Southern Gentleman (Charleston Heat 3)

For one heartbeat, then another, I kind of just…stand there. Swaying slightly from one foot to the other. The gin loosened me up a bit, but I still feel awkward and stupid.

I’m also worried about scaring people with my TDP.

But then Julia is slipping her hands underneath my jacket. She’s pulling me even closer, grinding her hips against me.

My dick screams.

I start.

“Jules—”

“It’s all right.” She bites her lip. “No one will see but me.”

And then she grinds against me again. And again.

My body starts to move. Pure instinct and need. I’m hard but I don’t care. I just keep up with Julia. My hands on her waist, her sides. Her ass when no one is looking.

We dance to Donna Summer and The Village People. She laughs when I spin her, and I laugh when she spins me and I completely fuck the whole thing up, nearly taking us both down when I bend my back too much.

I stop thinking about what people will think.

I stop thinking about my pants. Even though they’re getting really fucking tight.

I stop thinking about my past. About work.

I just dance. Like an idiot. I let go and throw my hands up when the band plays “Shout.” Julia falls on her butt when she tries to go low, and the two of us are laughing so hard we’re crying as I pick her up off the ground.

I’m sweating. Smiling. Moving.

Julia is right there with me, bumping into me with welcome regularity. She’s got her fingers in my hair. She’s turning around and rolling her ass into my crotch.

I pull her to me, her back to my front, and trail my lips over her neck.

She turns her head to look at me. Grins. Eyes alive with mischief. Arousal.

I wonder how wet she is.

“I’m happy,” she says.

“Me too,” I say.

We continue our dance floor dry humping until the very last song.* * *Back at the hotel, Julia comes out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe tied at the waist.

I’m waiting for her just outside the door. She startles, eyes going wide.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

In reply I pick her up and turn around, setting her on top of the tall boy dresser on the opposite wall.

“I need you,” I say, using my hand to part her knees. Her robe falls open a little, revealing her red satin thong. “How bad do you need me?”

She bites her lip. “You mean how much did your Patrick Swayze dancing turn me on? Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Keeping my eyes trained on hers, I use my first two fingers to glide her thong to the side. Revealing the slick folds of her pussy.

I press my thumb to her center. Groan when I find her hot and swollen and fuck so soft.

She’s this hot for me.

She’s this hot despite the fact that I looked like an idiot on the dance floor.

Or maybe because of it.

Julia’s mouth falls open. She looks at me through heavy lids, breath starting to come in pants.

I play with her for a minute, drawing my thumb lightly up her cunt. Across it. Staring at her in wonder. Her legs fall open a little wider.

I step between them and, gliding my hand from her pussy up to her waist, reach for the knot there and give it a tug. Her robe falls open. I guide the robe over her shoulders, baring her tits.

She shivers. I groan.

Her breasts are fucking perfect. They’ve gotten heavier. Fuller. Her nipples have darkened, gorgeous, raspberry-colored circles.

I lean down and trail my mouth over her belly. Up to one nipple. I give it a gentle suck, holding her bare waist in my hands, and Julia arches against me, fingers slicing into my hair.

“You looked so beautiful tonight,” I say, carefully giving the underside of her tit a small bite. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you stepped off that bus. And when you started dancing—sweetheart, I was done.”

When I hook my fingers around the straps of her panties and pull them over her legs, she falls back against the wall. Face flushed, tits firm and high, cunt bared to me.

I want her bared to me. All of her. The way I’ve bared myself to her.

“I’m glad you decided to dance, Grey,” she says. “Really, really glad. You know, you’re not half bad.”

I grin. “Hey. I was better than that, wasn’t I?”

“Show me,” she says, a wicked little smirk on her lips. “Show me how good you are, baby.”

I cup her breast in my hand. Draw my thumb over the hardened point at the same moment I press two of my fingers down over her clit, then back up again.

Julia’s head falls back.

I toy with her nipples. Toy with her pussy, circling my fingertips through her folds, taking my time while she eggs me on by bucking her hips.