Page 18 of When You Dance
He held me close to him for a minute then allowed me to step out of his arms. I watched him go to the chair then stare up at me. He pulled out another wad of money. “Put your money away, Jamel. And take this back,” I said as I threw the band at his feet.
He frowned at me, and it literally made me shiver. He stood from his seat and grabbed the money from the floor. “Am I not at your place of business? You wanna give away freebies, then come to my house. I won’t even try to pay for something that’s personal. So if this is personal, tell me. I’m paying you for your services.”
“I know because of our last encounter, it seems like we know one another, but technically, we don’t. I know your name and birthdate and everything you told me about yourself and your family. You can’t truly get to know someone unless you spend time around them. I just don’t want to spend that time with you privately until I feel more comfortable.”
He nodded then threw the money at my feet, imitating my gesture. “This isn’t personal then.”
I huffed and picked both bands up then gave one back. Grabbing my robe from the closet, I put it on. I was no longer in the mood. The hair on my arms stood at attention sensing his presence and how close he was to me. “I’m not trying to pressure you, Sandrene. I just—”
“If you’re a paying customer, I’m Obsession, and Obsession doesn’t give private dances.”
I closed my robe and tried to go to the door until Jamel grabbed my arm, pulling me back to him. He kissed me like he was showing me how much he missed me. His tongue invaded my mouth, stroking it the same way I wanted him to stroke past my lower lips. I couldn’t even remain professional and pull away from him. He was hard to resist. I grabbed ahold of his beard and held on for dear life as he took me far away from here.
He pulled away from me and grabbed his dick as he back pedaled to the chair. I took a deep breath and walked over to my phone and started “Stop By” by Ari Lennox. I dropped my robe where I stood, then made my way to him and began rolling my hips and teasing him with my movements. This song always got me in the mood. The first time I heard it, and I heard her say the wordsOochie Wally, I already knew what time it was.
I was a fan of music, but 90s and early 2000s hip hop was my thing. I liked some of the newer stuff too, but that was just my sweet spot. I turned my back to him and began making my ass bounce to the beat. I sat on his lap and grinded my hips as I said, “Touch me, Jamel.”
He slid his hands up my thighs slowly until he reached my nipples. I nearly orgasmed right then. Jamel made me so horny. However, I knew that if he tried to go further than I wanted to, I had backup right outside the door. If we were at his place, who would stop him if I wasn’t comfortable? Working in a strip club made me look at everyone like they were a sex offender.
“Get out your head, baby. I promise, you ain’t got shit to worry about. Despite the activities we’ve engaged in, I respect the hell out of you.”
He slid his hands over my pelvis but didn’t journey any further. I stood and turned to him, staring into his eyes, something I hadn’t been doing a lot of before tonight. I could feel his sincerity, and it only pulled me to him. I straddled him and gave him my lips, kissing him like I never had… slowly and with a passion that I had to quench whenever I saw him.
He pulled away from me and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he said, “Come home with me, baby.”
He brought his hands to my braids and slid his fingers through them then gently tugged them. “You’re so fucking sexy. I just want you all to myself.”
“Follow me home,” I said before I could regret it. “I’ll feel more comfortable there.”
Even after my words, he was in no hurry to move. He rested his hands at my hips and grinded me slowly against him. As he stared up at me, he gave me an easy smile. “I promise you won’t regret it. So am I talking to Sandrene now?”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to hold back my smile, but to no avail. “Yes, but she and Obsession are at war right now. Obsession doesn’t like allowing Sandrene to infiltrate her element.”
“Well how does Sandrene feel about Obsession infiltrating hers?”
“She welcomes her since she only gets to come out two nights a week.”
He chuckled then stood while still holding me. I wrapped my legs around him for a moment, then slowly let them slide to the floor. His hands remained on my ass as he lowered his face to my neck and slid his tongue from my collarbone to my earlobe. I shivered as he whispered in my ear, “I wanna taste every inch of you and savor every flavor you excrete.”
As he was about to pull away, I placed my hand at the back of his head, holding him close. Lowering one of his hands to my thigh, he lifted it until his hand was at the back of my knee. When I stretched it out, showing him just how flexible I was, he slid his other hand between my legs. When he started lightly patting it, my body began trembling. My orgasm was close to showing its face. I didn’t know how he did this to me, but I welcomed every nerve he exposed.
He brought his face to mine and slowly rubbed the tip of his nose all over my face while he continued to lightly pat my pussy. I couldn’t take it any longer, and my orgasm ripped through me like a tornado traveling through a trailer park, destroying all my restraint. “Jamel… shit. I need you to fuck me. Please. Let me feel it.”
“Not here, baby. Once I get in that shit, I ain’t gon’ be able to pull out. Everything has to be perfect.”
He kissed my lips then pulled my lower one into his mouth, gently sucking it. Although he was being gentle with me, I felt like his dick would be anything but. Judging by the width and length, it promised to rock me to sleep. I needed that since my dreams often woke me up at night, taking me back to painful times in my life. Jamel represented peace and love to me. I just hoped he didn’t prove me wrong.
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Sandrene
When we walkedthrough the door of my apartment, Jamel was practically glued to me. His hands gripped my hips, and his lips were on my neck. His erection pressed against my lower back was driving me insane. After turning to lock the door, I went right back into his arms. He immediately pulled my long-sleeved shirt over my head, and I pulled the draw string loose on my sweats.
However, the real prize was getting him naked. I pulled his shirt off to reveal his defined pecs that were tatted to perfection. One side adorned a ship on troubled waters with the scripture Matthew 8:23-27 underneath it. I would have to look that up later to see what it said. God would have to forgive me, because scripture was the last thing on my mind at the moment.
Going to his waistband, I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and began sliding them down his body. As I did, I couldn’t help but taste him on my way down. From his nipples to his belly button had felt the moisture my tongue provided. When I looked up at him, I could see the fire in his gaze. I knew he was going to tear me apart so delicately, like pulling petals from a flower, one by one.
His gaze went to his phone, and he started some music. It was something slow and sexy sounding, but I’d never heard it before. However, when it reached the chorus and I heard her say,Baby, I’m naked. I’m faded with you,I knew it would get added to my playlist. He backed away from me and went to my couch. Before he sat, he picked up his jeans and pulled out his wallet, taking two condoms from it and set it on my coffee table. It was when he slid his boxer briefs off that I went into a trance.
