I buried my face in her, running my tongue up the hot slit I’d been touching. The metallic tang of what I’d left inside her sent a jolt through me, and I delved deeper into her, looking for more.
She rocked against my face, which I moved from side to side, nestling deeper into her still. Her fingers moved to her piercing, rubbing that bottom ball against her clit as her thighs squeezed, hips bucking. And when I hummed long and deep, she came against my tongue with a warm rush and a pulsing flex. With her thighs clamped around my ears, I couldn’t hear anything but her distant moaning, and I slowed, kissing her swollen, tender clit gently.
Her body relaxed, and I lowered her back to the bed, my biceps on fire.
Worth it.
Her cheeks were pink as she pulled herself up to sit and got on her knees to climbed onto my lap, not stopping until our lips were a seam and her arms were around my neck.
When she broke the kiss, she smiled wickedly and backed away, ending up on all fours in front of me.
“Get up on your knees,” she ordered.
I did, my heart banging, my cock throbbing when she licked her lips and crawled to me.
Her hand found my base, and her lips opened, tongue extending to guide my head into her hot, wet mouth.
I slipped my fingers into her hair, tugging off the headband so I could see her eyes as she looked up at me, her body a wave as she took the length of me into her mouth.
She moaned.
I hissed.
Her eyelashes fluttered closed, and she got to work, chains swaying from the curve of her waist and hips, and my eyes traced every line from the tip of her nose to her heart-shaped ass.
Heaven existed inside Penny’s mouth.
My hips moved on their own, and she matched my rhythm, her hands on the bed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her on all fours with my cock in her mouth, and too soon, I was close.
I pulsed in her mouth, my hand in her hair clenching in warning, and she backed away, letting me go with a pop.
My heart beat so hard it hurt, my breath burning my lungs as she stretched out on the bed and motioned for me to follow, her hands reaching for my aching cock. I crawled up her body, and she took me in her hands.
“Get up,” she whispered.
I straddled her waist, leaning over to brace myself on the wall. Her hair was fanned out all over the pillow, her eyes hot as she gripped me with both hands and stroked.
I was still so wet from her mouth. Her hands, gentle and firm, pumped and stroked, and my pulse raced. My hips sped. And when I came, my heart stopped from the act, from the sight of Penny, eyes closed and neck outstretched, hands around me, angling me to come in hot bursts all over her tattooed breasts, her collarbone, her neck, the chains.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Penny,” I whispered, the words ragged, my brain on fire and body burning from her touch.
She opened her eyes and smiled, and I fought the urge to ask her if I could keep her forever.
11
WAIT, WHAT?
Penny
Things I would never in my life forget: the sight of Ramona wearing a penis crown and a greasy, gyrating bohunk in her lap, who held onto his cowboy hat and humped her to the tune of “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy).”
I was possibly going to die from laughing, and I had definitely snuck a photo.
Veronica and I were chanting, Mona, Mona, as we threw money on the stage, which was ridiculous since we’d already paid to have her pulled onstage for public humiliation.
When the song ended, we all cheered, and the banana-hammocked stripper offered a hand to help her stand and guided her to the stage stairs with a kiss on the cheek. She curtsied as she walked toward our group.
The night had been a good one — heels were high, laughs were from the belly, and the drinks were cold and ample.
Ramona was tanked.
All was as it should be.
We took our seats at the edge of the men’s stage, and I reached over to straighten Ramona’s tiny veil with bobbling dicks on springs around the tiara.
She smiled at me, her eyes glossy and wet. “I love you, Penny.”
“I love you too,” I said on a laugh. “Need another drink?”
She nodded, grinning now. “Jameson on the rocks.”
“I know what you drink, pumpkin.” I booped her nose.
“You always take care of me, even when I’m a drunk bitch,” she said, motioning to herself.
“Well, you take care of me literally all the rest of the time, so we’re even. I’m the lucky one. And I pay you back in the form of humping cowboys and Jameson!”
Ramona giggled. “He was so hot. But not as hot as Shep.” She sighed. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”
“Well, for starters, you’re a fucking catch.”
“So are you. And now you got caught by Bodie the fisherman with his giant pole.” She pretended to cast a fishing line from her crotch.
I cackled, only a little freaked out by the thought. “You are so drunk. Let me get you even more drunker.”
“More drunker!” she crowed.
I flagged our waitress, who had on the most epic studded bra, thong, and garter set I’d ever seen. Like, so epic that I’d asked her where she got it and maybe bought it on my phone.
Once I was settled back in my seat, the music changed as a new stripper came out dressed like a B-Boy. The song was by Machinedrum and totally obscure, which caught my ear and my eye. It was a sexy dubstep song I had on one of my playlists, and he immediately won points for originality.
He was hot as fuck, gliding across the stage, popping and locking in the sexiest striptease known to woman.
I sat at the edge of my seat, hands in the air as I danced in place, excitedly singing the words.
B-Boy Johnny locked onto me with his lip between his teeth. He made his way across the stage to stop right in front of me and pulled off his shirt, rolling his body as he tossed it.
And just like that, he was planking on the edge of the stage with his feet in the air and his face inches from mine.
I laughed and sang the words to him, hoping he was harmless and/or gay. He spun away and danced some more, but he kept coming back to me like I was the center point of the universe, like the dance was for me.
I didn’t even have any dollars for him; I’d given them all to Ramona.
This fact did not deter him.
A few minutes in, I felt a little squirmy — he was definitely not harmless or gay — so I turned to Ramona to give her all my attention, hoping he would get the hint. Instead of ignoring me like I wanted, he flipped off the stage and landed right in front of me, dancing in my direction until he had me pushed all the way back in my seat and was straddling me. So I let the man give me a lap dance like a good girl, slipping a couple of bucks someone had shoved in my hand into the waist of his pants.
I mean, the guy had to eat, right?
He spent the final two minutes of the song in my lap, taking my hand to run it down his chiseled chest and abs, and we laughed at the brilliant awkwardness of it all.