No One Else (The Ladies Who Brunch 2)

Her fingers graze my neck, and then she drags her nails through my hair before untying the sash on my eyes, revealing herself to me. She leaves my wrists bound behind me—which, let’s be honest, I could easily break out of, but I don’t because she’s obviously put a lot of thought into this little show tonight.

And what a show it’s turning out to be.

Dressed in a bright-yellow lace bodysuit, Amelia backs up and gives me the full view of her body encased in see-through lace. Delicate straps hold up a corset bodice, and as she spins around, I get the perfect view of her ass exposed by the thong attached to the bottom of it.

“Fuck. Me.”

“You like?”

“Hell yeah, baby. Jesus.” I wish I could lift my hand to wipe the drool from my mouth right now, but unfortunately, that’s not possible.

“I’m glad.” She walks toward the pole in front of me and then spins around so I can see her face again. “So remember when you were here that first night and said you wanted to see me dance for you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re about to get your own private show, Mr. Fuller.” She reaches for her phone on the bathroom counter, presses a few buttons, and then music starts to fill the air. She takes off her glasses, throws her hair in a ponytail, and then spins around to face me. And fuck me, it’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard, only the hottest fucking stripper song known to mankind.

But let me preface something—I’ve never been a huge fan of strip clubs or women stripping in general. It’s not how I would choose to spend an evening with the guys if I had the choice, nor do I enjoy watching a woman I don’t know dance erotically. But the idea of a woman—one who you are being intimate with—dancing and tearing her clothes off for you to this particular song is enough to have me wishing I could pinch the tip of my dick since I already feel like I’m about to come.

“Jesus Christ.” I spread my legs wider and try to get comfortable, keeping my eyes locked on Amelia as she reaches up and grabs the pole behind her, bending her knees as she slowly begins to slide down toward the ground. The curves of her body roll and sway as she stands back up, faces the pole, and then jumps up and wraps her legs around it, climbing toward the ceiling.

I’m fucking mesmerized watching her—how she holds on with one leg, trusting her body to keep her up, how she swings her body around and upside down, keeping her eyes on me as she teases me with the way she’s moving. Even her sexy little smirk is enough for me to know that I will undoubtedly be spanking this woman so fucking hard when she’s done because this is the best and worst tease of my life.

I remain frozen in place, watching her and trying not to choke on my tongue as she mesmerizes me through the end of the song.

“I want you to know something, Ethan,” she says as she continues to spin on the pole.

“What?”

With some witchcraft move, she flips around and lands on the carpet flawlessly, catching her balance before letting go of the pole and walking over to me. “You are the only man I’ve ever danced for.”

“I’m fucking glad because if I knew any other man has seen you like this, I’d fucking rip their eyes out.”

She giggles. “Someone is possessive.”

“Only of you, Amelia.”

Kneeling before me, I watch her reach up and unbutton my shorts, sliding them off my legs as I lift my ass from the chair and grant her access to rip them off me. My dick stands tall and proud, hard as stone, and eager to pound into her for all the teasing she’s been doing. But something tells me she’s not done yet.

With her this close, I can see her dark nipples through the fabric of her bodysuit, the delicate straps sliding off her shoulders as she moves. And as she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking it a few times for good measure, I groan and throw my head back just long enough to bring me back to reality when her mouth finds the head of my dick, and her tongue swirls around it in a perfect stroke. “Fuck, baby.”

“I love your cock, Ethan.”

“I love your mouth, your tongue, and your ass.”

“Hmmm,” she moans as she draws me back toward her throat, sucking my length hard as she starts to work me in and out of her mouth. I’d love nothing more than to be able to bury my hands in her hair and encourage her right along, but alas, my hands are still tied behind my back, and I promised myself I would play along with this.

“God damn, you’re blowing my mind, Amelia.”

She releases me from her mouth with a pop. “Mission accomplished.” Slowly, she stands and begins to slide the straps of her bodysuit completely off her shoulders. It basically looks like a bathing suit, but one I would never let her wear in public.

As she pushes the fabric down her body, keeping her eyes locked on mine the entire time, I feel my breathing pick up. I’m growing impatient. I want to touch her and ravage her, yet I’m still under her mercy—and it’s so fucking hot.

Once the suit has left her body, she stands before me, completely naked. “You ready to play?”

“I’m ready to fuck you into next week, Amelia. Now untie me.”

“I don’t know.” She bites her lip coyly. “I’m still having a little too much fun. Maybe I need to show you a few more things.”

“I swear to God…” The groan I let out could probably be heard by her neighbors.

She walks toward me, straddling me as she lowers herself and rubs her soaked pussy over my cock. “You feel so good.”

“I’d feel better inside of you, sweetheart. Now untie me…”

“That’s not how you ask for something, Ethan, and you know it.” She reaches behind me to the box of toys and grabs something, but then moves her hand quickly behind her so I can’t see it. The sounds of vibrations echo as she turns it on, and before I can say anything, I feel her press the vibrator to my balls.

“Oh fuck.”

She holds it there while sliding her wetness up and down my cock again, never letting me inside her but rubbing her clit over my shaft and sliding the vibrator up and down my balls. “Spread your legs.”

“Baby, I’m begging you…please untie me and let me fuck you.”

“Not yet. Spread your legs, Ethan.”

I do as I’m told, feeling her growing wetter as she keeps moving, including moving the vibrator closer to my ass. She doesn’t insert it but teases the pressure point between my balls and asshole, and I swear to God, I’m about to lose my shit.

And then I do.

I rip the sash in half—which, let’s face it, was more decoration and an exercise in trust than an actual restraint—and lift Amelia from my lap so quickly she screams. Tossing her on the bed, I dip my head down and suck on her nipples, giving myself a few moments to calm down so I don’t blow my load all over her stomach this soon.

“You didn’t listen,” she mewls as my hands move all over her, making up for the lost time when I couldn’t touch her.

“You were fucking torturing me, Amelia.”

She giggles as I move my hand between her legs and run my fingers up and down her slit before pushing two fingers inside her effortlessly, sliding them in and out. “I know. Oh God, Ethan. Fuck me, please.”

“Oh, I plan on it. Believe me.” I release her nipple from my mouth and grab my shorts, locating a condom from my wallet and putting it on at record speed. But then my eyes drift over to the box of toys, and I decide to take a peek inside.

Fuck me sideways. Amelia has a smorgasbord of pleasure in here, things I’ve seen but never used myself. It’s hard to feel comfortable enough to explore things with a wife who didn’t want you. But now, I want to do anything and everything with Amelia if she’ll let me.

I pull out an anal plug, studying it in the soft light. “You ever used this?”

“Not with anyone.”

“Just by yourself?”

She shrugs, pushing herself up off the bed. “Yeah. I told you, I test everything out.”

“I wanna see this in your ass while I fuck you, baby. You okay with that?”

She bites her lips and nods. “Yes.”

Amelia gets on all fours, and I grab a bottle of lube from the box, spreading it around her asshole and all over the plug so she’s as comfortable as possible when I put it in. “You ready?”

“Yes. God, Ethan, hurry. I want to feel you so bad.”