Stripping Callum (Last Hangman MC Book 6) Page 9

  I place my legs on the outside of his and rub my ass into his junk. I can feel him get hard and press against me. There’s a sense of pride in making a man hard with just grinding into him. I like the power, it’s exhilarating.

  After a few seconds, I get braver and start caressing my body. One hand dips into my panties, not really touching myself, but giving the illusion as the other one grabs my boob, massaging it. His breathing grows, heaving, and he starts grinding into me.

  I find myself wanting to actually touch myself. I’m so horny and wet, it’s insane. I don’t recall the last time I was in this state.

  Taking a deep breath, I get up and turn to face him. I straddle his lap again and can see the outline of his cock through his jeans, and what Gail said is true. He’s massive. I stare at it for a few seconds, and his chuckles bring me back to reality. It’s the second time he’s busted me staring. This has to stop, but I have a feeling it never will. I’ll always stare no matter what.

  I straddle him again and grind my hips into him, pressing my chest against his, breathing against his neck. Now, I know they aren’t supposed to touch you, but I’m not about to tell him to remove his hands from my hips. They feel way too good there.

  Moving back a few inches, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I don’t know if it’s what I’m supposed to do, but at this time, that’s what I feel like doing. I drop it to the floor and his eyes zero in on my boobs. I sit up tall, moving my hair back and letting him get a good look.

  I can see that he wants to grab them and play with them, but he can’t. It’s satisfying to do that to a guy, even though it’s slightly mean. He’s paying to be teased anyway, right? So, let’s tease him.

  I grind harder against him and his hands travel up my side slightly, bringing me against him again. I place my hands behind his head on the back of the chair and rest my forehead against his as I grind harder into him. My boobs brushing against his chest, sending delicious shivers down my spine.

  His hands find their way back to my hips as he helps me grind on him harder. The rough material of his jeans against my most sensitive area that is barely covered by tiny black lace panties is driving me wild, and I’m ready to come.

  This was supposed to be all about him, but it’s quickly turned into all about me, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.

  “If you don’t stop this I’m going to come,” I whisper lowly so the guard outside doesn’t hear. I don’t want him to burst my bubble.

  “I’m not going to stop,” he whispers as low as I did and grinds his hips into me. I have to bite my lip to stop the moans from escaping them. I wasn’t lying when I said I was close. I really am, and he’s dead set on making me come. Not sure if it’s a daily occurrence here, but I’m far too gone to care.

  He squeezes my ass and makes me ride him harder as we’re still forehead to forehead. In no time, I find myself coming on him, eyes tightly close as I can’t believe what I’ve actually just done with a total stranger.

  “Open your eyes,” he whispers, and it’s like he’s compelling me to do it. I open my eyes and look into his. He looks like he’s going to explode from pleasure, but keeps a poker face.

  Grinding my hips harder into him, I ride my orgasm out, dead set on making him come, too, but he removes his hands from me and makes me sit up. I feel the loss of our intimacy and frown. He points at the curtain and winks at me. I take it what we just did isn’t something I should have done, and he doesn’t want to get me or himself into trouble. Either way, I have mixed feelings about what just happened. While it was mind blowing and probably the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I feel cheap because I was paid for this.

  This is frustrating me already. I don’t know how it’ll be down the line when I’ve done this a couple of times. Not that I know if I’ll ever do such a thing again with any other guy. I feel like it would taint my impression of what this is all about, but who knows what the future holds.

  Callum

  Coming here tonight was probably the best idea I’ve ever had. I needed to empty my mind after the few bad weeks I’ve had and seeing Ruby or Annabella, from what I’ve seen in the papers for her car, again was a nice bonus. I knew she would be here. I’ve looked into her and followed her. Call me a creep, I don’t give a fuck. There’s something about this woman that makes me unable to stay away from her, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

  A part of me just wants to give into it and see what could come out of it, and the other part warns me to stay as far away from her as I possibly can. That part is quickly shut up once she comes on stage.

