This time when she brushed his opposite nipple, gooseflesh broke out over his chest, and his eyes closed for a brief second. She finished off the nearly invisible shape of a heart where her finger met his jeans again. Fisting the waistband, she pulled him around so his back faced the chair, then pushed him into the seat.
His breath whooshed out on a soft grunt. Before he could speak, Grace planted her heel on the seat at his hip, gripped his face in both hands, and leaned in until her mouth was a breath from his and whispered, “I’m about ready to own you.”
Instead of kissing him, she stroked his bottom lip with her tongue. He opened and leaned forward, his mouth searching for hers, but she pulled back with a teasing smile. “On my terms.”
This power trip was a surge of lusty goodness, and she wondered if this was how the dancers felt on stage in front of dozens of men. She took two steps back, shrugged the cape, and let it fall to her elbows. The throb of Korn’s grungy beat of “Coming Undone” pulsed through the walls, and her body moved easily, smoothly, and without any conscious thought. For Grace, dancing was built into her muscle memory. What she needed to concentrate on now was tantalizing Josh out of his mind.
Turning her back to him, she let the cape slide off her arms, let her upper body fall forward, exposing her ass beneath the short little skirt for Josh’s view—just out of his reach.
“Jesus—” he rasped, but trailed off when she straightened, tossed her hair back, and rocked her hips in a slow sway as she lowered to a crouch, thighs spread.
She fell to her knees, then her belly. Rolled and sat up, letting her hands stroke up her body to the beat of the muffled music.
Josh was leaning forward, elbows on knees. Lids heavy, eyes burning, skin glistening with a fresh sweat. “You’re killin’ me, Grace.”
When he held out his hand, she took it, easing to her feet, but when he tried to pull her close, she spun out of reach and strode behind him. One hand slid across his wide shoulders, before she leaned in, pressing her breasts to his back, but the small amount of skin-on-skin contact wasn’t near what she needed. She kissed his neck. He was salty and gritty, smelling of sawdust and fresh sweat and lust. He was everything she craved.
Her hands trailed across his shoulders, over his hard chest, down his warm abdomen. His hands covered her arms, caressed her skin. He dropped his head back, and pressed his face to the base of her neck just as her hand slid over his crotch.
Heat and sensation spread outward from his mouth, slid into her chest, and pulled at her nipples. She tightened her hand on his cock, hard and thick beneath his jeans.
His mouth dropped open on a groan, and his hands rose to grip her face and pull her mouth to his—open and hot. His tongue swept in, found hers, and stroked. She met his kiss and returned all the passion as her fingers worked his button, pulled at his zipper, pushed at fabric, and finally, finally closed around his bare cock.
Josh broke the kiss on a rough “Ah, fuck…” His hips lifted into her touch. “Gracie…”
Her name was a plea. One that exposed his need, his vulnerability. Grace fed off each and every reaction, gaining a sense of power, of control, of possession—but not over Josh. Over herself. That combined with living out this fantasy was absolutely intoxicating.
She pulled the condom from her waistband, held it in front of him so he could watch her tear the foil and unroll the slick coil just enough to swallow his head, then scraped his ear between her teeth and whispered, “I’m so wet for you.”
“Holy fuck…” He was panting now, muscles strung tight, one hand gripping the edge of the chair, one arm up and around her neck, his hand fisted in her hair. His gaze followed her hands as she pulled his cock from the restriction of his boxers and stroked him, loving the feel of the silky smooth skin covering a steel-hard cock. “Gracie…”
She fitted the condom to the head of his cock.
His hips pulsed on a curse. His head fell back, mouth dropped open, eyes squeezed tight. “Fuck.” His head rolled side to side, and the hand on the chair snapped up and gripped her wrist, pulling her hand from him. “I can’t… I’m sorry. It’s been too long. I can’t have you touching me like that. I need to be inside you when I come, Grace. Need to.”
She kissed his neck. Once, twice, three times, until his hand relaxed around her wrist. “I’m on board,” she whispered, “but let me get this on first.”
And she stroked the condom down his length. His muscles contracted, hips lunged, back arched.
A low, hot laugh slipped from her throat, a thrill rolling through her veins. “Damn, this is fun.”
He clamped down on her wrist and hauled her around the chair, wrapping his forearm around her waist as he tried to pull her onto his lap. “This is more fun.”
“You forgot something.” Grace pushed against his shoulders and wiggled away. Standing in front of him in full fluorescent light, Grace bent, laid her hands against her knees, then dragged them slowly up her thighs, lifting her skirt. Josh’s gaze burned over the red thong, his chest rising and falling with shallow, quick breaths. “These might get in the way.”
She hooked her thumbs into the panties at her hips and shimmied them down until her skirt covered her pussy again, then she let her panties drop down her thighs, her calves. Pressing one hand to the seat beside Josh’s hip, she bent provocatively over his lap while reaching for her panties and dragging them over her heels.
Josh sat forward, both hands gripping the backs of her thighs, sliding higher, higher, then cupping her ass. Big, warm, firm hands squeezing her cheeks.
“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, tugging her closer.
She caught herself with one hand on the back of the chair. Josh’s hands slid back down her thigh and lifted her thigh to his hip. Then his fingers stroked the heat between her legs from behind, and a luscious wave of pleasure rocked through her sex, her hips, her chest.
She arched, pushing her pussy back, and her breasts forward. Suddenly, she was totally out of control again. Josh’s thick fingers touched and stroked, while his other hand gripped her breast, shoved the tiny bikini top aside, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Oh God…” She arched higher, and Josh pushed his fingers into her heat.
He groaned against her breast, licking and sucking her nipple while his other hand created a whirlwind of delicious pressure in her pussy. Time and place started to slip away. The music faded against the siren rising in her head. It had been so long. So very, very long. He did everything too right. And it was coming too fast.