Infinite Love (17 page)

‘I’m so glad to hear that,’ I smiled as I pulled the tiny top over my head, it barely covered my nipples.

‘Holy shit girl, I hope you’ve got lube.’

‘Trust me, never an issue around Gabe.’ I sat down to put on a bit more makeup for effect as Cindy brushed my hair and started doing two plaited bunches for me.

‘Seriously Mia, I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity and to put me as your number two with the dancers? I just … you’ve no idea what that means to me.’

‘Cindy, you’re really good at what you do and you were so good to me when I started.’

‘Yeah, but that was just because I wanted to fuck you.’

‘I promise, if ever I swing to the lesbian side, you would be top on my list. Just make sure you remind the girls that Gabe is off limits. I won’t take kindly to any inappropriate flirting or come-ons.’

‘I’ve already warned Becca, her eyes were on stalks when she saw him tonight.’

‘Can’t say I blame her,’ I smiled in the mirror. ‘He has that effect on me every time I see him.’

‘Right, you’re all set.’

‘Sleazy enough?’ I asked as I stood up and put my hands on my hips.

‘Lollipop!’ She reminded me and pulled it out of my bag. ‘Candy for Candy.’

‘Thanks,’ I giggled and she looked out into the corridor to make sure the coast was clear for me to cross over to the room. ‘Don’t forget to interrupt if we’re needed. I’ll lock the door, but knock.’

‘We’ll be fine. Go and enjoy,’ she ordered. I popped the lollipop in my mouth and opened the door and headed in. Gabe was standing behind the pole and stage, his back to me, hands in his trouser pockets as he looked out of the ceiling to floor glass windows at the city.

‘Candy,’ he sighed without turning around, ‘I don’t mean any offence, but this was my wife’s idea. I have no intention of watching you perform and I’m happy to tip you well to stay in here and enjoy the champagne and canapés while I go and work from the office.’

‘Are you sure about that?’ I asked as I sucked on my lolly and cocked one leg in. ‘I’ve been told I taste sweet as a peach.’ I watched him stiffen and he slowly turned round and his mouth dropped open as he looked at me and scanned my body. ‘Hoochy enough for you, baby?’

‘Mia you … vixen,’ he hissed as he strode over. I quickly skipped out of his way giggling.

‘I warned you, no touching of Candy. This is a high class establishment Mr. Austin, and I’d hate to have to ask management to escort you out on our first night.’

‘What the fuck are you wearing?’ he groaned as he ran a finger around the inside of his collar.

‘I decided to sleaze it up a bit for you, show you that I’m not as sweet and innocent as you think. Sit,’ I ordered with a point of my lollipop. He shrugged off his jacket and undid his shirt sleeves, rolling them up as he watched me go to the built in touchpad on the wall and source my playlist.

‘Jesus Christ, your tits and arse are barely covered.’

‘That was the plan,’ I winked over my shoulder and shook my bottom at him making him groan. I grinned as he grasped an obvious erection in his trousers and sat down on the sofa, his arms outstretched over the back, his legs parted displaying his crotch in a typically dominant male stance.
Focus Mia, you’re here to dance for him, not jump his bones before the first song has even started,
I thought. I strutted over to him and bent over placing my hands on his splayed knees, moving my face close to his. ‘Fancy a suck?’

‘I didn’t think it was this kind of establishment, I’m outraged,’ he chuckled. I winked and pulled my lolly out and put it in his willing mouth.

‘Damn, you’re hot,’ I groaned and stood and shook myself down as he nodded appreciatively to see my breasts wobble in their tiny casing.

‘Not so bad yourself, Candy. Come on then, show me what you’ve got.’

‘Your wife has paid for a floor dance, pole dance and then a lap dance. If you want anything else, that’ll cost you and I don’t come cheap.’ I walked back to the touchpad, wiggling my bottom sexily and heard him let out a grunt of approval and pressed play. I’d chosen Def Leppard “Pour Some Sugar on Me” for my first dance, “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent for my pole dance and having got bored of searching for sugar related tracks, had picked Katy Perry’s ET, the Dubstep Remix for the lap dance. By the time I was halfway through my pole routine his eyes were blazing and he was no longer in a sexily nonchalant casual pose leaning back on the sofa, but right on the edge of it, his elbows on his knees as he sipped his champagne and watched my every move.

‘Damn it Mia, you make me so fucking hard,’ he groaned.

