Alone
958 Words
*Natalie*
I head back to the break room, breathing heavily as I collapse on the couch, not bothering to get dressed. The only ones coming in here besides the girls are Jasper, who is as gay as they come. The situation had become more heated than I expected. Usually, I'm not affected by giving lap dances; it's a job, and I'm paid to sell a fantasy, to get men excited. I don't get turned on by it; I just pretend to be.
"So, how did it go, Nat?" Jasper pauses, looking at me with surprise. "Uh, princess, you are all flustered. What happened?"
"Nothing happened, Jasper. It's just a job like any other. It's just a bit hot in here," I reply hastily, embarrassed by my body's reaction to him.
Jasper raises an eyebrow and grins mischievously. "Uh, no, it's not hot in here, and you, my dear, are naked. So I'm not buying that one."
"Okay, okay, I don't know what happened. I might have gotten just a tiny bit..." I let out a frustrated sigh and run a hand through my hair.
"Turned on? Horny? Hot and bothered? Making the floor slippery?" Jasper suggests with a big grin, and I throw a shoe at him, but he dodges.
I stand up and wrap a silk robe around myself, making a face at him. "No, Jasper, you know it's just a job for me. It was nothing."
"Keep telling yourself that, love, but that handsome Alpha man looked quite pleased when he left, and very flustered as well," he says with a wink.
I head to the small bathroom, take a shower, and get dressed. It's time for me to go home for the night. I had sort of hinted that I wanted him to come back, but he probably wouldn't. Do I want him to come back?
What was it about him? Sure, he was gorgeous, but many of my customers were. There was more to it; something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. And it Was not the fact that he is an Alpha, I never cared for that.
*Levi*
Lying in bed later that night, unable to sleep, visions of her fill my head, and I can't shake them. I picture the soft, delicate curves of her body, the way she moved on stage, and how she pressed herself against me.
I feel barely contained arousal stirring as the images of her dance behind my closed eyelids. My body responds as if she were actually with me, even though we never really touched. I can see her vivid green eyes and her soft, pink lips, imagining them parting in pleasure. I start to caress myself through my boxers, hoping to relieve some of the tension, and I can almost hear her soft moans in my ear, even though I have never actually heard them before, not like this.
Wondering what it would be like to feel her lips on mine and taste her tongue, I become fully erect. As I picture what her soft skin would feel like beneath my touch, an overwhelming desire takes over. I reach for my hard member, pulling it out of my boxers. I let out a groan, feeling the weight of it in my hand and imagine what it would be like if it were her delicate fingers gripping it instead of my own. I tug and pull, thinking of her stroking me.
I picture her blonde beauty and her green eyes staring up at me, her tongue delicately licking the pre-c*m off the velvety tip as I feel the sticky texture under my thumb. A rough groan escapes my lips as I begin moving my hand over myself slowly, feeling every ridge with my fingertips.
The thought of her tongue teasing along the base of my shaft from the bottom to the top ignites my whole body. My breathing quickens, and my heart pounds in my chest as I envision her taking me into her mouth, going deeper. I increase the pace, feeling warmth wash over me as I imagine her throat surrounding me if she were to let me go that deep.
My lip is caught between my teeth as I wonder how the soft weight of her breasts would feel in my hands and how satisfying it would be to make her pink n*****s hard between my fingers. My hips jerk upward into my touch as I stroke myself furiously, thinking about what I would give to feel her skin beneath my fingers as they glide over her naked, aching form. As my arousal reaches its peak, I imagine her hot, wet walls around my throbbing c**k.
The thought of her writhing body as she rides me becomes overwhelming, and I wish it were her soft center I were thrusting into, instead of my own hand. I tighten my grip, picturing her legs wrapped snugly around me as I make her walls clench around me.
I feel my orgasm take over, and I can almost hear her cries of pleasure in my ears, imagining her gripping my c**k tightly with her aching walls. I let out loud groans as I thrust into my hand until I reach my climax, spurting over my stomach.
I release myself, breathing shallowly as I try to regain my senses. Part of me feels guilty for thinking of a woman like this, but another part of me feels a sense of relief that isn't just physical; I feel a need to get to know her. Something stirring inside me that I have never felt before.
After taking a quick shower and cleaning myself up, I finally fall asleep, dreaming of jade green eyes and soft skin.
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