I rushed home after my shift, stopping off at the drug store to pick up a box of condoms and a bottle of Jameson. This was the first time I had ever invited one of my customers to come home with me and I was going to need a little liquid courage. Bursting through my apartment door the heat from the hot summer night hit me like a brick wall. “Fucking landlord.” I cursed, realizing that lazy ass landlord of mine had found yet another excuse not to fix the AC in the building. I quickly ran around my four hundred square foot apartment opening all the windows and turning on the fan by my bed, trying to cool it off before James arrived.
I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower to rinse off the sweat and glitter from my long night at the club. I could feel my excitement and nerves about James coming over beginning to take me over. I had always made it a rule to NEVER fuck the clientele from the club, especially in the private VIP rooms. I was stripping for the thrill and the money was good. I was making more at the club working three nights a week than I was teaching art classes five days a week. The girls at the club who did the behind the door jobs for their clients were making four times what I was. But I had my standards, I’m not a whore who fucks for money. Don’t get me wrong I fucking love sex but I want it to be with someone I have a connection with. James definitely fit the bill.
I remember the night I first met James so clearly. It was my first night on the main stage and I was so fucking nervous. I scanned the crowd trying to find someone to focus my attention on and that’s when I spotted him. He was sitting in a booth just right of the stage, his dark gaze locking me in immediately. Once the music started all my fears faded away because I was dancing for him and the way he looked at me made me feel so god damn sexy. After my routine one of the bouncer came up to me telling me I had a request for a private dance in one of the VIP rooms. I was about to decline when he pointed over to my mystery man. James was different from the other heathens that would try and grab at me during their private dances. He was a gentleman, which at first caught me off guard since he looked like a roughneck biker.
After that first night James came back every Friday night, promptly at ten when my shift started and he was always my last dance of the night. I felt an instant connection with James, something that I hadn’t felt with anyone in such a long time. Which is probably why I let him finger fuck me tonight in the VIP room and why I told him to meet me back at my place.
I turned off the water and quickly dried off. I dried my hair and refreshed my makeup, then slipped on a lacy blue thong and white razor back tank. Stepping out to the kitchen I noticed the time, James was going to be here in less than ten minutes and that’s when the butterflies really started to go fucking nuts in my stomach. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, taking a few sips while nervously I paced my apartment.
My heart almost leaped out of my chest when I heard the knock on the door. I polished off my drink, taking a deep calming breath before opening the door. His long dirty blond hair was pulled back and he was dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt and his panty dropping smile hitting me directly between my legs. The moment he saw me he pulled me into his arms, kissing me deep and hard. Everything about him was rough, his mouth, the flecks of stubble on his chin and his hands and the way they kneading ass as we kissed. When we finally came up for air we were both breathless and panting.
“God I’ve been waiting a long fucking time to do that.” He softly groaned, kissing me again.
He had barely touched me and I was already incredibly wet. If he could do that just from a kiss God help me when he actually starts fucking me. “Care for a drink?” I asked needed to spinning head calm down. He nodded d followed me into the kitchen. His arms snaked around my waist as I poured our drinks. The seam of his zipper was perfectly aligned along my ass and I could already feel him getting hard.
“Why is it so fuckin hot in here?” He asked, slipping a hand under my shirt. His fingers softly circling along my stomach, causing my entire body to shudder.
“My landlord is a lazy asshole and it taking his sweet ass time to fix the air conditioning.” I softly moaned, as his hand drifted up to my breasts. His rough callused hands feeling so fucking good.
“You look like you could use a cool down.” He left one arm around me while the other grabbed the bucket of ice from the counter. He whispered for me to bring the bottle of whiskey then he walked us over to my bed. He set the bucket down on the nightstand then grabbed the bottle of whiskey from my hand, taking a swig before setting it next to the ice bucket. He slid his fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to his lips. Kissing me again, his tongue like velvet against mine. He grabbed the hem of my tank top, pulling it up over my head. “You have a hot fuckin body.” He growled “Lay down on the bed.”
I did as I was told and laid back on the bed, my body already humming with excitement. James grabbed a piece of ice then joined me on the bed. He started with my lips, running the cube along my lips then down my neck. The coldness against my hot skin forcing a breathy to escape from my lips. He slid the ice over my nipple, working it into a stiff little peak. He let the cube run down my belly. running his hands up and down my body, rubbing the cool water into my hot skin.
He grabbed the bottle of Jameson “open your mouth.” He took a swig then leaned over pouring a little of the cool liquor into my mouth. Licking up the bead of whiskey that was running down my chin. He took another swig giving me another shot before he moved down the bed, settling between my legs. He poured a little of the whiskey into my belly button. I tried to stay still as he sucked and licked up the liquid. “Sorry I’m ticklish.” I giggled.
“I can see that.” He winked up at me then set the bottle down and grabbed another piece of ice, letting it melt down along my thigh and rubbing the water into my skin. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of my thong and slowly slid it off and slipped them into his pocket for what I assumed was a memento of our night together. Taking a piece of ice between his fingers he circled it over my clit, watching it melt.
