Page 32 of Strip Search
Walking intoThe Landing Strip,and finding Molly up on the stage, was the very last thing I thought I’d encounter tonight. We’ve talked about this scenario until I’m blue in the face. I thought she wouldn’t be stepping foot on that stage and I’m furious that she didn’t bother to mention it.
Today has been one pile of shit after another, which resulted in me walking in ten minutes later than normal. I was already dreading coming in here and witnessing another night of assholes touching what should be mine. Finding her up on the stage has me ready to rip heads off everyone involved. The thought of her exposing herself to a room full of horny, greedy, and grimy assholes has me seeing red.
That’s not my only problem – jealousy, something I’m too familiar with had reared its ugly head too. The primal need to claim her as mine rages inside of me.
Looking at her standing before me, her rosy nipples hardened to their peaks behind the skimpiest bra she could find, has my dick ready to explode from my jeans.
I know I should walk away, or at the very least, tell her to cover up with the robe I threw over her a few minutes ago. I promised her brother I wouldn’t touch her. That I would keep her safe. But, when her hands touch me, I know I can’t hold back anymore. Every ounce of resolve I’ve had, for the last four years, since she came to work for me, has gone so far out the window that I know I’ll never recover it.
She did this...because of me.
“You want this, Molly?” I question her, my voice firm – my brain screaming for her to say yes.
“I want you. All of you, Cole.”
I shouldn’t do this.
There is no coming back from what I’m about to do.
“You want me to fuck you? Right here? In a dimly lit room, in the back of a seedy strip club?”
Her hands trace down my ribs and dance along the waistband of my slacks before she cups my length through the fabric. “Yes. I want you to own me.” Her need and desire echos off every word.
The pendulum swing that occurred when I held her in my arms all those nights ago proved one thing to me. That she – was worth the man I want to be for her.
I’ve had to avoid her for the last few days until I could tie up every loose end, including Jade. A woman whose memory has no place here, in this room with Molly and I.
I swallow hard the war between good and evil running rampant in my head.
When Molly begins to slide her hand up and down my shaft, the last piece of my resolve snaps. I take her face in my hands and press my lips to her as I back her against the closed door. Everything about this is primal, needy, and consuming. In the back of my mind, I know she deserves more than this side of me. She deserves for me to take it slow. To savor her. And I will, later. Because I know, one taste will never be enough. But right now, I need to give in to the need that is destroying us both.
Her hands grab on to my arms as I pin her against the door and shift my focus from her fuckable mouth to feast on her tits. Pulling away from the paper thin fabric, I flick my tongue over the buds and suck on them. The sounds coming from her mouth, have my hips grinding against her. I feel like a fucking teenager all over again.
I need to be inside her because I’ll be damned if I’m about to cum in my pants.
Reaching between us, I push down her already loosened shorts while she fumbles with my belt buckle. When I look down, my cock pulses at the sight of the tiny scrap of fabric that leaves nothing to hide. Ignoring the head in my pants, I take her hands off of me, and I hit my knees before tossing her legs over my shoulders. With one tug, I’m ripping the thong from her body and slipping my tongue between her legs. Her hands thread in my hair and pull tightly, spurring me on as I take my first taste of heaven.
Slipping my two fingers inside her wet center, I continue licking and nipping at her sensitive flesh until she’s screaming my name and coming all over my face.
Now. Now I can give in to what we both really want. I quickly stand and adjust her legs around my hips, working my pants down just enough to free my dick, before running my length against her. Lining myself up perfectly, I pause and look at her one more time.
“Last chance,” I growl against her lips. She kisses me back eagerly while grinding against me desperately. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me.”
“Yes. Cole. Yes. Please,” Molly begs and fuck if it’s not the sexy damn thing I’ve ever heard. It’s even better than any fantasy I’ve ever imagined.
“Yes, what? What do you want?”
“Fuck me, Cole.”
One quick thrust. Her head falls forward, and she whimpers as she bites into my shoulder. I’m met with the slightest resistance as I bury myself in her heat. “Molly,” my voice cracks. I’m going to fucking regret this. A part of me already does.
“Don’t,” she pleads, and I can feel a single teardrop hit my skin. “I want this.” To prove her point she uses her arms as leverage, pushing up before lowering herself down on top of my cock again.
She’s so fucking tight.
“Shit,” I hiss as she moves again. I should do something, maybe move us to the table, let her ride me. I twitch inside her at the thought and she groans.
Grinding against me, she begs me again to fuck her, and I give in. With her hands pinned above her head, I slam into her as she screams my name. I’m out of control. It’s hard and fast as I race toward my release. Every time she says my name, I fall further and further.