Climb (Club Kitten Dancers 3)

“Nice choice,” I comment. They’re purple with white kittens on them. It seems fitting, given the name of my dance club.

I wonder if he knew I was going to be seeing his boxers tonight.

I wonder if he was hoping I would.

I kneel down and he lifts each foot as I tug the pants off and push them aside, too. Now there’s just one more thing holding us apart. Now there’s just one final thing between us.

I should be seductive, the way he was. I should take his boxers with my teeth and pull them down, but the truth is that I’m not seductive like that. That’s not me. That’s Elliott.

Elliott is slow and sensual and precise.

He’s calculated.

He’s cautious.

He likes to plan things. He likes to do things and know what’s going to happen next. He likes to take his time. He’s methodical in everything he does, and that’s part of the reason the military is so good for Elliott.

His precision is rewarded.

It makes him a better airman and a better leader. He’s quick on his feet and he’s strong. He’s careful. He can quickly assess a situation and understand the risks and benefits of the choices he has to make.

Me?

I’m not Elliott.

I’m not calm and patient.

I’m a fucking dancer.

And when I’m on stage performing, I don’t calculate the exact way a move is going to look. I’ve run through each combination a thousand times prior to the performance, but in the heat of the moment, I listen to my body. I listen to my heart. I listen to the fucking music, and then I climb, and move, and pose.

I move my body in a way that feels good, in a way that makes sense in that moment.

And right now, my body is telling me to get his cock in my mouth, so that’s what I do. I reach for his boxers and tug them down to his knees. At the same time, I lean forward and slide his cock between my lips. My hands are still on his boxers, which aren’t even completely off, and he lets out a sound of surprise.

“Fuck, Serenity, fuck.”

Yeah, that’s it. I’m a fucking badass. I raise my hands and grip his ass, pulling his cock forward. I want him deeper down my throat. I want all of him. I want everything he has to give me and more.

His cock is hard. His skin is stretched tight and I know he’s been aching for me, but I’m going to make him feel so good. I’m going to make him feel incredible. He made me feel like a fucking goddess and now it’s my turn to repay the favor.

I’m going to worship Elliott.

I’m going to make him feel like he’s a damn king.

I slow down for a moment and just slide my tongue up and down the sides of his cock. I tease and tantalize, then suck on the tip of his dick for a second. The groan that escapes his lips makes it all worth it to me.

Kissing him here, sucking on him, licking him: it all makes me feel like I’m a sensual goddess, like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

After a moment, I take him deep in my throat and swallow, sucking hard, and he hisses. He actually hisses, and he grabs my hair and pulls me away.

“That’s enough, dirty girl.”

His voice is harsh, tense, but when I look up at him, he smiles at me.

“I want to come in your pussy.”

Chapter 10