Page 37 of Lustful Nights

“Hell yes, let’s do that.” He abandons my aching cock, standing up quickly, the cool air drying the salvia he left behind.

“You could have finished what you were doing,” I whine, gesturing to my crotch. “It doesn’t like to be left high and dry.”

“Well, let’s try that frotting thing and then I promise I’ll shove your dick back down my throat.”

“Oh baby, you know just what to say to woo me,” I joke, pulling my panties and jeans up my legs. “But I have a surprise for you. Can you give me a few minutes to get myself together?”

“Whatever you need.”

“Thanks.”

Leaning over, I peck his cheek, then grab my backpack from the floor and head away from the couch. I walk down the hallway toward Jensen’s room, making sure the door closes behind me. After checking that the water is hot, I rush through a shower, ensuring I clean all the right areas, and then I spend a few minutes applying some makeup to my face. I don’t overdo it, just enough so my eyes pop and my face is a little more rosy than usual.

Once I’m satisfied with how I look in the mirror—my brown hair is styled to perfection, my cheeks are pink and shimmering, and my eyes are sparking with the extra glitter I put on—I open my backpack, pulling out the outfit I bought. When I tried it on earlier, I knew I had to show Jensen right away. And whileI knew he would show no one, I still made sure my face wasn’t showing. But now I’m feeling giddy at the thought of him seeing me wear it in person. It’s the same surprise I had for him a few days ago that I never got to wear.

After putting on a pair of black lace panties, I slide some fishnet stockings up my legs. Walking over to the mirror, I pause, inspecting my ass. Damn, I look good. I shiver with excitement, a thrill coursing through my veins. I quickly toss the skirt on and the white button-down shirt, completing the outfit. For the final touch, I grab my black high heels, slipping them on my feet. I’ve only worn them a few times and as much as I would want to wear them to Peaches, I’m still not comfortable enough, so I thought wearing them for Jensen would be good practice. Besides, he’s seemed to love everything I’ve worn in front of him so far, so I’m hoping he’ll love this.

I run my fingers through my hair a few times, my nerves showing up. I take a deep breath, pulling at my skirt. “He’s going to love it,” I whisper into the empty space.

Gathering up my courage, I leave his room and head straight toward the couch. Jensen is watching TV when I walk in, but his head whips around when my heels clack on the hardwood floor.

“Hot damn,” he whispers. He starts to sit up, and I rush to him, pushing him flat onto the cushions.

“Down, boy.” I laugh when he raises an eyebrow at me, but falls back down, placing his hand behind his head.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful Lennox. And you in that outfit? Just look at what you do to me.”

I follow his hand that’s pointing at his cock. His thick length that’s currently straining against his briefs. Apparently, he was as impatient as me, taking off his pants while I was getting ready. My eyes stay trained on his dick, a small wet spot forming on the gray material. I whimper and Jensen chuckles, pulling his shaftout of his underwear and letting me see the gorgeous cock he keeps hidden.

“Like what you see?” he growls, his hand jerking faster.

“I love what I see. So much,” I admit, stepping between his legs.

His hands slide up my thighs, disappearing under my skirt so he can grab hold of my ass. “Spin in a circle for me.”

I follow his command, turning slowly around to let him take in my outfit. There’s not one second when his hands leave my body, making sure to keep a connection at all times. Once I face him again, I lean down, kissing him softly. “Do you like what you see?” I toss back at him.

“I love seeing you in anything, Lennox. You could have walked out here in a trash bag, and I would still think the same thing.” Hell, I don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing man, but Jensen is someone I won’t take for granted. The way he always has the right things to say and how sweet his words always are.

“A boy could get used to hearing you say such kind things,” I admit, knowing that he could really hurt me.

“You better plan to get used to it, because I won’t stop.”

His words cause a flutter to appear in my stomach and I rub at it softly. God, I hope I don’t fuck this up between us. Taking a deep breath, I shake out my hands. “All right, there’s something I want to do. Sit back and stroke your cock for me.”

I turn around, walking to my phone, laughing. I quickly pull up the music app, finding a song I can dance to. My finger scrolls on the screen until an upbeat one catches my eye. Hitting the play button, I put the device down on the surface, and then turn around, waiting for him to resume his stroking. Once he starts, I hike my leg up onto the table, dragging my finger from my ankle up to my knee on the outside of my boots. The height of the heels makes my legs feel a little uncomfortable being lifted so high,but seeing as how hard Jensen is breathing, it’s obvious he likes what he sees.

Dropping my leg back to the ground, I turn around, resting my hands on the table as I bend over. Jensen groans loudly as I shake my ass, making sure to sway it just right. I roll my hips seductively, smirking when I hear another moan. I dance for the entirety of the song, not stopping until the room is blanketed in silence once again.

“I love watching you move. It’s what I felt when I initially saw you on stage. Of course, it’s ten times more now that I understand what it is I’m actually feeling. At first, I thought I was only admiring your body, but I can clearly see how wrong I was. The entire time you were dancing right now, I was blown away. Yes, by your performance, but more so your confidence in yourself.”

“I swear, you better realize you’re stuck with me because I don’t think I want to live another day without hearing the words you say to me.”

With a toss of his head, Jensen laughs. “Deal. So, I have a question, and you don’t have to answer, but I’m curious,” Jensen says, his eyes darting away from mine.

Nerves prick my skin, wondering what he’s going to ask. “Is this your question number 16?”

“Sure.” I nod my head, giving him the okay to ask, and he reaches out, playing with the hem of my skirt. “Do you tend to give men private dances a lot? And does it ever go farther than that?”

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