  She looks so innocent and beautiful. The fact that she looks like she has no clue what she’s doing is weirdly enticing. She’s making me feel things I never thought I’d ever feel. I want to protect her from all the evil that is out in this world. Sure, I feel that way about the girls at the MC, but not on the same level. It’s a need that I have deep inside me to protect Annabella, and she has no idea. She doesn’t even know I exist.

  Looks like she’s noticed me after all. Her eyes are traveling up my body, lingering on my legs and my lips the longest. There’s something about a woman taking her time to check you out. It makes you feel wanted when you don’t even like yourself that much.

  I still feel responsible for what happened to Alina and Billy. I’ll carry that with me forever. It’s the one thing holding me back from letting myself feel comfortable with someone again. I’m too scared for something to happen to them because of the way I lead my life. Dangerous people are after me all the time, and I wouldn’t want to bring it upon another woman and risk her life again just because I couldn’t stay away from her. That’s what I’ll have to do with Annabella, but I don’t know how. My willpower to stay away from her is already really thin as it is. Almost nonexistent.

  Her first try at stripping wasn’t anything to rave about if you go by the technical way other strippers do it, but there’s something about her innocence that makes it all the more exciting. A lot of people would think it’s wrong of me to want to protect her and have her in my life when she’s almost half my age, but I don’t give a fuck. She might look young, but if you look in her eyes like I’ve been for the past few minutes, you can tell that she’s been through a hell of a lot in her young years. That and the fact that I’ve looked into her already.

  As soon as she bends down to pick up her money, I go get a shot. I need something to clear my mind. I should have left, it would have been best for my own sanity but I had to stay, especially after hearing this low life piece of shit joke about getting her to give him a blowjob.

  Nobody touches Annabella that way. I won’t let anyone hurt her, ever, even if she doesn’t want me in her life. I’ll make sure she’s safe and protected.

  While she gets herself changed and ready to walk the floor, I go to the bathroom quickly and take a leak.

  Sometimes I disgust myself. I’m literally going after a twenty-something-year-old because there’s something in me that just wants her and wants to protect her, and I’m too much of a coward to stay away from her and say no to her.

  I wash my hands and walk back into the main part of the strip club, and I see red when I set foot in there. One of the guys has her on his lap and is holding her forcefully. The guards are talking amongst themselves and don’t see what’s going on right in front of their eyes.

  Flagging them down, I make my way toward the table of lowlife pieces of shit, and I grab her away from him. I hope I didn’t hurt her in the process, but I’d rather do so than have him traumatize her for good.

  Ready to punch the guy who had her on his lap, security guards come out of nowhere and escort them out. The logic would be that I would follow them and bash their skulls in, but I don’t do that. Instead, I kneel down and make sure Annabella is alright.

  Our talk is a blur, all I can see is the bruise she’ll have on her arm from where the guy grabbed her, there’s already a red mark appearing.

  My brain doesn’t register anything
after she says that she’ll give me a lap dance. Despite what she just went through, she wants to give me a lap dance to thank me. And like a fool, I accept. I should say no. I should tell her to go rest and not bother with it, but I’m glutton for punishment. Having a tiny, beautiful woman rub all over you isn’t something you say no to, and who knows who she’ll have to give a lap dance too if I just walk away.

  I take her hand and lead her toward the back of the strip club, where I’ve been way more than I’m willing to admit over the years. I love coming here. Despite having to pay to have a woman rub against you and not get a happy ending, it’s nice to have a woman be something else than just ready to suck and fuck you. Even though it’s nothing intimate on a deeper level, that’s probably the reason I come here so often. Get some intimacy without the burden of having to make small talk and risk having feelings for another human being. I’m not willing to let myself go through that again. That and the possibility of being hurt are two big red flags I don’t want to get anywhere near. Yet, here I am, willingly getting way too close to Annabella, and for what? To get my heart broken? To break her heart? To have her get hurt or worse? Told you I was a glutton for punishment.

