What Lola Wants (London Dolls Book 1) (10 page)

“You did, you brought me,” he growled, readjusting his crotch. “Go on.” He sat at his desk and set his sights on boring old receipts. “Get your bum out of here and let me focus.”

“Don’t you want me, Den?”

He rose, marched to her, and patted her black lace-clad bum before pushing her toward the office exit to the storefront. “Go on. I’ll be out when I’m finished.”

“But I’m not done playing with you yet.”

Throwing his arms in the air, he howled, “You drive me insane.”

She grabbed the doorknob and pulled the entrance open. “Hurry,” she called over her shoulder and slammed the door behind her.

“Bad idea bringing her to the store. You need to focus,” he muttered, punching in numbers from the sales receipts and trying to ignore the hardness pressing against the fly of his jeans.

No use. He couldn’t tear his imagination away from visions of her in the changing room wearing lacy treats and perhaps punishing herself with a whip or a paddle. The store stocked a bunch of kinky items. Granted, they were either pink or sparkly, or both, but kinky nonetheless. Metallic clangs of hangers bumping, and squeals of delight came from the storefront, reminding him of her dressing-up—or down—antics.

He inserted a CD into the store’s sound system and hit the play button to try drowning out his needs. “Whatever Lola Wants,” the old jazz tune, thrummed through the small speaker in the corner.

Head. Desk.

The sultry tune bounced around the tiny space. In hindsight, perhaps music wasn’t the best distraction from images of her lush tits and that darling O her mouth made when she moaned.

“Stupid man. Stupid. Stupid. And it had to be this song. Whatever Lola Wants? Numbers? What numbers?”

She called, “I found a diamond-covered Hula-Hoop. Can I buy it?”

A Hula-Hoop?
Of all items stocked, he would never have guessed she’d go for a hoop. How would she utilize that apparatus?

He hadn’t a clue, but he wanted to find out.

He threw his arms in the air and declared, “I give up. These numbers can definitely wait.”

Curious about how she would use the rhinestone-covered burlesque aid, he pushed the remaining invoices to one side, yanked off his glasses, and raked a hand through his hair.

He thundered into the glitzy dress store, his focus solely on finding—and then making love to—Lola.

Tutus, knickers, and bras. Fairy wands, suspenders, and garter belts. “Did a kinky unicorn shit-bomb go off in here?”

“You love it.” She shimmied into the opening of the dressing area and lounged against the frame, wearing practically nothing. “I can see it in your smile.”

He made a fist and bit down on his knuckle. “I love seeing you in frilly knickers, that’s what I love.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he counted to ten in his head. She’d found the most innocent outfit in the store, and yet it made her all vixen-like. Pink frills had never been so sexy. Or maybe he was just so horny that even an old potato sack on her would make his cock twitch.

“Come hither, mister,” she cooed, hooking her index finger and motioning for him to pursue her.

He joined her in the expansive dressing room Jane had insisted on blowing half their renovation budget on. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors covered every inch of wall, and a velvet circular seating area sat dead center. Girls needed room to decide, apparently. Now, he was grateful for said space, and, of course, the mirrors. He got to admire her front and back all at once.

Pink frilly booty shorts so skimpy the curve of her arse cheeks showed beneath, and a matching, super short baby-doll nightdress—both see-through—damn, she had great taste in lingerie.

She grabbed the Hula-Hoop and caressed the plastic, trailing her palms across its length.

“This should be interesting.”

“I hope.” She bent her knees and spun the hoop to her hips. Then she slipped her hand in the path of the swirling plastic and lifted it above her head.

He cheered and clapped. “Very clever, but when does it get sexy? You promised me a private show, remember?”

“Watch this.” She slinked to the ground, maneuvered the hoop to her foot, and spun the thing on her toes. “Remember me doing this all day long on the beach when we were in High School?”

“Yup. You could spin that hoop even while eating an ice cream cone.”

“Does that give you a clue as to what I want to do to you?” She flicked her tongue out and brushed it over her top lip.

The denim covering his hard-on strained, and the blinding need to thrust inside her became hard to fight. He stalked to her and dropped his pants. Proud of his jutting dick, he pinned his shoulders back and thrust his hips forward to present his offering. “Is this what you had in mind?”

