Stronger With Her (30 page)

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says as he spreads my legs. “Your scent is intoxicating and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough,” he whispers as he brings his lips to my pubic bone. I start squirming underneath him, wanting him to move just an inch lower. He takes the hint and dives in with his tongue. It feels so fucking good that a small scream escapes and I thrust my fingers in his hair. James continues to suck and lick at my core until I’m panting and begging for the orgasm. Just as I’m about to fall over the edge he stops. I look down at him and he’s staring at me with a smile. I try to move his head, but he’s not letting me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask trying but failing to hide my frustration.

“Oh, well, you said you were sore. I didn’t want to make things worse,” he smiles. The bastard. I know what he’s up to, but it’s not going to work. I won’t beg him.

“That’s okay. If you don’t think you can get the job done, I’ll just take care of it myself,” I reply nonchalantly.

“The fuck you will,” he growls as he shoves his tongue back into my core. He’s too easy.

It takes less than a minute and I’m coming all over his face, screaming his name and thrashing around on the couch. There should be monuments built in his tongue’s honor, it’s that good. When I’m finally recovered enough to move my sated body, I see him staring at me with a satisfied grin.

“Did I get the job done?” he asks sarcastically. I roll my eyes and nod.

“I’d say you did a pretty good job.”

“Pretty good? You’re not giving me a top grade for that? Maybe I need to try harder,” he says as he moves toward my body again. I put my hand on his forehead to stop him.

“Okay, it was the best I’ve ever had, but I can’t do it again. You’ve worn me out completely.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says with a grin.

“Now, I think it’s my turn to make you scream,” I whisper as I roll off the couch and crawl the few feet to sit on the floor between his legs. Since he’s only wearing boxers, it’s easy to see his excitement and to set it free.

Once the offending fabric is on the floor, I take a closer look. His shaft his long and thick. The head is pink and there’s a drop of pre-cum just at the surface of the opening. My mouth waters and I have to taste it. Leaning forward I lick just the slit without touching any other part of this beautiful cock.

“Aw, fuck, babe. You’re going to unman me before you even get started,” he mumbles with his head thrown back. I smile at this reaction and know that this is going to be a lot of fun for me.

I put my hands on his thighs, close to his groin but not touching. I lick the underside of his dick from root to tip gently, then do it again with more force. James’ hips thrust upward but I hold him down as best I can. I lightly blow where I just licked and that earns me another groan. I know I’m torturing him, but it’s something I’ve never really wanted to do before and I’m curious to see what happens.

Using my fingertips, I run my right hand up and down, not squeezing, just a brush of feeling. Then I make an O with my thumb and forefinger and pump him a couple times.

“Baby, please, you’re killing me here,” he says as he reaches down and starts to take himself in his hand.

“Stop, James. It’s my turn and I’m having my fun. Be patient and I’ll take care of you,” I say slapping his hand away and replacing it with mine. I knew he was big, but I can barely wrap my fingers all the way around him. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t notice that the first time we had sex.

More fluid is starting to leak out so I smear it on him with my thumb. I pump my hand faster, squeezing on the way up. His hips start to move with my rhythm and I am mesmerized. I want to touch him everywhere and it’s so powerful knowing that I have this kind of control over him at this moment. Using my other hand, I lightly scrape my nails down his balls.

He covers my hand with his and speeds up my ministrations. I can tell he’s getting close because his dick is getting more swollen. I put my mouth over the head and suck as hard as I can while keeping up with the motion of our hands. Four more strokes and he’s coming in my mouth. I’ve never done this before but I know from watching videos that women usually swallow. I’m not sure that I can. His cum is warm, thick, and tastes salty. I feel like I’m going to gag. Popping my lips from his cock, I purse my lips together as I try not to swallow the load in my mouth. I jump up and run to the bathroom.

Once I clear the door, I throw myself toward the toilet and spit everything out of my mouth. I don’t understand how anyone could swallow that.

“Are you okay?”
Fuck, he followed me. This is embarrassing.

“Uh, yeah?” I say without conviction. How am I going to get out of this one?

“You don’t look like it. Did I hurt you?” I can’t look at him. I shake my head and try not to cry.

“Stephanie, turn around. I need to see that you’re really okay.” I reluctantly stand up and turn around. He’s grinning down at me, shaking his head.

“Baby, you’re too much. I guess that was a first for you?” he asks pulling me into a hug.

I can’t find my voice so I nod against his chest. I really wish the bathroom floor would open up and I could fall away right now.

“It’s okay, you know. I can’t imagine what it’s like, but you don’t have to do that anymore if you don’t want to. It was amazing, probably the best I’ve ever had, but if it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to.” He’s rubbing his hand up and down my back and I feel so stupid.

