“Fuck, that was amazing,” I tell Jake.
“Yeah, girl!” I hear someone in the crowd say and there’s some applause.
“I think the club needs to tip us or something,” Jake says, laughing. He grabs my clothes and then his own, and we start to get dressed. I know we’re both covered in sweat and cum, but this is a walk of shame that I don’t mind at all…this is my idea of a “walk of shame” if ever that was a thing.
Despite Jake’s joke, he leaves a fantastic tip and then we head out of the club.
And I walk out of that club with a special strut in my step. This was a hell of a night…and I don’t think I’ll ever think of ‘dancing’ the same way ever again.
Layla
When the limo comes to a stop in front of my building, I say what I wanted to the first night Jake brought me home.
“Do you want to spend the night?”
He doesn’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
A giddy smile spreads across my face as we climb from the limo and he tells his driver he’s no longer needed. We make our way to the elevator, and as soon as the doors slide shut, our hands are all over each other like a couple of horny teenagers. Like we didn’t just fuck our brains out at the club. Like we can’t get enough of each other.
And it’s true, at least for me. I can’t get enough of Jake Kent.
There’s no question for me now. I have genuine feelings for him. I can’t deny it. He’s absolutely everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. More, really, because I never imagined I’d be with someone who could meet every sexual need that I didn’t even know I had in the first place.
He’s my equal in so many ways. And he’s actually a good guy. I know this now. My first impressions of him were so far off base.
The only thing I’m not sure of at this point is how he feels about me. There’s a tiny part of me that worries he might be using me to keep his show from being fined. What if I’m being manipulated? I don’t actually believe it, but he hasn’t said how he feels about me. Yeah, that jerk-ass lawyer tossed out that comment about him being in love with me, but Jake never mentioned it. Acted like it was never said.
By the time the elevator reaches my floor, I’ve managed to get his tie off and most of the buttons of his shirt undone.
I’ve kicked off my shoes, and am ready to get the fuck out of this dress the minute we’re behind closed doors. Though at this point, who the fuck cares if anyone sees me? It was such a rush to know that anyone could be watching us at the club.
“How about a shower?” I murmur against Jake’s mouth as he ravages me, pushing me backwards out of the elevator and down the hall toward my door.
“As long as it’s you, me, and no clothes, I’m in,” he says with a wink, sliding his hand up my thighs and under my dress, ripping my thong right off in one quick yank.
I laugh in shock and poke him in the chest. “That’s the second pair of panties you’ve ruined.”
He wraps his arms around me from behind when I turn and unlock my apartment. “Only the second? I must be slacking.” Scraping his teeth along my shoulder, he dangles the ruined lace in front of my face. “I like you much better without them.”
Once inside, the clothes fly off in a rush, neither of us able to wait another minute.
“How about that shower?”
I squeal as Jake grips my waist and hauls me up against him. His thick, throbbing cock presses against my belly, and I can feel my pussy ache with need again. Then he drops his hands to my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, groaning at the feel of his hard body against my wet folds.
Jake carries me to the bathroom and turns on the water, never letting me go. When we step into the warm jets of water, I sigh in contentment and relax against him.
“Perfect way to end the night, right?” I say, the hot water making my muscles relax and my body go limp. Suddenly I realize how tired I am.
Lowering me back to the floor, Jake tilts my head back and watches me with a small smile as he gets my hair wet.
“Shampoo?”
I hand it to him silently, then run my hands along the ridges of his abs as he works the shampoo through my hair. My eyes close, and I just enjoy the sensations of his hands in my hair and his hard body under my fingers. I let my hands wander down further, and open my eyes when Jake groans as my fist cups and strokes his perfect cock.
“Definitely the perfect way to end the night,” he says with a lazy smile.