Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6)(29)

I sit in the leather chair, and she starts doing her thing. I can tell that she’s never given a lap dance, but just having her against me is f*cking amazing. I help her out with a better position, and she gives into it, rubbing up and down her body.

As soon as she gets up, something seems to snap into her and she unhooks her bra and removes it. Her boobs are perfect. Nicely round and soft, milky skin. I wish I could reach up and touch them, but I don’t want her to think I’m like one of those *s.

To my surprise, she’s the one who does all the touching, besides my hands resting on her hips. I know I’m not supposed to touch her at all, but I can’t help it. I can’t keep my hands to myself, and I’m glad I’m not with the way she’s grinding on me, clearly getting herself off.

Do I wish I could be doing more than just helping her grind against me? Yes, of course, I’m only human. Knowing that she’s riding me to get herself off is extremely hot, and my erection is getting rather painful, but I’m not about to just bust in my pants like a little boy. I’ll wait until I’m gone to do something about it. This is all about her and her pleasure.

Seeing her come is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s looking in my eyes, riding it off after I asked her to open her eyes, and I’m glad I did. The pure lust in her eyes is enough to make me bust, but I focus hard on not doing so. I don’t want her to think I used her to get off. It’s really not the case.

I bring her body against mine as she comes down from her high and caress down her back. I shouldn’t be holding her; I shouldn’t be touching her, but I can’t help myself. I know the guard is going to come barging in soon, but I don’t care. I need to hold her against me, even for a moment.

“Thank you,” she whispers against my neck.

“What for?” I breathe out. Her warm breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. She does crazy things to me, and she doesn’t even know it.

“Making me come,” she whispers, sounding embarrassed.

“The pleasure was all mine, Bella.” I kiss her shoulder, and she sits up.

“How do you know my name?” She looks at me shocked that I let it slip. I could just be calling her Bella because she’s beautiful, but truth is, I’m letting myself get in too deep. I want things I didn’t think I’d ever want again, and I don’t know much about this young woman.

“Time’s up!” the bouncer says, poking his head in and chuckles. “Time was up five minutes ago, actually.” He smirks at Bella, and she looks embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” She gets up quickly and puts her bra on again.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. It happens, and I wasn’t really paying attention.” He grins.

“Were you listening in on us?” she asks sounding totally mortified.

“No, my girl called me and well, let’s say the cubicle next to yours got some use.” He chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s reassuring.” She rolls her eyes.

“I’d have been there in a heartbeat if anything were to happen.” He raises his hands up.

“Yeah right, I’m sure you were too far gone for that.” She glares at him.

“Promise, I wasn’t.”

“Right.” She blows out a breath and stands there looking unsure of what to do.

“I’ll see you again soon,” I whisper into her ear and kiss the side of her head before handing a few bills to the guard. Enough to pay for her lap dance and some extra for running over time. I don’t care about paying for lap dances, but I never pay for sex and never will. That’s my one rule.

I walk off before she gets to say anything and walk to my bike parked outside of the strip club. While I’m not willing to pay for sex, I know there are always a couple of club whores who will be more than willing to get down on their knees and suck dick, and that’s just what I need. A willing mouth to empty my balls into. I don’t want to f*ck. It would feel wrong after what happened with Annabella.

I groan to myself realizing how * whipped I already am. How the other guys said they were feeling for their women early on, I feel the f*cking exact same, and I don’t like it one bit. Not because she’s not worthy of being loved, but she deserves better than me and well, there’s always the possibility that she wouldn’t care about me that way.

I don’t even know why I’m getting myself so worked up so soon. I’m turning into one of my friends already…what is happening to me?





Annabella

I can’t believe I let time overrun.

I can’t believe I made myself come on a client.

I can’t believe he helped me get off and was content with it.

What a first day at my new job, right?

Walking back inside the backstage area, Gail hugs me.

“I heard what happened. Are you alright?”

“I’m alright, yes.” I hug her back, and I’m sure I have a stupid smile on my face.

“Why does it look like you just had the best orgasm ever?” She looks at me suspiciously.

“Probably because I just did.” I turn about as red as her shirt.

“Do tell!” she yells excitedly.

“Can we do that at home?” I say shyly.