Chapter 5
Rebeckha
I was so nervous to approach the subject and bring up my apprehension to hear much about Malcolm’s dancing. I was hesitant to give my speech for starting something – hell, anything – with Malcolm, but I knew in order for me to not constantly flip out and go green-eyed monster on him that it was for the best. It’s not that I don’t want to know him, because I do. But I just need to adjust to this new part of him that I know about. He didn’t allude to being a stripper – I mean, dancer – in any texts or random conversations that we’d had. I practiced the speech throughout the day and when the time came to give it, I almost failed and asked him how his night went. I know that’s not exactly fair to ask of him, to not talk to me about something in his life, but I need to warm up to the idea of him taking off his clothes for women. Granted, a few nights ago, one of those women was me. He was adamant that he wants me to know all of him.
I will get there.
I’m unclear about how to navigate whatever this is between us, but considering that kissing him was a near-orgasmic experience, and considering I basically haven’t stopped thinking about him since the day he hurt Boxy and have thought about him even more since I watched him dance at the theater where he takes off his clothes, for other women, women who aren’t me, I am determined to make a go of this, whatever this is.
I have no right to be jealous. Plus, he’s explained to me the reasoning he dances. He isn’t in it for the women, he made that point clear. He wants me, that much is evident. He’s been persistent since day one, and he hasn’t backed down when I’ve denied him. It’s a miracle that I kept turning him down and he kept at it and didn’t give up. But now, here we are, and I’m taking a step into the unknown.
He’s currently in the kitchen rummaging through my fridge and freezer. There’s no telling what he’s looking for, but there are two glasses on the counter filled with ice. He’s dressed comfortably in a V-neck t-shirt, a backwards hat and dark blue Adidas striped pants and flip flops.
Even his feet are sexy!
He finds canned sliced pineapples in my pantry and vodka in my freezer. He smiles as he catches me watching him and then pulls a can of Sprite from his pocket like it’s a normal thing. I tilt my head in question and he just shrugs.
Why the fuck does he have a Sprite in his pocket?
“I didn’t want to risk that you didn’t have any to make my signature drink,” he says, mixing his drink.
“But you took the chances of me having pineapple slices and vodka?”
“That was a risk that I willing to take, at least we would have had the Sprite.”
“So, do you bartend as well?” I ask.
“No, but one of the bartenders has taught me a thing or two over the years.” He looks up at me and smirks.
I stand beside him as he hands me the concoction. I take a tentative sip and, with pleasure, I take an even bigger one as my taste buds tell me how happy they are.
“Slow down there, Sally! There’s a lot of vodka in there.” He tries to take the drink from my hand but I turn my body away too quickly for him to grab it.
“It doesn’t taste like there’s any alcohol in here,” I say, looking into the cup.
“That’s the magic of a good drink, it’s bound to fuck you up, and guaranteed to have you on your ass by the end of the night if you drink more than a few.”
“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mal?” I ask, tilting my head playfully.
“I would like to think that I don’t need to get you drunk for you to hang out with me,” he says confidently.
I smile at him and motion to go sit down on the couch. I sit with my knees folded towards him. His arm goes over the back of the couch and the other fists his drink.
“So this thing?” he starts. “Are we doing this?”
“Why not? I mean, how many people can say that they met when one hit the other’s car?”
“Do you have any other ground rules we should tackle? I’d like to get that stuff out of the way sooner rather than later.” he asks tentatively.
“I guess ground rules was the wrong term. I would maybe just call it pausing on some details. Does that bother you?”
“I’m not thrilled about it, because it’s a part of my life, and those guys are some of my best friends, but I can understand, I think.”
“I just ask that you let me get used to the guy I’m dating being a stripper.”
“Dancer.”
“Yeah, that.”
“By pretending it’s not something that I do?” he asks calmly.
“Okay, how about this. I amend my pause and how about I don’t want to hear about the other women aspect.”
“Oh, Peach, I can promise you that,” he says, his voice lowering as he places his drink on the coffee table. “Especially because there are no other women. You are the only one and will be the only one as long as you keep me around.”
I nod, warming at the thought as his hand brushes my shoulder. I hold my breath as it rests on my cheek and caresses me softly. I lean into his touch and my eyes begin to close as he leans forward. He runs his nose against my other cheek on a path to my lips. I part my lips as his touch mine and I feel the tip of his tongue seeking entrance.
Our heads tilt opposite of one another, his hands roam down my arms to my knees, and I scoot closer to him. I’d rather get on his lap, but I’m not sure what his intentions are tonight, and I don’t want to look too eager.
Am I eager? Fuck, yes!
Should I be ashamed that I’ve been fantasizing about riding him like a mechanical bull? Absolutely not!
I can’t remember the last time I saw a cock in the flesh. I mean, I’ve watched plenty of porn, which helps give me the visuals to get off, but by the feel of the metal in his pants as I lower myself onto his lap, I know that I am in for a good time.
I take the initiative and say fuck society’s norm, it’s the twenty-first century and screw that I let him make the first move. He’s kissing me, and he started that. I break the kiss and, as he gives me a questioning look, I swing my leg over his lap and straddle him. It’s almost identical to the way we sat the other night, but instead of hovering over his lap, I sit myself down on him. He groans loudly at the contact and his hands fly to my hips. His eyes darken and he closes in.
“You don’t want to start that,” he growls against my lips.
“Why not?” I ask breathlessly, struggling with the hard length underneath me, wanting to move my hips against him.
“Because I might not have it in me to stop us from going too fast tonight.” He pulls back and places a small distance between us so he can look me in the eyes.
“I think four weeks of foreplay means that we’ve already been taking this slow.”
He growls, grabs my jaw, pulls me into him and fiercely kisses me.
