Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(27)

He makes that chair look tiny compared to his frame. His jean-clad thighs are stretching the material. They are nice and thick and makes me want to straddle them. His waist is narrow but not enough that it makes it look unnatural. He places his arms on the armrests and leans back against the back of the chair and looks at me with lust in his eyes. I swallow hard and press the button on the mounted music station, and soft sensual music is playing.

“Don’t be nervous. Whatever you do will be fine. I’ll be your guinea pig.” He chuckles.

“You’re too kind, letting me try my hand on you.” I raise my eyebrow at the double meaning behind what I just said.

“I’ll let you try anything you want on me.” He winks at me and settles down more in the chair.

I decide to just bite the bullet and get on with it. The longer I wait, the less he’ll get his lap dance, and even though I offered to give him one, he looks like the kind of man who won’t take advantage of the situation and will just pay anyway.

I straddle his thick legs, my back facing him, my hands resting next to him. He spreads his legs, and I position my feet between his before I start undulating my body on him, grinding my hips against him.

This feels hella awkward. I don’t know if it’s the position or just because I’m not good at this, but I just feel like shit. I have no clue what I’m doing, and it shows.

“Relax,” he whispers, his lips a lot closer to my ear than I imagined.

“Sorry, I suck at this,” I whisper back.

“Nonsense.” He hooks his arms under mine and brings my back against his chest. “This will be easier for you.” I turn my head and look into his beautiful eyes as I start grinding into him again, and while this is way too close for comfort, it is a lot easier.

I place my legs on the outside of his and rub my ass into his junk. I can feel him get hard and press against me. There’s a sense of pride in making a man hard with just grinding into him. I like the power, it’s exhilarating.

After a few seconds, I get braver and start caressing my body. One hand dips into my panties, not really touching myself, but giving the illusion as the other one grabs my boob, massaging it. His breathing grows, heaving, and he starts grinding into me.

I find myself wanting to actually touch myself. I’m so horny and wet, it’s insane. I don’t recall the last time I was in this state.

Taking a deep breath, I get up and turn to face him. I straddle his lap again and can see the outline of his cock through his jeans, and what Gail said is true. He’s massive. I stare at it for a few seconds, and his chuckles bring me back to reality. It’s the second time he’s busted me staring. This has to stop, but I have a feeling it never will. I’ll always stare no matter what.

I straddle him again and grind my hips into him, pressing my chest against his, breathing against his neck. Now, I know they aren’t supposed to touch you, but I’m not about to tell him to remove his hands from my hips. They feel way too good there.

Moving back a few inches, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I don’t know if it’s what I’m supposed to do, but at this time, that’s what I feel like doing. I drop it to the floor and his eyes zero in on my boobs. I sit up tall, moving my hair back and letting him get a good look.

I can see that he wants to grab them and play with them, but he can’t. It’s satisfying to do that to a guy, even though it’s slightly mean. He’s paying to be teased anyway, right? So, let’s tease him.

I grind harder against him and his hands travel up my side slightly, bringing me against him again. I place my hands behind his head on the back of the chair and rest my forehead against his as I grind harder into him. My boobs brushing against his chest, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

His hands find their way back to my hips as he helps me grind on him harder. The rough material of his jeans against my most sensitive area that is barely covered by tiny black lace panties is driving me wild, and I’m ready to come.

This was supposed to be all about him, but it’s quickly turned into all about me, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

“If you don’t stop this I’m going to come,” I whisper lowly so the guard outside doesn’t hear. I don’t want him to burst my bubble.

“I’m not going to stop,” he whispers as low as I did and grinds his hips into me. I have to bite my lip to stop the moans from escaping them. I wasn’t lying when I said I was close. I really am, and he’s dead set on making me come. Not sure if it’s a daily occurrence here, but I’m far too gone to care.

He squeezes my ass and makes me ride him harder as we’re still forehead to forehead. In no time, I find myself coming on him, eyes tightly close as I can’t believe what I’ve actually just done with a total stranger.

“Open your eyes,” he whispers, and it’s like he’s compelling me to do it. I open my eyes and look into his. He looks like he’s going to explode from pleasure, but keeps a poker face.

Grinding my hips harder into him, I ride my orgasm out, dead set on making him come, too, but he removes his hands from me and makes me sit up. I feel the loss of our intimacy and frown. He points at the curtain and winks at me. I take it what we just did isn’t something I should have done, and he doesn’t want to get me or himself into trouble. Either way, I have mixed feelings about what just happened. While it was mind blowing and probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I feel cheap because I was paid for this.