“It was a surprise, okay. I didn’t know that it would be like that, and I didn’t think I could swallow without gagging. That’s not a reflection on you, I promise. I liked making you crazy, I just don’t think that eating semen is my thing.”

James laughs out loud and it confuses me even more.

“Oh, baby, you’re too much. You don’t have to justify yourself to me. I loved everything you did so don’t worry about this. I’m not one of those guys who demands that his woman take everything he gives her. Whatever makes you happy is fine with me,” he says kissing me on my head. I feel so much better knowing that he’s not upset.

“You want to take a shower?” I ask trying to move the conversation away from what will forever be known as the spitting incident.

“Of course, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, picking me up and walking us the few feet to the shower.

T
onight’s the night we get our revenge on Jake. I’m nervous about it, but I know that it’s going to be fine. We’ve got everything planned out and the bouncers are on board. Once I explained to Trevor and the owners what I wanted to do and why, they didn’t hesitate to offer their support. It’s going to be hard leaving this place. Not because I liked taking my clothes off, per se, but everyone has been so great to me. Well, except the other strippers, but that’s not really an issue.

James, Becca, and Colin are sitting at the bar. Colin has a scowl on his face and is standing between Becca and everyone else. He’s so protective I’m surprised he let her come here. Not that she would have listened if he told her no, but it’s still a shock. I hope none of these idiots try to talk to her because he would kick their ass and it would probably ruin our plans.

Jake is on the other side of the room close to the stage. Joe, Jason, and John are with him. I don’t have any idea what story they told him to get him here, and I don’t care. I’ve been assured that he’s clueless as to what’s about to happen and that the boys will make sure he doesn’t get kicked out of the club before we take the stage.

I head backstage to join Christin, I mean, Cinnamon, who’s getting ready for her debut dance. She’s putting the finishing touches on her makeup before I help her with her wig and clothes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask hesitantly. “You know you don’t have to. I can take care of it.”

She shakes her head violently. “Huh uh, you’re not talking me out of this. I told you before that I could tame this fucker, and I plan to do just that. Besides your man would have a fit if you took your clothes off out there again. I’ve got this, I promise. It’ll be great,” she says with a smile.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you and Becca,” I say tearfully. “When Erin died I never imagined that I would have another sister, and now I have two.”

“Yes, you do, and if you let one of those tears fall this sister is going to bitch slap you. Now, come on and help me get ready. No time for sappy shit when we have a man’s ego to crush.”

I laugh out loud and the tears fall anyway. Thankfully Christin doesn’t mention it.

Once I finish my makeup, I slip into my hot pink pleated micro mini skirt with the matching thong underneath. James will probably be pissed that my ass is hanging out, but he’ll just have to deal with it. This has to be believable and there’s no way Vixen would go out on that stage wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. My choice of top is a little more conservative by stripper standards. I’ve chosen a cropped halter top with a crisscross lacing across the back. It’s hot pink as well, and it covers my boobs really well. I dig out my seven-inch rhinestone encrusted platform heels with the tinted bottom and slip them on. They look like the color is dripping from the sole of the shoe and they sparkle like crazy under the stage lights. I even have a matching wig. I probably look like a unicorn puked on me, but I don’t care. Pink and sparkles make me happy.

Christin has chosen a different look. She’s got an amazing ass and hips, and they look fantastic encased in a clingy strapless black mini dress. She threads one of the smallest thongs I’ve ever seen up her legs and pulls the shiny fabric down to barely cover herself. She’s decided to style her hair in a curly pile on top of her head, the blonde being tinted red for tonight. Gold hoop earrings and a fake nose stud complete the outfit.

“Which shoes should I wear?” she asks holding up two choices.

“I think if you’re not used to really high heels, you go for the four-inch ones. That way you won’t trip.”

“You’re probably right, but the black ones are so pretty.” She’s not wrong, they’re gorgeous.

“But those are six inches and that will make you over six feet tall. Are you sure you want to look Jake in the eye?”

“Ahh, good point. Better to make him think he’s in control. I get it,” she winks.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before? You seem to understand a lot about it.”

“Nope, never stripped. I do know how to bring a man to his knees, though. Just applying the same logic to this.” She smiles and sits to put on her red patent leather heels.

“Vixen, you’re up in five minutes,” Trevor calls from the doorway.

“Thank you. We’ll be ready.”

Christin and I put the finishing touches on our outfits and makeup in silence. There’s really not much to say when going into a situation like this. I just hope she’s ready for the kind of reception she’s likely to get out there. She’s gorgeous and looks amazing right now. Jake’s not going to know what hit him.

“Let’s head to the stage so we can be ready when they call our names,” I say as I take her hand and lead her to the wings of the stage.

Once we’re in place I stop and look her in the eye.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me. James appreciates it too because he’d kill every man in here if they saw me naked again. You’re such a great friend.” I pull her into a strong hug.