Page 2 of Built for Her Love

I nodded at her. She never lost that pretty fucking smile as she walked her fingers across my chest. I shuddered, my cock aching. I hadn’t had this reaction to a woman in a long time. I usually just got lap dances to put money in their pockets since I was here taking up space.

But this girl… she wasn’t even straddling my lap yet, and I was already aching for her.

“Tonight is my first night, handsome. I think I’d like you to be the first man I give a lap dance to. Will you let me?”

Fuck, she did not have to ask that twice.

I nodded and rested my arms on the back of the booth. She winked at me and moved to straddle my lap, her ass hitting the edge of the table. I pushed it back further to make her more comfortable. My whiskey sloshed over the rim and splashed onto the tabletop, but I couldn’t even bring myself to care about wasting perfectly good whiskey.

Not with a woman like this straddling my lap, her barely covered core rubbing against my crotch.

She sensually moved her hips, her hands running over my shoulders and down my chest. She slipped her hand under my cut, and I trembled.

“You don’t speak much, do you, big guy?” she asked, squeezing my biceps now.

I shook my head at her. Her smile softened a little, and I groaned when she moved just the right way to make me leak precum into my boxers.

“That’s okay, handsome. I prefer quiet men anyway.” Her fingertips traced over my jaw, her manicured nails scraping through my beard. “I bet when you talk, it’s only all the right things that need to be said.”

I didn’t respond in any way. She ground against me, and my head fell back against the cushioned headrest of the booth, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, handsome.”

I managed to lift my head to look at her through slitted eyes. “Only if you do, too,” I rasped.

Her eyes widened in surprise before they heated, lust brimming her irises. “Would you like that?” I nodded in answer. She began to ride me harder. “Then, your wish is my command, handsome.”

I groaned, my fingers itching to touch her as she rubbed herself on me, dampening the front of my jeans. But I didn’t care. I’d end up riding back to the clubhouse with cum in my fucking jeans and boxers. I wasn’t ashamed in the slightest.

Hard to be ashamed of anything this beautiful beauty made me do.

Her lips parted, her eyes closing. “Touch me,” she pleaded.

I clamped my hands on her hips, dragging her closer to me, and we both shattered. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, keeping herself quiet, and I clenched my jaw, my fingers tightening on her hips as I came in my jeans like a teenager all over again, touching a woman for the first time.

It was, by far, the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and I wasn’t even inside of her when I came.

two

Athena

I couldn’t getthe guy in the motorcycle vest out of my head after he left the club. And when I woke up the next morning after having extremely wicked, saucy dreams about him touching me in ways that made me burn up inside, I was no better off.

Who in the hell was he?

His light brown hair had been so soft as the strands slid between my fingers the night before. I didn’t even know men could have hair that soft. I mean, fuck, what product of shampoo did he even use? Because I needed it. His hair was close-cropped but long on the top, but even the close-cropped parts hadn’t felt prickly like I was used to.

And fuck, that beard. It was full but trimmed, and I loved the way it felt as I dragged my nails through it. It left me wondering what that beard would feel like scraping along my inner thighs, leaving beard burns along my tender, pale skin. I touched my thighs as I thought of it, a soft sigh leaving my lips.

And those eyes.

Fucking hell, those eyes.

They were a gunmetal gray, stealing the breath from my lungs, hypnotizing me. I’d felt myself moving off the stage before I was even aware I’d made the decision. His gaze was intense—focused. And hunger resided in that gaze, beckoning me to him, tempting me into temptation.

He was all smooth on the surface—anyone looking at him could see that—but I had a feeling he was full of jagged edges beneath his exterior. And I wanted him to cut me open. I knew without a doubt I’d happily bleed for him.

I was hooked on a customer, which was usually a big no-no of mine. In fact, it was my number one rule. But I couldn’t fucking stay away from him. I knew I’d never be able to.

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