Her eyes widened. “I was joking.”

Mood killer. He slumped, the warmth of her breath skating over his sensitive end and making his length twitch. “So, we’re still on the tea—”moist warmth around the tip of his shaft made him glance at his crotch “—se.” She’d puckered up around him, her soft gaze pleading with him to slide his length into her. He’d had BJs before, but it always seemed women thought it a chore.

Trailing her tongue from his end to his balls, she moaned as if enjoying his taste, as if pleasing him made her happy. He wouldn’t last long if she kept that up.

She closed her mouth around him and sucked while dragging her lips up and down, all while continuing to spin the hoop.

“How about you stop flinging that thing around and let me please you?”

With a firm grip, she wrapped her hand around him and withdrew from his length. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

“More than you know, but perhaps you want some fun, too?”

She fluttered her lashes. “I’m having too much fun blowing you. Why don’t we move to the seat? I’ll kneel before you and do anything you ask of me.”

“What kinds of things?”

“Order me to do as you please. Whatever you like.” Dropping the hoop, she quirked a brow. “Come on, don’t spoil all my fun. I bet there’s something we could use as a paddle or whip in the store if you really wanted to play.”

“Where did this side of you come from?”

She shrugged. “Fun, isn’t it, though?” She kneeled and shuffled to the seat. “Come here, Den.”

She may be demanding to be told what to do, but it was he who was powerless. He had no choice but to do as told, as he thought only with his throbbing need for release. And so he sat.

She spread his thighs and dove back to his hard-on. Sucking and licking and sucking. He glanced into the mirror and copped a full view of the scene. Ah, hell, Lola on her knees with her arse in the air while her head bobbed up and down in his lap.

Admiring the view, he raised his hand and brought his palm down on her bum with a thwack.

She jerked over his length then giggled, her breath skating warm across his sensitive skin. “Again,” she pleaded with a mouthful.

“I’m close,” he warned, glancing at her. She withdrew and licked her lips then suckled at his swollen end, teasing his aching need to be buried inside her.

She stilled and straightened. “I feel silly saying this…”

“What is it?”

“I’m not a dirty talker.”

“Says the woman who just asked for a spank.”

Her mouth kicked up into a grin.

“Say it. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll love it.”

“I want you to come over my boobs,” she murmured.

Wicked little vixen.

“I’m not ready just yet.” He bent and kissed her cheek. “Why do you taste so sweet? What is that? Candy floss?” He smothered her with little licks and kisses down her neck, her soft moans urging him to move lower so she’d purr louder.

“Ah, that’d be the edible sparkles I tried.” She rubbed at her cheek.

“Sugar coated or not, I’d love to taste you all over.”

She fluttered her lashes at him and bit her lip as if to stifle her delight, her sun-lightened strands shimmering under the low lighting. “So, you like?”

“No, that crap tastes revolting and needs to be cleaned off. Immediately.”

She cocked her head. “Have someone in mind for the job, do you?”

“Absolutely. I am the man.” He brushed his tongue over her cheek. “Is that sugar powder anywhere else? Say, on your gorgeous tits?”

She nodded, the glint of cheekiness in her darkening glance so delightfully naughty.

“Where else?” he teased.

“For me to know and you to find out.”

“You drive me insane, woman.” He brushed his hand along her bare, soft leg, enjoying the dips and curves of her silhouette. She shimmied to him on the seating area, climbed atop him, and hitched a leg over his shoulder so her pussy greeted his lips.
Hmm, dancers are so limber. And so brazen.

Dark curls showed through her gossamer knickers, and her swollen slit glistened in the strip lighting. Leaning into her, he ran his tongue over the full length of her opening then pressed his lips hard against her clit.

She purred and ruffled his hair. “No one has ever kissed me there before.”

“No one?”

“Nuh-uh.”

He lifted the thin material of her knickers and pushed it aside. “Then I’ll have to fix that right away.”

Parting her, he edged his tongue into her and slid it up and over her clit. With a flick over her sensitive nub, he slipped a finger inside her and teased her entrance with his tongue.

Pulling his hair, she moaned. “Feels so good.”