We’re frantic and it’s as if my words unleashed a beast that I have yet to see.
Hands firmly pressing, hips grinding, breaths panting.
“Fuck! I wanted to take my time with you, but I don’t think I can,” he says against my lips.
“Don’t hold back,” I moan softly, enjoying the metal pipe in his pants as I continue to move my hips. The thin shorts I’m wearing aid me in feeling all of him since he’s wearing sweatpants. Since I am feeling all of him, I’m almost blushing. His hands are roughly running along my back and settling onto the globes of my ass as he guides me across his lap back and forth.
It’s very possible that I could come just from the friction. A part of me wants that quick release, while the other part of me wants to prolong this and ride him hard, put him out to dry and leave him panting.
Malcolm
It’s been four months, twenty days, and several hours since the last time I fucked someone.
I have no particular reason for the dry spell other than focusing on my career goals over getting laid. I’ve been working hard to make sure I have all my finances ready for when I meet with the banks in a few weeks. That’s my best and only explanation.
Now I have Rebeckha on my lap, grinding against my cock, ready to burst herself as I’m trying to not cum in my pants like a teenager. She told me to not hold back, but I can’t go completely caveman on her when we just started … dating.
Dating.
It’s a strange word.
I didn’t know that when one is an adult that he “dates.” I thought it was always just hooking up and since I haven’t dated in years, I’m not sure how this whole thing works. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about it while I have a beautiful woman giving me a full contact lap dance.
I pull back from her, push back the hair that has fallen into her face and kiss her lips tenderly. She reaches in between us, crosses her arms to grab the hem of her shirt, then leans back and pulls it over her head, baring her perky breasts to me.
I’m in awe as her nipples harden the longer that I stare at them. My hand runs up the length of her body. I look to her for approval and when I see the small nod, my hands cover her breasts and my mouth goes to the one closest to my face. She arches her back slightly, pushing her breast further into me. I nip at the peak as I pull away.
“Room?” I request.
She nods her head towards to the hallway. I wrap her arms around my neck and stand, lifting her by her ass. Her legs tighten around my waist and she giggles into my neck while peppering open-mouthed kisses along the span of my skin as I quickly stride down the hallway to what I’m hoping is her bedroom. I don’t bother with the light as I set her down gently on the bed, and then inch her up towards the headboard. I do my best to not place all my weight on her so I’m hovering over her as I strategically remove my shoes and keep kissing her at the same time. I hold myself up and then finally let my lower half graze against her before I hold myself up again and pull my shirt off.
Total stripper move.
“You must work out,” she breathes.
I chuckle lightly and then begin my assault on her mouth, as she removes her shorts with one hand.
If kissing her is heavenly, I can only imagine what fucking her would be like.
Just as I think that, Rebeckha’s hands go to my waistband and she starts to tug down.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“More than.”
She’s wearing maroon lace knickers and nothing else. I lick my lips and take a moment to appreciate the view as I lean back on my knees between her legs. I grab my cock and stroke from the base to tip, squeezing the tip until it’s purple and angry while she watches my hand work up and down my cock. My body is buzzing with awareness of the heat radiating off of hers as I look at the wet spot on her knickers at the apex of her body.
I’m not sure if I can take my time with her. I’ve thought about this moment with her since I first laid eyes on her perfect peach of a behind. I lean in and rub myself against her grundies. She pushes her hips up to meet mine.
“Condom?” I ask roughly.
She reaches over to her bedside table, her thigh brushing against me and sending a chill up my spine and goosebumps along my body. She turns back over and hands me a row with a smile.
I sit up on my knees and, with a glimmer in my eyes, I playfully tear the wrapper open with my teeth and sheathe myself quickly. Her eyes follow my every movement while her body moves swiftly to remove her grundies. Now I can see the pink skin and wetness that was hiding under the cloth. I lick my lips and lean my body into hers, nudging her folds just slightly as I press my hips into her. My tip becomes enveloped in her tightness as it makes its way through her channel. My hips thrust slowly as I kiss her, my tongue searching her velvety mouth as I bury my cock deep inside her warmth. She gasps into the kiss and I stop my movements to allow her to adjust to my size. I kiss her slowly, and as her arms come to rest around my neck, I begin moving again. I push into her and her hips meet mine. My cock slides in and out with ease using her natural lubricants even though her tight channel is pushing against my push. She moans loudly in my ear causing me to pick up speed, hoping to hear that amazing sound again. When she moans again, I slow my thrusts and begin to pull her up as I sit back so she can ride me.
My hands are on both globes of her ass as she uses her legs to push up and down on me. Her hands are on my chest, her nails digging in. I use her ass to help her lift off and on me, at the same time squeezing her against me as she does. It feels so fucking good, I could come just like this.
I stave off the sensation of my impending orgasm to make sure that she comes first, which doesn’t look like it will be a problem. Her clit is rubbing against my cock and her movements are getting faster and more erratic. Her jaw has gone slack and her glassy gaze is locked on mine as I feel her walls pulse. She slows down a bit, suddenly regains her coordination as she strokes my dick with her pussy, then throws her head back as the most amazing sounds erupt from her body. She slows her assault, while her pussy still squeezes me as I determine that I can’t hold off any longer. Now, I’m on a mission. My hands move from her ass to her hips as I grit my teeth and move her body perfectly for my own release. Her hands go to my forearms as I begin to feel the tingling at the base of my spine. I pull her up and down three more times and then I am shooting my load into the condom.
My vision blacks out, my breath is stolen.
“Fuck!” I expelle under my breath after several moments.
She leans down, grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“Thank you?”
“I haven’t had sex that amazing in like…ever!” she smiles shyly.
“Baby, there’s so much more to come. That was just a snack; you haven’t had the full kitchen yet.”