the couch, beckoning Lennox toward me with a single finger. “Straddle me, baby. Let’s rub our dicks together.”

Lennox chuckles loudly, shaking his head. “Oh my god, you did not just say that. What the hell?” He laughs again, but does exactly as I say, climbing onto my lap after he takes off his panties. I stroke my cock faster, watching Lennox on top of me. He straddles me, his gorgeous dick right in front of me, and I can’t help but reach out and grip him with my other hand. I take control, jerking us both simultaneously. I’m so damn close to coming everywhere, but I need to make sure he goes first.

“Frotting, Lennox. Show me now before I blow all over and we don’t get the chance.”

Lennox giggles, the most beautiful sound hitting my ears. “Okay, lean back against the cushion and don’t move.”

Letting him lead the way, I do as he says, resting my head against the cool blue pillow. He leans his body on mine, kissing up my chest. His fingers brush over my nipples and I arch into him. Fuck, I love how much sensation that area gets from thepiercing and his touch. Lennox positions himself, so our cocks align. We’re both leaking profusely, precum covering us both. He moves his hips, his shaft gliding against mine, and my legs lock up tight at the touch.

“Oh,fuckkk,” I moan, closing my eyes tightly. Who the hell knew the feeling of skin on skin could feel so damn amazing? The tip of his dick bumps into mine, and I growl, grabbing the back of his head. “Kiss me, Lennox. Now,” I demand, shoving my tongue into his mouth.

He whimpers, his fingers clawing into any skin within reach. He keeps kissing me as he ruts against me. Soon after, he picks up the pace, and my orgasm barrels into me in no time at all. Fuck, so much for letting him come first. I unleash all over the both of us, the sticky white liquid covering his dick.

I watch with hooded eyes as Lennox leans back on his legs and scoops up some of my cum. He wraps his fist around his shaft and—fuck me—he’s using my cum to stroke himself. The wet sound echoes through the room as Lennox finds his own release shortly after. He comes all over my stomach, marking and claiming me as his before he falls face first into my chest.

Even though I’m sated and exhausted, I use what strength I have to pull him closer to me and plant a soft kiss on his forehead.

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