“Zander,” I whimpered with need as my hands dropped to the sheets, clamping down. I felt his tongue sweep against me as his fingers eased inside me, and his tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot. As he continued to tease me with his mouth, I became lost in the sensation. I was close to the edge when my hands drifted to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I panted, “Yes,” over and over again.
I was still in a haze when Zander lifted off me, reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. He was just about to roll it on when I said, “You don’t need to ... I’m on the pill.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. I smiled in satisfaction as his cock brushed against my clit, sending lust-filled chills down my spine. Our eyes met and everything stilled. In that moment there was no doubt in my mind that he loved me. I loved him too—more than I ever dreamed possible and I had every intention of loving him like no one else could.
His lips pressed against mine as his warm hands roamed all over my naked body, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. I opened my legs wider as he slowly slid inside me, making my breath catch in my throat. Seeing that I needed time to adjust, he stilled and kissed me along the curve of my neck and shoulder. Seconds later, my nails bit into his back as I rocked my hips against him, urging him to move. He pulled back and entered me again, slow and steady. Instinctively, I arched into him as he drove deeper, and I gasped as his cock rubbed against my G-spot. My body had never felt such unrelenting pleasure. He was everything I'd dreamt about and so much more. I’d found my home with him.
Zander’s mouth once again found mine, and he kissed me hard as he thrust forward again and again, claiming what was his. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me until the dam finally broke and my body was flooded with the all-consuming rush of my climax. He continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper, until he found his own release. With one last thrust, a satisfied growl echoed through the room.
His breaths were ragged and deep as he dropped his head to my chest. With his hands drifting along the side of my hips and up to my waist, he whispered, “Mine.”
The tips of my fingers lightly trailed the length of his back as I responded, “Yes, I’m yours.”
He slowly rolled to his side, pulling me gently over him as his back fell against the mattress. I immediately curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. His fingers brushed through my hair as he said, “As much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night here in bed with you, the guys are meeting up at the new Stilettos later and I need to be there.”
“Okay.” I’d wondered about Stilettos from the start. I’d never been to a strip club before, and I was also curious to know more about that side of Zander’s life. “Would you mind if I tag along?”
“You really want to?”
“Yeah, I’ve never been before.” I gave him a slight shrug. “I’d like to see what all the fuss is about. Besides, if this club is going to be a part of your life, I want to be a part of it too.”
“If you think you’re gonna start stripping, you’ve got a another thing coming.” I thought he was just teasing until he growled, “Your body is mine, and I’m not sharing it with anyone.”
“No, Zander. I have no intention of stripping ... at least not unless I’m doing it for you and you alone.” I giggled. “I just want to be a part of your life. That’s all.”
“Whatever you want, baby.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead as he chuckled. “The girls are gonna love you.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll see.”
Hawk
I was surprised when Delilah mentioned that she was interested in going to Stilettos with me, especially since she’d never been to a strip club before, but I wasn’t going to deny her. Besides, I thought it would an interesting experience for us both. I would be able to see how things were going with the new product the club had purchased from Flint, and Delilah would get to spend some time with the brothers and experience for herself why so many came to our infamous strip clubs. She’d gotten all dolled up in one of her little black dresses that clung to her curves with a pair high heels. Her hair was curled and down around her shoulders, and it was difficult to keep my hands off her as we started towards the front door.