‘Now who’s bad at role play?’ I called as I gracefully climbed and spun for him. This was just what I needed to relieve some of todays’ tension, I felt so free when I was dancing. Coming home after our honeymoon I’d started to feel pressure, our opening tonight, going back to Uni and sitting in the English lecture where everyone was probably going to stare at me, where each corridor or gym class would remind me of Milo, let alone the impending egg harvest and implants. All that was before this whole fucked up situation with Adam, and the fact that the press attention was going to get out of hand again. I hung upside down and placed my fingers tips on the floor and kicked away from the pole and righted myself and wobbled on my heels.

‘Mia?’ came Gabe’s concerned voice.

‘I’m fine,’ I smiled as I reached out to hold the pole to right myself. I’d just had a major head rush and realised with all the excitement today that I’d not eaten since breakfast. I started to undo my plaits as I walked toward him, ready for the last song and rubbed my fingers through them, loosening my hair as I swayed my hips and circled to bend over and run my hands up the back of my calves and thighs to cup my backside. I heard another groan and smiled though my legs at him. He’d abandoned his champagne and I could tell his breathing was short and sharp. I went into the side splits on the floor and bounced a few times before doing a backwards roll and up into a handstand before cartwheeling out of it and spinning to face him. I pushed his forehead, forcing him back in the seat and kneeled either side of his thighs as I did some body rolls and ran my hands over my body and kept eye contact with him. I let out a strangled moan as I saw how badly he wanted me and felt myself flood.

‘Shit Mia,’ he growled and grabbed my backside and yanked my stomach to his mouth, running his tongue up my skin as he pulled me down onto his lap and when he reached the strip of gold material straining to contain my breasts, he tugged at it with his teeth until my nipples sprung free and his lips were straight on one, sucking it to a sharp point.

‘Gabe,’ I cried. I couldn’t even be bothered to tell him off for ruining my routine, I’d wanted him since he stepped out of that shower earlier. I shoved my fingers into his hair and kneaded his scalp as he slid a hand down my shorts to dig his fingers into my backside, as the other hand worked its way up my back. I squealed as he bit and suckled and flicked with his tongue, my nipples were already swollen, my breasts heavy and tender with being due on, so his attentions felt all the more sensitive. ‘O God, stop, you’ll make me come,’ I groaned. He chuckled against my flesh and switched to the other nipple as I squirmed on his lap, gyrating on his solid erection and heard him groan as I flexed against him. My breathing was coming too fast, I felt giddy and my head dropped back as my insides started to tighten.

‘Come for me baby,’ he whispered before biting and sucking even harder.

‘Too … soon,’ I moaned.

‘Give it to me,’ he ordered and clamped down again and my toes curled in my Choo’s.

‘Ahhhh,
ahhhh
, Gabe,’ I squealed and shattered on him. He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, but gripped my neck and angled my face to him and started kissing me frantically. I recovered quickly and held his head tightly as our tongues thrashed against each other’s.

‘Shit, I need you, now,’ he groaned and grabbed my backside as he stood and staggered over to the window as we continued to kiss, my lips felt bruised at the intensity of it. He rammed me back against the toughened glass window and I reached down and tugged at his zip and hauled him out of his boxers, my thumb skimming over the top of his damp, sticky head. I swirled a few times until he bit my lip aggressively and I jerked my head back and shoved my wet thumb in his mouth.

‘Suck, hard,’ I ordered as I my chest heaved and panted as I saw his eyes expand as his tongue rolled around my thumb. ‘You’re so dirty.’

‘Says Candy the Stripper,’ he chuckled as he released it. ‘Move your shorts to the side, now.’ I gulped and did as I was told and guided him into position. I didn’t even have a chance to tell him that I was ready for him, he let out a Wimbledon style grunt as he forced his way straight into me. I’d read somewhere that the vagina could expand to accommodate a penis, but nearly sixteen months on with Gabe and mine wasn’t getting the message. Neither did I want it to, I loved the feeling of him filling me so completely, stretching me to capacity, rubbing against every nerve ending as he thrust wildly, the slight curve of his dick forcibly rubbing against my G-spot with alarming accuracy.

‘Gabe Austin,’ I sighed. ‘You were built to fuck.’

‘Kiss me,’ he ordered as he swivelled his hips and I tightened my legs around his waist.

‘
Hmmm
,’ I sighed as our tongues and hips merged. I was grateful for the cold glass on my back as I felt incredibly hot and lightheaded. He literally took my breath away. I tensed up as I felt myself preparing to climax again and clenched around him tightly as I started to tremor.

