Jacks

I was watching one of the monitors in my office when the group of women came in, got drinks at the bar, and then sat down at one of the back tables. One woman in particular peaks my interest and sparks my fire. My hands curled into fists and I started sweating.

What is Cam doing here? I wonder while rolling up my sleeves.

I’m normally a calm guy, but as soon as I see her, my blood begins to boil, not in anger, but in lust. It’s not that I’m mad at her, I’m mad at myself, because I’m trying to not want her. But I can’t help it and that’s soon to change.

I look at the monitors again. She and her friends are laughing. My hand and my cock twitch simultaneously. To quell my thoughts, I take action; I approach her. I have to let her know her presence here won’t be ignored.

When she makes a comment about someone giving her a lap dance, I almost lose my mind. Actually, I lose control enough that I push her against the wall and taste her skin. I can’t help myself.

I feel the quickening of her heart and smell her arousal. I almost push my body against her so she can feel the effect she has on me. Despite all the bare flesh in this building, my hardness is just for her. Somehow, in that moment, I refrain from taking it farther.

Fuck.

I order all the evening’s dancers to steer clear of her and they oblige without any question. If she wants a fucking lap dance, then I’ll give her a fucking lap dance.

* * *

The drive home is silent. I take a few glances at her profile, and I can sense the nervousness radiating off of her. I finally break the silence as we approach my garage.

“Your car?” I question. She usually drives to work.

“Over there.” She points across the street. “I took an Uber to work because I knew I was going out after my shift.”

I nod, pleased that she thought ahead.

We vacate the car and walk into the house.

How do I play this?

Do we go our separate ways?

No. This is happening, no more ignoring what I want in worry of what her brother, my best mate will think. She’s right, she makes her decisions.

“I want you to go and sit in the living room. Not on the couch, but on one of the single chairs against the wall. Pull it to the middle of the room. Wait for me there and I’ll be right back,” I instruct.

She looks at in me in confusion, yet doesn’t say a word and turns on her heel and heads in the direction of the living room. I watch the sway of her hips as she walks away and smile.

I adjust my erection and head to my bedroom where I change out of my suit and into a pair of track pants and a thin t-shirt. I pull a tie from the tie rack in the closet and make my way back to where Cam is sitting. She’s done as I instructed, and I smile at her, grateful that she followed my directions regardless of her attitude or not knowing what is in store for her.

It pleases me.

I observe her from behind before getting close to her. She is sitting still in the chair and her breathing is deep. Her long blonde hair is swept to one side, showcasing the very neck I tasted earlier tonight. I lick my lips and fight the urge to run my tongue there again at this very moment.

I move around her with the tie dangling from my fingers. Her eyes assess me from head to toe and linger on my hand. Her mouth opens slightly at the sight.

“I’m done ignoring what I want to do with you,” I say quietly.

She opens her mouth to respond and I put my finger to her lips indicating I want silence.

I move behind her and blindfold her with the tie. Goosebumps rise on her skin at my light touch. When I’ve fastened the tie securely, I take a step back and admire the sight in front of me.

She’s beautiful.

Her chest rises and falls quickly as her breathing speeds up, her lips fall open, and goosebumps pop up across all her bare skin. I grab the remote to my sound system and select for Bluetooth to pick up a playlist on my phone. It’s the same playlist from practice with the guys. I select the song I hope will make her tremble.

She’s wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and a short pleated skirt that reaches her knees when standing, mid-thigh when sitting. I press play and JT’s song “Filthy” begins playing through the speakers. I take her hands from her lap, intertwine my fingers with hers, and move our hands to her knees to open her legs.

“Just feel me,” I whisper.

She sucks in breath at the contact.

I run my fingertips along every span of her skin. It’s summertime and she’s dressed for it, so that’s a lot of skin. After several minutes exploring her body with my hands, I trail both hands up her arms to her neck. My right hand cradles her head as I reach up and pull off the blindfold.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” I tell her as our eyes lock.

Following the beat of the music, I roll my body along her front. I place one of my knees in between her legs, and then I move out and run my palms across the top of her thighs and then inside her thighs, brushing my fingertips lightly against the edge of her knickers.

Her eyes are heated as she lets out a shaky breath. I pull my hand away and close her legs, before settling myself over her lap and grinding against her. I turn around and hover over her lap, then grab her hands and run them across my chest. After rotating again to face her, I place her hands on me. She runs her hands down my chest towards the bottom of the shirt I’m wearing.

“Take off my shirt.” I instruct her.

Grasping the hem, she slowly pulls it up while I gyrate my hips in a circle over her lap. Once the shirt is off, she drops it to the floor and I stand and turn, returning to her lap with my back against her front.

