King Asshole

“Have you ever thought about … I don’t know, dating?”

“I have thought about it and then decided completely against it. I have no interest in seeing the same old pussy. That’s just me.”

“You’re going to die a sad, lonely man, Jax.”

Ryan hung up, and Jax stared at the phone.

“There’s also the fact that I don’t want to fuck you,” Dani said.

He’d not heard her come out of her bedroom. She stood, one hand on hip, the other holding her laundry. She wore a silk negligee that molded to every curve. Shit. He’d only ever seen her in pajamas, nothing too sexual, and right now he was struggling to keep his dick from getting hard once again.

“You really need to work on your style. Goodnight, Jax.”

****

Three days later

Standing in their apartment alone, Dani had a rare weekend off. She hated these times as she always found herself bored. However, Jax was out working a double shift, and she was all alone. The stripper pole was looking very tempting.

When she first moved away from the sweet suburban town where she grew up, she’d rebelled a lot. Found sex amazing, worked any job she could. Then of course she’d stumbled into a pole dancing class, only this class had been for fuller women. At first, she had thought it was a joke because as far as she was concerned, only slim women could work that pole. Watching this class though, seeing the strength and beauty in the women, she’d signed up.

Moving toward Jax’s stereo system, she found a sexy, slow song. It had been a few weeks since she’d been back to that class as it was now a little out of her way. Seeing the pole that Jax had pretty much guaranteed she wanted to be part of this place.

Swaying her hips, she moved toward the pole, wrapping her fingers around it, and leaned back, getting accustomed to what the pole could take, but also warming up her body with dance.

Removing her shirt, she threw it across the room. An ugly sports bra, a pair of shorts, with her hair bound on her head—it was the least sexy thing she’d ever worn, but it would work.

Wrapping a leg around the pole, she leaned back and twirled. Closing her eyes, she let herself go to the beat of the music as she lifted herself up.

The pole was her friend, her guide. The song changed, going into another beat, and she worked up the pole, and slowly brought herself down. It had taken months of practice. The first time she tried to do anything sexy without building her strength, she’d ended up right at the bottom, and of course she’d found that utterly amusing.

After another two songs, she came to a stop, resting her head against the pole.

“Holy shit,” Jax said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

They hadn’t talked since the night she heard him on the phone to his friend trying to find some reason why not to sleep with her.

As if she’d sleep with him. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion, far from it in fact. She didn’t like him.

He was an asshole.

Ha, he was the king of assholes.

Jax was alone.

She took several deep breaths.

It was so much easier to see him as the asshole when he was behaving like one.

Neither of them said a word.

Just stared. She loved looking at him like this. Somewhat unkempt.

He closed the door and locked it.

Biting her lip, she waited.

He stepped closer to her.

He only wore a shirt that seemed to stretch tight over his heavily inked muscles.

She shouldn’t be aroused by this or turned on.

He was a horndog.

A nightmare to any woman.

As he cupped her face, tilting her head back, he slammed his lips against hers. She lost all focus. There was no thought as she gripped the pole behind her back, holding onto it as he sank his fingers in her hair. In a quick swipe he had the band that contained her hair on the floor, and she moaned when his tongue slid across her lips, demanding entrance.

Her pussy was soaking wet, her nipples tight.

She wanted him. Releasing the pole, she gripped his shoulders, not wanting to let go, refusing to give up that hold on him.

He thrust his cock against her stomach.

Putting a hand on his chest, she slid it down until she held his hard cock in her palm. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” She broke the kiss, but Jax just trailed his lips down her neck, sucking on the pulse, making her gasp and moan.

“I don’t give a fuck what we should be doing. I’m doing what I want.” His other hand moved from her shoulder going down to cup her ass. He drew her close, and she couldn’t fight it. Within a few steps he was sitting on the couch, and she was straddling his waist. Cupping his face this time, she took control of the kiss, grinding against him.