That was all the encouragement he needed to seek his own release and as if she knew, she lowered onto his lap. She rocked her pelvis, allowing his end to nuzzle her, nudging so just his head enjoyed her tight heat.

He rolled his head back and growled, “Bend over the seat.”

She shook her head. “I’m meant to be pleasing you, but I got sidetracked with your smolder and promises of naughty kisses.”

“Then I’ll do it for you.” He grabbed her tiny waist then lifted her off him and bent her over the velvet-padded seat. He parted her legs and ran his tongue over the length of her sex, frustrated with the garment in his way. She wiggled beneath him, arching her back and moaning. His dick, wet from her kisses, pulsed hard, and he battled with the urge to tear the flimsy material from her crotch and ease into her, to have her slick warmth swallow him whole.

He thought about a condom then remembered her wish.

He spread his thumb over his head and wrapped his fingers around his width. “I’m going to burst soon.”

She glanced over her shoulder and gawked at the reflection of him wanking off. A grin spread. “Let me lend a hand.”

Damn, her desire to please him sucked him in. He was one hundred percent at her mercy. Trailing his thumb over his end, he spread his pre-cum around then brushed the same thumb over her bottom lip.

“Delicious.” Unlike the Lola he thought he knew, she rammed his length into her mouth and sucked him so hard, so long, so.... Ah, hell. His balls tightened and his length pulsated. Blood rushed through his veins, and his heart hammered hard and fast.

Low, deep growls rumbled in his throat.

She withdrew and squeezed her tits around his length and pushed them up and down. So tight. So damned tight. “Come all over me.”

He thrust up so his head poked out of her tits. Thick, hot liquid seared through his cock and spurted over her beautiful, pale skin. She flicked her teeth over her bottom lip and kept her darkened stare glued to his fountain.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

“Dennis, you know I’m not a daring person by nature. Not usually. But with you, I feel safe to try things. And you make me
want
to try things. Naughty things. Very naughty things.”

“You are daring. You’ve just forgotten.”

“You’re amazing.” She kissed his end and licked him clean. “And I want to make you happy.”

One step closer to hearing what he needed from Lola, to gaining the full commitment he desired from her. It wasn’t
I love you
, but it was damn close to it.

“You don’t need to try pleasing me. I’m with you, that’s all the joy I need.”

She had issues to resolve and hurt to overcome. He understood that. He hoped the day ahead would contribute a kick-start to the healing process. He could only be there and hope he was enough to get her through it.

“Hey, look at the time. We’ve got to get moving if we’re going to make Torquay before lunch.”

“Or we could stay here, tangled in a Hula-Hoop,” she offered, using a shirt she must have tried on earlier to clean off her tits.

He cupped her face and whispered, “I want to eat ice cream with you today, and to see you in a swimsuit.”

“Oh?”

“Nothing like ocean air to clear the head.”

“Didn’t I clear the head for you?”

He snorted, “Oh, Lola,” and kissed her on the forehead.

“We make a great team, don’t we?”

He nodded.

The store’s alarm sounded, piercing the calm.

Dennis pulled up his pants and raced to the fire exit. The previously locked door now sat ajar. He peeped into the back alley but saw only the usual sight: a few skips overflowing with rubbish, the neighborhood tabby hoping for attention, and the worn and cracked tarmac in serious need of repair.

He petted the cat. “Hey, Tom, see anyone down here a minute ago?” The feline purred and rubbed against his legs. “Take that as a no.”

“Who was it?” She stood in the doorway. She’d thrown her clothes back on and hooded up with his old sweater that he kept in the office for chilly days.

Sickening worry swirled in his stomach faster and wider than she could spin that hoop of hers. He didn’t like it a single bit, but he put on his hero smile. “Hey, there’s nothing to be scared off. I bet Sweetheart from The Doll House dropped by for a visit. She has a habit of hanging around this place when it’s only me here, says we should be friends with benefits. She probably saw us together and took a sharp exit to avoid chatting. She’s a loner, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Nice try, Dennis. In the future, can we double check locks on doors before we do the sexy, please?”

A dark shadow caught in his peripheral vision near his car parked about twenty or so yards down the alley. When he turned, there was nothing there. “That’s a good idea. Let’s go back inside.”