‘Shit,’ he mumbled in my mouth and pulled his head back as I felt him flex inside me the deliciousness of his heat spreading inside me. ‘Baby, you. Blow. My. Mind,’ he groaned.

‘As well as your load,’ I giggled as I caught my breath. ‘Wow.’

‘Hmmm. I need to taste you. I was promised sweet Candy and I’ve not tried her yet.’

‘Give me a minute,’ I sighed as I looked at him, my lower jaw still slack.

‘No deal, orgasms relax you, multiple orgasms
really
relax you.’

‘Do I not feel relaxed?’ I asked as he cradled me against him and walked over to the sofa and carefully lifted me off him.

‘Not as relaxed as you will be in another few minutes,’ he smiled and clasped my face in his hands and kissed me gently. ‘I love you, baby, so much.’

‘I know,’ I smiled and teetered on my heels again. He frowned and quickly lowered me down.

‘You ok?’

‘Orgasm high,’ I sighed as I looked up at him, still in his shirt, waistcoat and trousers.

‘Well, I hear every junkie is always craving the next fix so let’s see what we can do about that,’ he winked and dropped to his knees and pulled my legs apart. He palmed my thigh and used his thumb to anchor the thin strip of soaked gold material away from my wet swollen lips and thrust his other fingers up inside me, stirring them as I groaned. I heard him let out a guttural groan himself as he coated his fingers and sucked one as his eyes narrowed while I watched him.

‘Greedy boy,’ I smiled.

‘There’s plenty for you,’ he advised and offered me another sticky finger. I sucked wondering if that was the most calories I’d eaten in the last sixteen odd hours and giggled to myself.

‘What’s so funny?’ he smiled.

‘Nothing. Were you always this kinky with your other conquests?’

‘Kinky? I’m not sure this classes as kink, but no, I told you it was sex Karate Kid Mr. Miyagi style.’

‘Wax on, wax off?! Approximate with your smooth balls.’

‘Well yeah, but I meant roll on, roll off,’ he grinned. ‘Stop trying to distract me, I promised you another orgasm and I’m about to suck you dry before I fill you all over again.’

‘O shit,’ I groaned as he lowered his face and dipped his tongue inside me.

Gabe had reclined his car seat for me, trying to make me as comfortable as possible after my procedure. It was hard to believe that I could soon be pregnant. I’d been taking the fertility drugs since my period started early January and had returned for frequent tests to check how my follicles and uterus were developing and for the final stimulate drug. On extraction, Dr. Walker had been really pleased that she’d managed to secure ten eggs, eight of which fertilised. She’d suggested that instead of implanting one embryo, which was the norm for someone my age, she implant two given my internal scarring. Gabe and I had agreed to have the remaining six frozen, just in case we weren’t so successful with future harvesting.

Gabe had gone into super protective mode already, which was adorable, but I worried that he was getting too excited too soon. The day I’d had the eggs extracted he wouldn’t even let me walk, insisting on carrying me to the car, from the car and all the way up to bed and I’d not been allowed out of it for twenty-four hours. He’d even carried me to the toilet. Having them removed hadn’t been the most pleasant of experiences, but given the pain I’d had with my ruptured cysts, it was bearable. Having the eggs implanted was far more comfortable. What didn’t go well was Gabe being told by Dr. Walker that she’d prefer us not to have sex for at least two weeks. He’d been mortified and I’d just given him an apologetic smile and a shrug.

‘Gabe,’ I sighed as he insisted on getting me straight into bed again when we got home.

‘Don’t argue with me. Dr. Walker said you needed to take it easy for a couple of weeks and that’s what you’re going to do. No lifting, carrying, dancing, caffeine or alcohol and healthy foods only.’

‘Sounds like no fun too,’ I sighed as he propped me up on some pillows and tucked the duvet tightly around me.

‘It’ll be worth it, Mia,’ he smiled as he ran a protective hand over the duvet, where my stomach was.

‘I hope so,’ I whispered and my eyes filled up.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’

‘I just feel a bit emotional, you know? I’ve been pumped full of hormones, and it feels like a load of pressure on me. What if it doesn’t work?’

‘Then we try again. Mia please don’t stress over this, other than taking care of yourself there’s nothing more you can you. You just have to let nature take its course, ok?’ He leaned in and planted a kiss on my forehead. ‘Ok, I have some raspberry tea, do you want some?’