Page 20 of Only Me
I’m breathing hard, need and love whooshing through my veins at an alarming pace. I need Zeke inside me− now.
His arms are locked beneath the crook of my knees; my legs spread open and ready for him. With almost no effort he scoops me up, my hands flying to the back of his neck to keep me steady. With a swift turn, Zeke sits back down with me straddling his lap.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do all that.” My hips buck against him and I ride his hard cock beneath the jeans he’s still wearing.
“I had the guys give me some pointers a couple of weeks ago. About the only things I can do effectively are the body rolls, though they tried to teach me more.” Zeke’s hands wander over my body in smooth strokes, and for the first time, I notice the song has switched to something a little slower but still sultry, “Earned It” by The Weeknd. “Did you like it?”
“Yes. As long as no one else got to see you shirtless, I loved it.”
Zeke laughs, and his boyish grin spreads across his face, making those dimples pop in stark relief to the rest of his chiseled face. “Don’t worry. You’re the only one. Not even the guys saw me shirtless.”
“Good. Now fuck me.”
“Here?”
“The cameras are off?”
Zeke nods, his breathing picking up speed a little.
“The cleaning crew was in this morning?”
Another nod.
“Then yes, right here.” I’m done talking. Reaching between us I open the snap on his jeans and yank down the zipper. My hands shake as I reach into his underwear and pull out the long hard part of him that makes me dripping wet on sight.
I shift forward, pulling my dress up even more and push my simple white cotton panties to the side. Standing to hover above him, I line the smooth tip of him up with my entrance then fall back down, so he’s impaled inside me. Zeke moans, and I whimper, our sounds mixing to echo through the cavernous room.
I manage two slow pumps on his thick shaft before Zeke takes over, his hands gripping my hips and stilling me. “This is my show, remember?”
I go to protest, but then he starts doing those damn body rolls again, only now from beneath me as his dick glides in and out at this delicious pace that has me scrambling to grip the chair back and brace my feet on the rungs. One of his hands leaves my hip to reach up and tug down the neckline of my dress the rest of the way. He does the same with my bra until my breasts bounce out right at mouth level. I swear, the roll of his tongue against my super sensitive nipple mimics the roll of his hips pumping between my thighs.
It’s all so sensual and dirty. Doing it right in the middle of the club increases the lust level. How many men and women have sat in this room hoping for a show like the one I just got, capped off by a fuck like the one we’re having right now? But they’ve all walked away disappointed. Not me. Nothing about this experience disappoints.
The pressure in my core builds like stacking blocks, going higher and higher until the pleasure begins to sway precariously in my belly. The tower ofhell yeswaits for one final element that will send it toppling, cascading around me. The anticipation of when it will fall is almost as good as the moment itself. My heart hammers and my skin tinglesasI scream and grip the chair, so tight I’m probably leaving crescent-shaped scars in the wood. Almost. Zeke’s thumb presses against my throbbing clit, and that’s the thing I needed to send my orgasm showering down my body.
The pleasure is never ending, it just keeps coming and coming until my body collapses against Zeke, replete and satisfied beyond words. With one last thrust of his hips, Zeke empties himself into my still vibrating pussy. The warmth of his cum filling me sends tiny aftershocks jolting through my system.
“Holy shit.” Zeke pants in my ear, gently stroking my back and legs as I come down from that impossible high.
“Pretty much.” I pant right back. I tighten my arms around Zeke’s neck, holding him to me in an embrace far sweeter than the dirty sex we just had in the middle of the strip club we inherited. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“You’re already my forever. But I will love holding the piece of paper that makes it official.” Zeke kisses my forehead and slides me off his dick, cradling me in his lap. “Are you upset I hijacked your bachelorette party?”
“Not even a little bit. I couldn’t think of a better way to say goodbye to my single life than with my first lap dance.” I look around at the empty strip club and smile. We’ve made a good life here. A life I didn’t see coming. “I wish Murray and Luther could be here to see what we’ve done with this place.”
“Me too. I wish I knew them both.” We’ve talked a lot about our uncles. Zeke loves I tell him stories about them, the club, the countless LGBT teenagers they helped over the years.
After a moment, we stand, righting our clothes before heading out of the club, hand-in-hand. During the short drive back to our house, my hand strokes Zeke through his jeans, teasing him until he’s hard and ready to go. I need to have him at least once more before we collapse for the night.
“You’re a bad girl, you know that?” Zeke pulls me over the center console of the truck and settles me on his lap. “I should take you upstairs and make you beg for my cock for hours before I give it to you.”
“Like you’d last hours without drilling me, that’s hilarious.” We both laugh and Zeke carries me from the truck to the front porch, like always. I swear my feet have barely touched the ground in the past six months.
As soon as Zeke goes to unlock the door, we hear a soft cough to the left and turn in the direction. A skinny teenager, probably about sixteen, sits on the floor, his back pressed against the rainbow siding. When he looks up at us, I see he has a nasty black eye and bruising around his mouth.
I squirm until Zeke sets me on my feet. He doesn’t let me get even a foot away as I hesitantly approach the boy. “Can I help you?”
“Um, I live a few towns over. I heard this place was safe, you know, for kids like me. My dad kicked me out tonight.” Tears run down his face, and I reach out to cup his slim shoulder, but he flinches, so I let my hand drop. “I told him I’m gay.”
Behind me, the air shifts and Zeke kneels next to me. “You’re in the right place. You’re safe here.