  I sit in the leather chair, and she starts doing her thing. I can tell that she’s never given a lap dance, but just having her against me is fucking amazing. I help her out with a better position, and she gives into it, rubbing up and down her body.

  As soon as she gets up, something seems to snap into her and she unhooks her bra and removes it. Her boobs are perfect. Nicely round and soft, milky skin. I wish I could reach up and touch them, but I don’t want her to think I’m like one of those assholes.

  To my surprise, she’s the one who does all the touching, besides my hands resting on her hips. I know I’m not supposed to touch her at all, but I can’t help it. I can’t keep my hands to myself, and I’m glad I’m not with the way she’s grinding on me, clearly getting herself off.

  Do I wish I could be doing more than just helping her grind against me? Yes, of course, I’m only human. Knowing that she’s riding me to get herself off is extremely hot, and my erection is getting rather painful, but I’m not about to just bust in my pants like a little boy. I’ll wait until I’m gone to do something about it. This is all about her and her pleasure.

  Seeing her come is the single most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She’s looking in my eyes, riding it off after I asked her to open her eyes, and I’m glad I did. The pure lust in her eyes is enough to make me bust, but I focus hard on not doing so. I don’t want her to think I used her to get off. It’s really not the case.

  I bring her body against mine as she comes down from her high and caress down her back. I shouldn’t be holding her; I shouldn’t be touching her, but I can’t help myself. I know the guard is going to come barging in soon, but I don’t care. I need to hold her against me, even for a moment.

  “Thank you,” she whispers against my neck.

  “What for?” I breathe out. Her warm breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine. She does crazy things to me, and she doesn’t even know it.

  “Making me come,” she whispers, sounding embarrassed.

  “The pleasure was all mine, Bella.” I kiss her shoulder, and she sits up.

  “How do you know my name?” She looks at me shocked that I let it slip. I could just be calling her Bella because she’s beautiful, but truth is, I’m letting myself get in too deep. I want things I didn’t think I’d ever want again, and I don’t know much about this young woman.

  “Time’s up!” the bouncer says, poking his head in and chuckles. “Time was up five minutes ago, actually.” He smirks at Bella, and she looks embarrassed.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” She gets up quickly and puts her bra on again.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. It happens, and I wasn’t really paying attention.” He grins.

  “Were you listening in on us?” she asks sounding totally mortified.

  “No, my girl called me and well, let’s say the cubicle next to yours got some use.” He chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh.

  “That’s reassuring.” She rolls her eyes.

  “I’d have been there in a heartbeat if anything were to happen.” He raises his hands up.

  “Yeah right, I’m sure you were too far gone for that.” She glares at him.

  “Promise, I wasn’t.”

  “Right.” She blows out a breath and stands there looking unsure of what to do.

  “I’ll see you again soon,” I whisper into her ear and kiss the side of her head before handing a few bills to the guard. Enough to pay for her lap dance and some extra for running over time. I don’t care about paying for lap dances, but I never pay for sex and never will. That’s my one rule.

  I walk off before she gets to say anything and walk to my bike parked outside of the strip club. While I’m not willing to pay for sex, I know there are always a couple of club whores who will be more than willing to get down on their knees and suck dick, and that’s just what I need. A willing mouth to empty my balls into. I don’t want to fuck. It would feel wrong after what happened with Annabella.

  I groan to myself realizing how pussy whipped I already am. How the other guys said they were feeling for their women early on, I feel the fucking exact same, and I don’t like it one bit. Not because she’s not worthy of being loved, but she deserves better than me and well, there’s always the possibility that she wouldn’t care about me that way.

  I don’t even know why I’m getting myself so worked up so soon. I’m turning into one of my friends already…what is happening to me?

