Free Strip Tease by Karen Erickson

again. It echoed
throughout the room, he could actually feel the arousal in the
place rising to the breaking point and realized he was close to it
as well.
    It wouldn’t take much for him to throw
Janelle over his shoulder like a primitive caveman and haul her out
of here.
    Hell, he was tempted to take her right there
in the club, until the both of them couldn’t see straight, couldn’t
walk, couldn’t think. Could only feel.
    “I imagine you’re the same way.”
    He paused, his finger lingering in her
cleavage. “What do you mean?”
    “Like the man on stage. I bet you’re very
commanding in bed. You like to take charge.”
    “I don’t mind when a woman takes charge.” He
paused. “Sometimes.”
    Continuing his search of her, he allowed his
fingers to circle around her entire left breast. She wore no bra
and he was tempted to yank it to the side so those babies would
spill into his hands.
    He remembered them briefly from the night at
the hotel suite. Perfect tear drop shaped, topped with the
prettiest pink nipples he’d ever seen. Nipples that probably tasted
as sweet as they looked.
    Unable to help it, he nudged the fabric to
one side, offering himself a glimpse of her breast. Her nipple was
tight, hard and he wondered if she ached as much as he did.
    “Touch me,” she whispered.
    He did, brushing his thumb against the
peaked tip, a low moan rippling from her throat. He lifted his
gaze, watching her, and she stared at him in return. Her lids were
heavy, her glossy lips parted.
    This was getting out of control fast. And he
wasn’t doing anything to stop it.
    “I bet you like it even better when a woman
gives herself up to you. Right? Allowing you to take over, take
control?”
    He’d like this woman to give herself up to
him, surrender completely. Could only imagine her naked and spread
eagled across his bed, her skin glowing, her lush body open and
welcoming him like a gift.
    “Yeah,” he said through gritted teeth,
wincing in pain as he shifted. He was hard as a rock, ready to
burst from Janelle’s softly spoken words and the images they
conjured up.
    Hell, he’d take her any way she wanted, as
long as she was willing.
    “I don’t think there’s any guessing involved
when it comes to what you want.” She leaned in and kissed him, her
tongue darting out to lick. When he tried to lick back, she
retreated. “I’d give myself to you. I’m curious to know what kind
of lover you are.”
    He weighed her breast in his palm, marveling
at her baby soft skin. “Then let’s get out of here so you can find
out.”
    His voice was a low growl, his entire body
tense and ready to spring. Glancing toward the stage, he saw the
man was now thrusting deep within the woman from behind, the slap
of skin on skin like music to Nate’s ears.
    Eager to experience that personally with
Janelle, he leaned in, swiping his tongue quickly across her
exposed nipple. God she tasted sweet.
    “I want you.” Nate nudged the other side of
her dress away, both of her breasts bared to his gaze. The sight of
her lush, feminine curves sent a surge of lust hurtling through
him. He felt like a feral beast, ready to take, to possess.
    “No, not here,” she whispered, her eyes
widening. “Wait.”
    Loud screaming came from the stage, catching
their attention. The couple was in the throes of an intense orgasm,
the man thrusting once, twice against her, grunting like an animal.
The woman trembled from head to toe, her body a quivering mass of
flesh. A keening cry escaped her one last time and the man slumped
over her, cradling her with his arms.
    The stage went dark and the music stopped.
The entire room erupted in uproarious cheers and whistles, the
clapping like a ripple of thunder moving throughout the room.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Nate said, his
entire body poised and eager, ready to escape.
    Hell, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to walk
out of the club without attracting attention. His cock was hard
enough to hinder