I pull her arms around me and run her hands over my abs and my pecs. Taking one of her hands, I pull it toward my strained cock. When I breach my waistband with her hand in mine, I feel her pull away slightly. I keep hold of her hand and shove it further into my pants. I’m wearing boxer briefs – hardly the g-string I used to do this in. She grips my cock with my hand still covering hers. Her breath hitches. I slowly thrust against her hand a few times and then pull her hand back out, dragging it across my stomach.

I turn to face her, stepping back and I catch her eyes, then drop to my knees and crawl the small distance to her. With my hands on her knees, I close her legs, lean up slightly and slowly roll back down then open her legs before I lean in and rub my face up her body from her pussy to her breasts, keeping my hands on her shoulders. I push back, turn around, and somersault, landing with my pelvis in her lap. Then I thrust a few times, rub my cock against her, and flip back over.

I spin on my knees and face her. I reach for her chair and drag it across the space to me and pull myself up, then reach down and pull her to a standing position.

She lets me maneuver her body with ease. I place her arms around my back, then move her hands to my ass. I flex my glutes and roll my hips into hers, not giving a shit if she feels how hard I am for her. Then, finally, when I can’t restrain myself any longer, my hands go to her face and I kiss her. The kiss is tentative at first, to make sure it’s wanted. When her hands leave my ass and run along my sides and she opens her mouth to me, I dive in.

The kiss is wild and ravenous. Our hands are everywhere and we both moan as I shuffle her back towards the couch. I sit down and she straddles me, which lands her directly over my straining cock.

Fuck. I can feel her heat. Thank god for skirts, I think to myself, as my hands grip her hips and drag her body against me roughly. She throws her head back as her covered pussy makes contact with the steel inside my pants.

“No one gives you lap dances. No one but me,” I grit out.

My balls are aching for release. I’ve had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that I’m doing everything I can not to pin her down and root her. For weeks I’ve forced myself to not give in to my attraction to Cameron. But tonight, I’m done resisting. I’m not sure if it was the thought of someone else touching her, grinding against her, but I know I need to let go of my bullshit fear. If the pull between Cam and me is this strong, Mal will have to approve. We’re all adults, so I say fuck all and let’s get on with it.

She nods her head, her eyes meeting mine, and leans in to kiss me again. I growl out of instinct and grab onto her to lift her up as I stand. She wraps her legs around me as I move through the house, down the hallway and towards my bedroom.

She feels lovely underneath me, I think to myself as I claim her lips and push my tongue in to dance with hers. Her breathing is erratic and suddenly my mind catches up with my body and I pull myself off of her.

Her lips are swollen from the frantic kisses as she tries to pull me back down to her.

“I can’t,” I say. I’m out of breath as I shake my head.

“The fuck you can’t,” she says.

“No, Cam. I can’t. You’ve been drinking. I cannot take advantage of you like this.” I push up and off the bed. “Fuck!” I yell out, fisting my hands in my hair, trying to quell the anger I have with myself and to calm my fucking cock down. He’s not getting the fucking message.

“C’mon, Jacks, you know my answer to you is the same, whether I’m sober or a little intoxicated.” She pushes up and leans on her elbows.

“I know, but in here” —I point to my temple— “in here, I can’t. It's just that simple.”

“This is a fucking tease, Jacks. You can’t just take me out of the fucking club after demanding that no one come near me, work me into a hormonal frenzy, only to have your damn come to Jesus moment and barrel back out of this. We’re going to finish what we started, what we should have been doing all along,” she demands.

“Cam,” I say, turning and meeting her gaze. It’s filled with so many emotions: lust, anger, passion…

“Don’t Cam me. I want you, Jacks.”

“If you still feel this way in the morning, I’ll be glad to fuck you. But I’m not fucking you when you’ve been drinking.”

“Again,” she adds.

“Again. I’m not fucking you again,” I enunciate slowly, “until you haven’t been drinking.”

“My answer will be the same as if you were to fuck me now,” she says defiantly.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here. Don’t crucify me for it,” I beg. I advance on her, bend down, pull her face to mine and kiss her passionately. “Get some sleep.” I retreat into the bathroom joined to my bedroom. I need a cold shower and a jerk session if I’m ever going to sleep tonight.

If she’s still willing in the morning, after I denied her tonight, then I’ll do as she asked and fuck her. I don’t want the decision to have sex to be alcohol induced like the first time, I want us both clear headed. But I will fuck her, now that I’ve decided to go for it.

Like I should have been doing since the moment she stepped back into my life.