“Maddox, my name is Maddox when it comes to you.” Raven doesn’t stop walking. Just when I think she’s heading towards the door, walking out on what could be fuckin’ magic, she doesn’t. Instead, her long legs eat up the distance between us until she’s standing between my spread thighs.
“What makes you think I’m going to call you that?” One hand moves to my shoulder. My cut beneath her hand does little to stop her nails from digging into me as one leg slides over my thigh, leaving her standing on one leg. My hand grabs her outer thigh, feeling its softness against my calloused hand, squeezing it tightly.
“Because I can fuckin’ smell you. It’s so thick I bet if I dipped my head, I could practically taste you through that scrap of fucking material you have covering your cunt.” My hand moves to her hip, my thumb sweeping the outer edges of her panties, seein’ just how far Raven will let me take this.
“You don’t mince words, do you. Even still. I’m not sure your hands should be on me. You are technically my boss after all.” Raven may be givin’ me shit, but guess who’s slowly sliding onto my lap, with both hands on my shoulders, head tilted to the side to see if I’m giving her the go-ahead. When it fucking well should be the other way around, but you won’t hear me saying a damn word.
“Yeah, you think I wanna be your boss when I do this?” My thumb slides inside her panties, feeling nothing but smooth skin beneath it, knowing damn well she waxes her cunt, but what shocks me the most is how Raven spreads her thighs for me.
The purr that leaves her throat pisses me off. I want my name leaving her lips, a reminder that I’m the one making her this wet. “Say my name, Raven, then I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“Razor.”
“That’s not what you call me, Raven.” My other hand slaps the cheek of her ass. It causes her to fall forward, bringing her tits closer to my mouth, and I know I’m about to have her any goddamn way I want.
Six
Raven
If he thinks the smack of his hand on my bare ass and his thumb directly on my clit will have me calling him Maddox, he’s sorely mistaken. I lift my hands away from his shoulders, not anticipating just how rock solid he’d be beneath them. I have other things in mind, but first he needs to know what I’m willing to give and what I’m not.
“Razor, you’re not paying me for this. I won’t let you.” I slip the net-like half shirt off my body. One thing about being a stripper, clothes are entirely easy to dispose of with the help of Velcro.
“Why’s that, spitfire?” Razor drags his tongue across his lower lip, watching as even more skin appears in his line of sight.
“I’m not a whore, and this already blurs the line since your club signs my paychecks, so to speak.” Not that it’s a huge whack of money. If it weren’t for the tips, I’d never be where I am today.
“Now that, Raven. Not too keen on you thinkin’ I’d be callin’ you a whore.” The rumble in his voice makes my body shiver.
“Good, then you won’t be paying me.” I think this thing is settled, especially with the way his thumb is sweeping across my clit, gathering wetness when he moves further down.
“I’ll be paying you, alright, in orgasms.” All of a sudden, it’s like he’s everywhere. His hand that’s not working its magic is ripping the front of my bra down, which simply unlatches because, well, you know, stripper clothing comes off easily, and I think Razor is finally seeing that when his mouth latches on to one of my nipples, sucking it so hard my body arches.
“Maddox.” I finally give in to temptation, his hand moving from my side down to my hip, and then I’m completely bare to him.
“Fuck, woman.” His mouth leaves my breast, and that’s when I realize he’s got his fingers inside me. His mouth was on me, but he’s yet to kiss me, and I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean. All I know is that before, I didn’t care about Maddox kissing me, but now it’s consuming my mind.
“What the fuck?” My body may want the orgasm he’s trying to give me, but my brain has definitely not shut down.
“Don’t what the fuck me. Do you see how fucked up this situation is? Your fingers are inside me, you’re doing your darndest to make me come, but you haven’t once kissed me. This is me making sure you’re aware that I’m not a whore and I’m not for sale.” I start to leave Razor’s lap. I’m damn sure not going to call him Maddox when I’m pissed at him.