desperate for money. I'm doing it because I enjoy stripping. I enjoy dancing and showing off my athletic skill on the pole. I'll do it for free, if that makes you feel more comfortable, but it's something I want to do."
My lips rounded into a silent Oh. Because... that actually hadn't occurred to me. And now I felt like a bigger asshole for not considering the fact that it was something he liked doing.
"I get it," he said with a laugh, kissing my stunned lips. "You don't want to feel like a sleazy boss. But if it makes you feel better, Zed has that crown permanently affixed to his head. The stories the girls at 7th Circle used to tell..." He shook his head, grinning.
I winced, not wanting to think about how many of the girls, both dancers and sex workers, that Zed had made his way through. It was only going to make me more likely to dump hand sanitizer on his dick before it came anywhere near me.
"Don't worry, babe," Lucas whispered, kissing my neck as he shifted my weight, pressing me back into the tiled wall again. "I don't have eyes for anyone but you. You're my first and my last."
Oh fuck. What's a girl to say to that?
I couldn't have spoken coherently even if I had something perfect to say because his shower-slick cock pushed into my cunt, stretching my walls and making me cry out in pleasure.
My fingernails dug into the flesh of his back as I tightened my legs, pulling him deeper and groaning at the slide of our flesh. "Lucas..."
"Hayden," he replied, my name like a prayer on his husky voice. "You're exquisite." His hips rolled, pulling his length out of me partly before slamming back in. I grunted at the impact, shivering with the electric waves of arousal chasing across my skin.
Clinging to him tighter, I reclaimed his lips with a fierce, demanding kiss. Our breath became one as Lucas pounded me into the wall, his hips pistoning faster with every stroke until my entire being seemed to be filled with liquid fire.
"Oh fuck," I hissed as my pussy walls tightened around his enormous dick. That appendage really was a gift from some generous god. "Lucas, I'm going to come."
"Good," he groaned back, "'cause holding out is killing me."
I gave a short, shaking laugh, but after two more thrusts from him, I shattered. He swallowed my screams with kisses, fucking my mouth as thoroughly as he was fucking my pussy, and joined me in climax just moments later with his cock buried deep inside me.
We were both breathing heavily when he gently lowered my feet back to the floor, but I was pure jelly, incapable of anything but propping myself up on the wall. Lucas knew it, too, grinning with satisfaction as he washed me, cleaning up the slick, hot spill of his cum between my legs, then soaping me all over again.
When we were clean, he carried me out to the bedroom and laid me ever so gently down on the bed. He barely gave me a minute to rest, though, before tugging me up onto my knees and sliding back into my pussy from behind.
As my sensitive, throbbing core lit up once more, I groaned long and hard and grinned into the bedding. Lucas had—no joke—a supernatural-level refractory period. Maybe he was making up for lost time after not losing his virginity until two months ago with me.
This time, since we'd both come so recently, we took our time with long, drawn-out, lazy fucking in a handful of different positions until eventually we both gave in to soul-shaking climaxes.
Neither one of us made any move to get under the blankets or even turn off the lights, and I quietly loved being able to see all of him. So we just lay there with our limbs intertwined, staring into each other's eyes while our breathing slowed and our sweat cooled. If anyone had told me a few months ago that's what I'd be doing with my nineteen-year-old dancer, I'd have laughed in their face.
But there was nothing awkward or uncomfortable about it because he was a part of me now. He owned a piece of my heart, like I owned a piece of his.
Eventually, he shivered and reached for the crumpled blankets to pull over both of us, then propped his head up on his hand to peer at me thoughtfully.