This right here was what I loved about dancing. I could forget everything about the outside world and just live in the moment, rejoicing in my body. My blood sang hot with the music's beat. I was falling under my own spell—all the good parts of working at the club, with none of the bad. And it was time to start my routine's main attraction.
Still rocking my hips to the beat, I gradually turned around, hugging myself. My hands slid up the curve of my waist and stopped at my bra's clasp. One by one, I undid the tiny hooks, until the bra hung only by its straps. I paused to let them slide from my shoulders. Finally, with a coy glance over my shoulder, I tossed the bra into the corner of the room. By the time I completed my excruciatingly slow turn, I was topless—but I kept my hands covering my breasts.
Grey's tongue snuck out to wet his lower lip. I wasn't sure if he realized he'd done it, but the thought of him losing even that small amount of control just excited me more.
“You fucking tease,” he groaned.
I giggled. “That's generally the idea of a striptease, soldier. You want to see?”
“Jesus, who wouldn't?”
With a smirk, I replied, “Flattery will get you everywhere,” and I slowly let my hands drop.
This time Grey made a show of licking his lips. I remembered how good his mouth had felt on my breasts before, and the tension between my thighs curled tighter. God, I was sopping wet already. And he could probably tell, with how skimpy this thong was...no, no, don't think about that yet. I still wanted to finish the foreplay I'd planned. The time to rip off his pants and free that monster of an erection would come soon enough.
I turned around and ground my ass into his lap. I knew how much he liked my ass—and avoiding looking at his handsome face and sexy, rippling muscles would help me control myself. But I could still feel his huge, straining bulge. I could hear him, too, and his husky groan shot white-hot sparks straight to my clit. Damn, maybe I couldn't wait after all.
Getting close to him again, I murmured into his ear, “You ever wonder what happens in the champagne room?” I was totally bluffing, I didn’t know either.
“I take it you're going to show me,” he replied. I shivered at the rough note in his voice, he was just barely restraining himself.
Kneeling on the bed to straddle his toned thighs, I ran my hands up my stomach and over my breasts. My nipples were already so stiff, even that slight touch zinged through me. I pinched them and ground against his bulge just to hear him moan again. If he hadn't been able to tell how wet I was before, he sure as hell knew now. Then I reached between my legs and unzipped his fly. His cock sprang out, hard as steel, its head glistening. I ran my thumb through the slick wetness of his excitement. I could feel our pulses throbbing together where my clit touched his hot shaft.
“Finley...” he groaned.
The desperation in his voice made me look up—and then I was lost forever. His eyes grabbed mine, holding them fast as he said, “You’re so beautiful. Perfect inside and out.”
It was such a serious, honest declaration, so heavy with longing, that it knocked me breathless, leaving me flushed and dizzy. “Grey...”
“And now that you’re mine I'm going to worship you.”
My heart quickened at the raw need in his voice. What drove him was so much more than simple lust. His whole being, body and soul, was focused on me. This was going to be the ride of my life—and I couldn't wait a single second longer.
I fumbled to grab a condom from his nightstand drawer and roll it on, as we decided together that we better start using those, at least for now. Then I yanked aside the crotch of my panties and sank down onto his thick cock, groaning aloud at the burning stretch, the sensation of fullness that promised so much pleasure. Fuck, how had I survived without this for two whole years? With a growl of triumph, Grey flipped us over and drove into me. I kissed him hard to let his mouth muffle my greedy cries.
We made fierce love—not impersonal screwing, but not slow and sweet, either. We had denied ourselves too long for that. We were starving, and we wolfed down our fill of each other. His hips pistoned faster as I urged him on with mewling moans, overwhelmed yet still needing more. Each thrust hit deep and hard enough to make my head spin. The fiery pleasure built higher, hotter...Then suddenly flared, flooding heat from my core all through my body. My eyes flew open in shock as I trembled and spasmed around him. I'd never come so easily before. Yet here I was, exploding like a supernova without a direct touch on my clit. And the tension immediately began to wind up again. Jesus, what's this man done to me?
Greyson was searing hot and achingly tender all at once. His long, thick cock rubbed sensitive spots I didn't even know I owned. He knew what I needed without my having to ask, and he gave it to me without expecting anything in return. Just one meaningful glance from him could make filthy thoughts rush into my head. And I felt so safe around Grey. I knew he would never judge me or put his desires before mine. I could let myself go, fully and completely, and trust him to catch me.