“Show me Jack the Stripper.”
Holy fuck!
His chest starts to heave as his breathingbecomes heavy. He pushes me down and I land with a little bounce onthe edge of the white couch. He slips his shoes off and I vaguelyhear music playing in the background; a trippy remix of Muse’sMadness.The melody sounds like something straight out of aQuentin Tarentino movie. I think it’s louder than I perceive, butI’m not sure, this whole situation is clouding my head.
Ryan starts to move, snaking his body to therhythm. Slowly, he slides his shirt down his arms and drops it ontothe floor, exposing his well-defined chest; it’s hard and toned andlooks slick, like he rubbed baby oil all over it. Then he startswith his pants, undoing the button of his jeans with one deft,smooth flick. After that, he leisurely slides his fly down, teasingme with glances of his shiny blue briefs. His body is so agile andprovisioned, like each move is tuned to exhilarate my senses. Andexhilarate them it does. Because now he’s standing in front of me,one article short of naked. He’s beautiful and seductive andbewitching; and he knows it.
My heart is racing because all I want to dois tell him what I want. What I really want. And that’s him, insideme.
My head is racing because everything I knowis telling me this is taboo. Something frowned upon in my socialcircle.In my father’s social circle.My rationaleand my desire are slicing me right in two.
Ryan forces my knees apart and then crawls ontop of me as my head and body go to war. He urges me onto myelbows, all my nerve endings throbbing as his body overtakes mine.I grab onto his neck with one hand as he grinds and rolls, everyinch of him surging against every inch of me. And it’s So. Fucking.Hot. I can barely stand it. Then I look up into his eyes and I’mshocked at what I find; emptiness, nothingness, just a vacantstare.
He really has given me what I want; he’sshown me Jack the Stripper.
My heart constricts, because this isn’t theRyan I know and definitely not the one that I want.
I hear Emily’s voice inside my head:Don’t be scared. Show Ryan who’s boss, then lethim break you down. Let him know you can be strong and confident,and still be vulnerable in his arms.
Well, I guess now is as good a time as any totake her advice.
I push Ryan off me and onto his back. “Alana,what the-”
“Shhhh,” I put my finger over his lips tosilence him; his eyes are huge as he looks up at me. I wonder if Ican kiss him? I want to, but I don’t.
Then I stream my fingertip down his jaw, overhis chest, teasing his skin, stroking and caressing until I reachthe line of his shiny blue briefs. He throws his head back and letsout a little moan. Then I start to move, channeling my innerBrittney Spears.
No, I can’t believe I’m doing this, but thisis the effect Ryan has on me. He pushes my limits, he always has.That’s why I love him. Why I’ve always loved him. He makes me feelalive.
I mimic his moves, rolling my body over histo the rhythm of the music; bumping and grinding, amplifying thefriction that’s already crackling around us. Then I sit up andstraddle him, shake my hair out and smile temptingly. Ryan runs hishands up my thighs with his fingers splayed as I circle my waist ina seductive dance. I stop him with an impish finger wag before hegets too far. He bites his lip and groans as I place his hands overhis head. He strenuously watches my every move with parted lips,ragged breath and a spellbound expression.
I start to untie the string of my wrap dress,a little, white sexy number I thought Ryan could have some funwith.
Little did I know howmuchfun we weregoing to have.
Slowly, still keeping with the seductive drumof the music, I unwrap one side of the dress, then the other,revealing a blush pink mesh bra with a diamond studded front clasp,and panties that match. Both completely see through.
“Fuck, Alana,” Ryan growls, grabbing my hipsand bringing my body down to his, showing me just how much heapproves. I brace myself with one hand on his chest and feel hisheartbeat pouring out from underneath it. Then I lean down and kisshim, closing the distance between us. And not just the physicaldistance, the emotional one. If I want to truly know Ryan, I needto walk a mile in his shoes, although tonight, I feel like I’mrunning a marathon.
I go to slip off my dress when Ryan stops me,“Not here.”
“Why not here?”
“Because, I don’t want our first time to beon a leather couch that has a hundred thousand miles on it in theback of a crowded night club. Or anyone getting a glance of yourass in the air either, it’s mine.”
“You also don’t want to give the other womenany ideas?” I quip.
“Something like that.” He sits up so we’renose to nose. “You’re so fucking incredible,” he says, then kissesme slow and hard, boiling the blood in my veins and roasting themuscles in my body, signifying exactly where this night is headed.And I can’t wait.
“You ready to get out of here?” He wraps mydress back around me and ties the string, double checking to makesure the knot is tight; the look in his eyes is carnal, almostpredatory.
I nod, because there is suddenly a lump in mythroat the size a boulder from the anticipation and fear. Oh God,sex with Ryan, and Jack the Stripper. Reality has just kickedin.
We barely get into Ryan’s apartment withclothes on.
We did nothing but paw and pull and press oneach other in the elevator and down the hallway to his front door.My whole body is screaming for him to touch me, anywhere,everywhere. Right. Now.
He pushes me back onto his bed andaggressively attacks my neck with kisses, stroking every inch of mybody with his hands, shoving my dress up past my waist. He groansas he grinds his hips into mine. He’s ready. We both are. I think.Shit. That’s my problem. I think too much. I think about Ryanslipping out from between the beads with another woman, I thinkabout what we did behind the curtain and wonder if he enjoyedhimself as much with her as he did with me. I think about all thewomen he’s had; and all I’ve had is him.