“Fuckkkk that feels good.” I moaned, wrapping my hands around James’ head. Spreading my legs wider as he reached for another ice cube, running it along my opening before using his finger to push it inside me and swirling it around. My body arched off the bed, hands clawing at the sheets. “God damn, James.” I screamed, not caring if the neighbors could hear me.
James grinned up at me as he continued his bittersweet torture, Alternating the ice with his mouth. God the things this man could do with his tongue should be illegal.
“You taste so god damn good.” He roared, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring stream all over my pussy, licking and sucking up the liquor. He sucked my throbbing aching bud into his mouth, pulling and biting at it.
My head began to spin, body writhing against his mouth. He almost set me off like a fucking rocket when he pushed three fingers inside me, pounding them in and out of my slick cunt. Twisting them around until finding my sweet spot.
“Make me come, James. Make me fucking come.” I whimpered.
James flashed me a sexy wink before diving back into my pussy, sucking harder on my throbbing clit while curling his fingers inside me. Changing his rhythm working his fingers up and down, until finally making me come hard. I laid breathless and sated, my body humming with pleasure. I will never be able to look at ice or Jameson without getting turned on. James crawled over me, trailing feather light kisses up along my sweat laced body.
“Do you have any condoms?”
“In the nightstand.”
James stood up and pulled off his shirt and his pants. I knew he had an incredible bed but now that he was standing before me half naked I could see every chiseled, finely toned muscle of his God like body. His erection sprang free from his boxers. I sucked my lip between my teeth when I saw how big and thick he was. I knew his was a big boy but damn he was even bigger than I had imagined. He opened the drawer and pulled out the fresh box of condoms, tearing it open and pulling out one of the foil packets.
“Let me.” I said grabbing the foil packet from his hand and ripped it open. She sat up putting the condom into my mouth then bend down and slowly worked the condom over his hard length, gently sucking it as I pulled away.
“Such a fuckin dirty girl.” He slid his hand through my hair, pulling my head back. “Gonna put that mouth to good use later, but for now get on all fours.”
I turned around getting on my knees and shimming her ass for James. He was definitely proving to be a lot of fun. Without warning he grabs my hips filling me in one giant thrust, crying out in unison as he stretches me open. “Fuck you’re tight,” grunting as he begins to pound into me.
His thickness thrusting deep inside me was fucking mind blowing compared to his fingers and his tongue. I push back against James, meeting his every thrust. His hand rears back, slamming down on ass. My body purring in ecstasy. “Again but harder.” I demanded.
“So fuckin dirty.” He roars, smacking my ass again this time leave a red hand print.
“Fuck yes.” I screamed as his hand came down again and again. I had almost forgotten how much fun rough sex was. I fucking loved that James wasn’t afraid to to push me to the edge.
James reached his hand up, wrapping my hair around his hand and pulled my head back hard as he pounded relentlessly into me. I smiled to myself, knowing I would be feeling James for days after tonight.
He pulls me up against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me. One hand cupping my breast while the other slid between my legs, fingers roughly circling my clit. “This is mine now, Lucky.” He voice was dark and laced with sex. Little did he know my body was his from the moment we locked eyes in the club.
“I’m all yours, baby.” I whimpered, feeling myself coming undone from his words.
James moved his hand up to my neck, gently squeezing as his mouth sucked and nipped at my delicate flesh. Pleasure washing over me again and again as James worked himself to the brink coming with a roar.
James collapses onto the bed, pulling me down with me. We laid their quiet for a moment, catching our breath. The sweat beading down our bodies. “That was fucking amazing.” I purred, finally braking the silence. It was no lie that was the best fuck I’d had since moving to Seattle.
“That was a mighty fine fuck, Lucky.” He kissed the top of my head, hands running up and down my back. “I’m serious about what I said Lucky. The moment I saw you at the club I knew I had to make you mine.”
I sat up for a moment, looking into his eyes I could see how serious he was. I had always been the strong independent girl never relying on a man to take care of me, but there was something about James that made me want to try. “You have to know I’m pig headed and I will want to push back. I’m not use to letting a man take care of me.”
“That I had figured out and that’s what I like most about you Lucky and I would never want to change that. But I can’t bare the thought of sharing you with anyone else.”
“I don’t want to be with anyone else James. I’ve wanted you since that night we met. You’re the only one I give private dances at the club. I want to be with you but I have to know you won’t try to keep me from working at the club. I went through the whole jealous boyfriend crap with my ex and I can’t do that again.” I sighed.
“I would never do that to you Lucky. I would never stop you from doing something that you love. All I want is for you to come home with me at night.” He cupped my face in his hand, softly stroking my cheek with his thumb.
“That I can definitely do, especially if it means more nights of hot sex.” I leaned in, kissing him. “And now that we are together we can have even more fun in the VIP room.”
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