The Stars in the Sky (Giving You ... #2) (12 page)

After dinner, this restaurant became a saloon with a dance floor, which started immediately adjacent to us and ended up at a full bar. Country music played, ghastly twangy stuff, but a few people were dancing, which was fun to watch. Those country boys can move, swirling their partners around, unafraid to be seen dancing. Will had only had one beer, Ryan, two, while Amelia and I had three cosmos each. There was no way around it, it was going to be a sloppy evening.

After we ate our meal, and were relaxing, talking, and drinking, a new song came on. Will grabbed my hand and pulled. "C'mon. We're dancing."

I'd never danced to country music before, but I loved to dance, so I didn't argue. I was curious about what made him want to move.

"Why are we dancing?" I asked.

"Because I like this song," he said. "George Strait."

There was that George Strait again, he must be his favorite singer. The song said something about how you were giving up on love, when it fell out of the blue clear sky.

This was how I learned that Will could dance. Even in my heels, he towered over me, and spun me around easily, moving me where he wanted me to go, gently leading and guiding me with one hand on my waist and the other holding my hand. For such a bulky guy, he moved really well, which I should have guessed given how good he was in the bedroom.

I'd never had this much fun dancing with a guy before. Most guys I knew just sort of jerked around spasmodically or moved like they were in a trance. They danced
next to you
, not
with you
. But Will knew what he was doing and moved me around the floor, like he'd spent all of his life on a dance floor. It was simply fun to dance together, as a couple, as partners. Yeah it was country music. I got over it. He smelled good, he looked wonderful, and he moved so gracefully, in charge and having fun.

At the end of the song, he smiled, dipped me, then pulled me up and kissed me deeply.

I wondered if my internal swoon was audible.

The bill came and everyone argued about who would pay for it. Will won because he said that he’d invited everyone out, which earned him a kiss on the cheek from me and an "I got the next one" from Ryan.

And then Amelia said, "Marie and I have an idea. We know where we want to go next. It's a surprise. Are you guys up for it?"

Will and Ryan looked at each other and at us and Ryan shrugged and Will muttered, "Oh shit," and put his cowboy hat low down on his face.

I clapped my hands. "Excellent."

Once we got back to the truck, I pulled out my phone, found the link to the strip club that Amelia and I had scoped out earlier online, and gave the guys directions, street by street, without telling them our destination.

When we pulled in the parking lot, both of them turned around to look at us, and the looks on their faces were hilarious. Ryan looked turned on, Will looked both amused and aggravated.

We walked into the Peppermint Panda, a large club, with a bizarre-looking, randy panda bear as a mascot. Amelia and I, three drinks in, both thought that the name and mascot were
awesome
.
Hilarious
. We talked with the bouncer, and found out that there was no cover charge, but a two drink minimum—and each drink was twenty dollars. A hostess escorted us into the club, music throbbing, Will holding my hand, Ryan holding Amelia's.

Oxblood leather half-booths lined all the walls of the club. In the center, to one side, a dozen mostly naked girls occupied bar stools, waiting their turn. In the center, on the other side, perched a raised catwalk with multiple poles, lined with bar stools on all sides, presently being used by a lithe, athletic blonde who could really hold herself up on the pole. What was clearly a bachelor party on one side of us watched her carefully; a bachelorette party on the other side seemed more interested in their drinks. Looking around, it was a comfortable crowd, not intimidating or scary, with groups of guys, single guys, and couples.

The hostess stopped us at four bar stools right in front of Ms. Athletic Blonde, and a scantily-clad waitress immediately came up and took our drink order, two more cosmos each for me and Amelia, beers for Ryan and Will, two each. The waitress brought back eight drinks for the four of us and I looked at all of the alcohol and giggled uncontrollably. After an argument between Will and Ryan, Ryan paid.

Then Will leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I don't know whether to spank you or fuck you for this."

"Both, I think," I whispered back and he let out a groan.

I noticed that almost immediately, Amelia and Ryan got stuck together at the lips and stopped paying attention to anyone or anything around them, but I was having a blast checking out the scene. A younger guy in the corner received a very invasive lap dance by a busty brunette with long, curly hair. When she was done, he didn't move for three songs.

While we drank our drinks and watched, a number of girls approached, asking if we wanted to have lap dances. I waited for a cue from Will as to the right one. One girl was Gothic looking, with spiderweb leggings and black hair with harsh bangs. Not his type. Another was maybe Russian, with an elegant accent. Again, not his type. Another a slim Thai, another a curvy, freckled redhead, another an athletic African-American. Still, watching Will's reaction, I politely turned them all down, even though they were all beautiful.

But then, a seriously busty raven-haired girl came up, and kissed me on the boobs and said enthusiastically, "Are these real? Oh my God, they're huge!" and Will's eyes popped out of his head.

Her.

I looked over at Amelia, who was negotiating with a slim, leggy blonde, and we all moved to two adjacent booths, taking our drinks with us.

I smiled a wicked smile at Will and told her, "One dance for me, and another for him."

Again, he leaned over, and said, "You’re getting it when this is done."

"That's what I'm hoping, cowboy," I replied saucily, and the music started.

In a flash, the girl took off her bra and shoved her breasts in my face. I couldn't help but giggle. She gyrated on my lap and kissed me on my boobs, completely feeling me up as I stayed still. I could smell her sweet perfume and feel her soft skin brush against me. She left bright red lipstick marks all over my chest.

I glanced over at Will, who seemed paralyzed. She gyrated, all in my business, her g-string inches away, her lips almost to my neck, high heels kicking out. I couldn't help myself, but five cosmos in, it was smutty, but also funny, and I giggled throughout. The song ended pretty quickly, she gave me a hug at the end, and told me that my giggles were cute.