  Annabella

  I can’t believe I let time overrun.

  I can’t believe I made myself come on a client.

  I can’t believe he helped me get off and was content with it.

  What a first day at my new job, right?

  Walking back inside the backstage area, Gail hugs me.

  “I heard what happened. Are you alright?”

  “I’m alright, yes.” I hug her back, and I’m sure I have a stupid smile on my face.

  “Why does it look like you just had the best orgasm ever?” She looks at me suspiciously.

  “Probably because I just did.” I turn about as red as her shirt.

  “Do tell!” she yells excitedly.

  “Can we do that at home?” I say shyly.

  “Oh yeah, you bet your ass we can. We have a hot date with some ice cream and a hot story.” She claps, and we get our stuff before leaving.

  In hindsight, it wasn’t as bad as I first imagined. There was one incident, but that was quickly forgotten. Callum’s last words still linger in my mind and make me wonder when he’ll be back. I want him to come back, and if I’m honest, I’d like it a lot better if I only had to give him lap dances, but it doesn’t work that way, sadly. Lawrence isn’t pushing us to do a certain amount of lap dances per night, it’s how ever many we feel like doing. The more we do, the more we get, but with $25 per lap dance, I’m good with one per night and the tips that get thrown on stage are on top of my salary at the café. I’m not in it to make a shit load of money, just to have some extra to save up and get Elijah more toys and save up for a bigger place.

  Some girls only have this job as a source of income, so I get why they would want to rack up as much as they can. I’ll willingly let them give lap dances to the dirty old perverts. I can’t do it, and I’m not sure I could live with myself if I were to just do lap dance after lap dance. There’s something intimate about them, or maybe it was just with Callum. Who knows?

  “I want to know every single little detail!” Gail exclaims driving us home. Her mom is there taking care of Elijah.

  “About what?” I pretend I have no idea what she’s talking about.

  “Don’t play innocent with me, it doesn’t work.” She huffs.

  “He took me to the VIP corner, and I gave him a lap dance. That’s all.” I shrug.

  “Yeah, r
ight. You had a shit-eating grin plastered on your face. Spill woman!”

  “Okay! Keep your panties on! I was grinding on him and getting horny, and he was holding my hips and helping me grind harder and yeah, I came.”

  “Man, don’t make it sound so poetic.” She frowns.

  “What? That’s what happened. It was fucking hot; I have to admit.” I proceed to give her every single detail and by the end, we’re at her place and she’s fanning herself.

  “Thank you for the visuals, I’m going to have nice dreams now.” She smirks, getting out of her car. I’m dreading the teasing that’ll come tomorrow when we’re at the café.

  We get in and her mom is asleep on the couch. Neither of us wants to disturb her so we check on Elijah who is sound asleep then go to bed. We both had a long day and night and need sleep desperately.

  I totally overslept. It’s ten, and I’m late for work. Gail’s mom, Suzie, took Elijah to the park and I have to hurry to get ready, or I’ll get fired and won’t be able to live off doing one lap dance per night.

  Getting ready and to work in record time, I try to sneak behind the counter without Josie noticing, but she knew that I was late, and she’s openly laughing at me through the window of the kitchen.

  “Your ninja skills need bettering.” She winks at me.

  “Sorry, it won’t happen again,” I mutter.

  “It’s alright, Gail and I managed. Don’t worry about it but you missed my new crème brulée cronut.”

  “Aww man! That’s worse than the possibility of being fired.” I pout.

  “I almost feel bad. Almost,” Josie says walking over holding a plate with the sacred cronut as if she was Rafiki holding Simba in The Lion King.

  “You. Are. The. Best!” I exclaim and take the deliciousness in my hand before taking a bite. I savor it because this is better than sex. It’s rich and creamy, sweet with a hint of saltiness, not too heavy or dense, just fluffy enough to fill the puff pastry without making it overwhelming. This is heaven. “This. I have no words. It’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”