Now it was Will's turn. She turned to him, took off his cowboy hat, and put it on, then straddled him. He looked over at me, a very heated look, and stayed still, as she moved over and around him, feeling up his chest, rubbing her breasts in his face, showing him her ass. Then she put his hat back on him and flipped her hair around and I lost him in a mane of her hair.

I was so going to get it.

Looking over at Amelia and Ryan, Ryan was faring no better than Will, hot green eyes on Amelia and then back to the blonde grinding in his lap.

We were both going to get it.

Just Gettin' Started

"OUTSIDE, NOW," WILL GROWLED in my ear and pulled me by my hand. I tripped after him in my silver stilettos, waving merrily at Amelia, who glanced at me, sized up what we were doing, smiled, and then was immediately yanked by Ryan in the opposite direction.

The expressionless bouncer stamped our hands and we went out to the dimly lit parking lot. He'd seen this routine before. Will didn't say anything outside until we got to the truck, when he pressed me up against the side, one arm on one side of me, the other arm on the other, his entire body melded to mine, and said, "All I could think about in there was how I wished it was you doing the lap dance."

"That could be arranged," I said coyly, and wiggled under him.

His dark chocolate eyes turned molten under the orange, sodium-vapor light. Opening the back door of his truck's cab, he ordered, "In. Now."

I clambered in the back seat of his enormous truck. He climbed in after me, sat down on the bench seat, and shut the door.

Before he could open his mouth again, I purred, drunkenly, "You want a lap dance, cowboy? I'll give you one." And I lifted up the skirt of my dress, way over my hips, and shimmied out of my black lace thong, keeping my shoes on. Then I unzipped my dress a little in the back and pulled the shoulders down, showing him my matching bra.

He didn't say a word, just looked fixedly at me, his breathing shallow.

Naked under my hips, with my dress scrunched up around my waist, I straddled him, and he let out a sigh. I grabbed his black cowboy hat and put it on my head, smiling at him. Then, avoiding his face, I kissed his ear, nibbling his earlobe, listening to his groan, then licked and sucked my way down his neck, as I rotated my hips in his lap, then grinded on him, likely getting all of my wetness on his cock, because of course he was hard, and probably had been so for a long time.

Then I got moving, just like the stripper, shoving my bra-clad breasts in his face, running my nails up his torso, gyrating in his lap.

Will could only take this for so long. "We're doing this here," he said, and I nodded, reaching behind, unhooking, and taking off my bra.

Then he unbuckled his dinner plate belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down so that his straining, now purple cock, leapt free. Once he was situated, I immediately hovered over him and sank down, his cock filling me up all the way.

"Oh,
fuck
," we both said.

From this angle, he was so big and I was so wet, that every movement felt pleasurable. Every up, every down, every clench of a muscle, every twinge of his cock, every movement to the side or back and forth was an individual sensation.

Phenomenal.

I reached behind him, holding on to the back of the seat, and moved, slow and exploratory at first, then faster and faster, until I was riding him so hard and so fast, my ample breasts bouncing in his face. Then I exploded in pleasure, my body vibrating, screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He grabbed my shoulders and held me down onto him as he came, pumping his release into me, grunting into my ear.

I collapsed in his arms and sucked on his neck as he played with my hair.

After a moment, we both came down off of our high, and I leaned back and looked at him, finally kissing him, and it was a deep, wet, tongue-driven kiss, in which he fully accepted, and which he eventually took over.

And then we broke apart, and I laughed, I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because I just had sex in the parking lot of a strip club, without caring if anyone saw. Perhaps because Will coming undone was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. Perhaps because it was fun. Perhaps because I was starting to care about this guy and I loved turning him on.

Perhaps because I was thinking more about our similarities than our differences.

I lifted myself off of him, and got dressed again, straightening myself out as best as I could. Will pulled up his pants and got himself decent. Then he pulled me into a big hug and said, "Let's go find the others."

We left the truck, holding hands, not frenzied anymore, to see Amelia and Ryan leaving the club. I raised my hand and waved, even though they were right there, then ran over to Amelia.

"Where did you guys go?" I asked in a low voice in her ear. "I thought the guards wouldn't let you do anything inside."

"Ryan paid the guard five hundred dollars for a private room and told him to lock the door and look the other way," she answered, in my ear.

He was good.

I high-fived her. "Our plan worked," I whispered.

"Yeah," she whispered back, "but these guys don't need much encouragement."

We headed back to the truck. I was worried about it smelling like sex. But it ended up being no big deal because,
meh
, we all smelled like sex. Everyone rode quietly to the ranch and Will played country music on the radio.

He turned into Headlands Ranch, but instead of heading to the compound, he drove down a bouncy dirt road that I'd never been on.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Wanna show them a bluff," he answered.

We got to a large dirt area, overlooking the water, with nothing around us except the ocean and the ranch. In the dark, we could hear the crash and return of the waves. Ryan and Amelia held hands, looking out, and Will draped his arms around my waist, standing behind me, his chin on my shoulder, hat left in the car.

I shivered in the nighttime air.

"C'mon," he said, and walked me back to the truck, leaving me at the truck bed. He went to the cab, opened the back door, rummaged around behind the back seat, and came up with a blanket. Then he spread it out on the back of the truck, helped me and Amelia up, and climbed up, followed by Ryan. We all lay in the back of Will's truck, packed like sardines, Will and I spooning, and facing the opposite direction of Amelia and Ryan, who were spooning, and looked at the infinite stars.