Chapter 5

5

ELLA

M y heart was pounding so hard, I was sure it was slamming into the wall of my chest. My legs were trembling. My palms even felt a little sweaty.

The problem was, I was about to execute some not-so-easy maneuvers on this pole. Sweaty palms and knocking knees would not help with that.

“Could you do me a favor?” I asked Zane.

He’d pulled up a chair and now he sat, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for the show. “Anything.”

That word went straight through me, making me feel tingly all over. “Could you play some music? Whatever you think would work for this.”

He focused on his phone, tapping around on the screen, and that oddly gave me a little relief. A few seconds without being watched helped me take some deep breaths and compose myself.

I could do this. I just had to remember what we learned in class.

It took a couple of minutes, but soon he had music coming through the speaker on his phone. It wasn’t the best sound, but it did the trick. It replaced the silence in the room, which made me feel a little more comfortable moving forward with this.

I was aware of Zane’s eyes on me as I flirted with the pole, moving in circles while holding onto it, wrapping one leg around it and spinning around, then another, then both. The pole dancing instructor said I was a natural. I wasn’t sure how to take that at the time. I was a virgin who could work a stripper pole like a pro. If journalism didn’t work out, I could always do this for a living.

When I finally dared to look in Zane’s direction, the heat in his stare only encouraged me. He was enjoying this. I almost wanted him to undo his pants and start touching himself, and I was surprised that just the thought sent heat straight to the area between my legs.

This whole experience was making me wet. Wetter than I could have ever imagined being. Just knowing he was watching me turned me on.

I finally released the pole and pressed my back against it, then I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, sliding the straps seductively off my shoulders. The more his stare intensified, the bolder I got, gradually revealing my breasts and tossing him a flirtatious look as I dropped the bra to the floor.

His hand moved up his own thigh, settling at the top, just near that bulge I’d noticed almost as soon as we started the tour of this place. It was proof that he wanted me, and that made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth.

There was something else exotic dancers did. I’d seen it on TV shows and movies.

Smiling at how self-confident I felt, I began walking toward him, putting a little extra sway in my step as I put one foot in front of the other. He stared at me with wide eyes, and I wondered if he was even breathing.

“Are you going to give me a lap dance?” Zane asked with a slight smile.

I paused in front of him. Lap dances weren’t part of the class. I didn’t even know how to do one. I tried to remember all the times I’d seen them on TV. How hard could it be?

“What the customer wants, the customer gets,” I said without smiling.

Maybe I wasn’t so bad at this roleplaying thing. It was kind of fun. Who would have imagined that a virgin could work a stripper pole and give a lap dance?

As I parted my legs and straddled him, the fire ramped up in his eyes. Despite the fact that my breasts were at eye level for him, he held eye contact, and his intense expression told me this wasn’t just sex for him. This was something so much more.

His pants were rough against my thighs, and it only turned me on more. But my biggest focus was on his bulge, which I could feel through the thin cloth of my panties. I put a hand on each of his bare arms to help balance myself and slid along his length, not breaking eye contact as I did.

After only a half minute or so, his lids slid shut and he let out a groan. His hands remained at his sides, gripping the edge of the armless chair. I took that as a sign I was doing things right. He was working hard to hold back, and I was heading straight for an orgasm.

I’d never had one before. I’d never even tried. I figured knowing what I was missing when it came to sex would only make it harder to abstain. But this heat between my legs felt so good while also making me a little squirmy. I wanted release, and I wanted it soon.

That restlessness reached a fever pitch, so I climbed off his lap, turned around and shook my ass a little, and moved back toward him, sitting on his lap facing away from him. He still didn’t touch me, but I saw the heat in his eyes when I looked back over my shoulder at him. He wanted to touch me. Was he waiting for permission?

I leaned back against him and turned my head to put my mouth in kissing distance. He stared down at my lips for a long, heated moment before finally moving his head until he could capture my mouth. Even with the awkward positioning, the kiss was heated and filled with emotion.

Yes, this was definitely more than just sex.

My body ached for his touch, so finally, I grabbed his right hand and moved it to my stomach. That seemed to be all the invitation he needed.

As I moved my hips to slowly slide my pussy along his shaft, his right hand slid upward, covering my right breast. His left hand joined it, and soon he had me squirming in reaction to the feel of his fingers moving over my nipples.

When his right hand began creeping downward, a noise escaped my mouth. I wasn’t even sure what the noise was. Not quite a sigh or a moan—more of a squeak. I rolled my eyes at myself. Way to be sexy, Ella. Just what every man wants—a virgin who squeaks in bed.

But those thoughts fled once his fingers slipped behind the waistband of my panties. He moaned as his finger slid inside me, and I wasn’t sure whether it was because he’d discovered how wet I was or because my hips were moving even faster now. I was sliding over his erection so desperately, I wondered if he might come in his pants before this lap dance was over. That was probably something that happened in professional lap dances all the time.

How often did the woman performing the lap dance come, though? That was the real question.

My eyes slid closed as his finger began moving over my clit. That was the key to a woman’s orgasm, or so I’d heard, and I could see why. It felt a-ma-zing. If this was what sex felt like, I’d definitely been missing out.

He began planting kisses along my shoulder as he drove me closer and closer to orgasm. I, meanwhile, seemed to be losing all control. I wasn’t even sure what was going on with my hips, but his bulge was definitely growing.

As my orgasm slammed into me, I cried out, forgetting our surroundings. Nothing mattered but what was happening between the two of us.

Finally, I stilled and tuned into the silence around us. It sounded like we were still alone. Nobody had crept in during our lap dance. I was guessing he’d been on guard for any hint that we had company. But I had to make him come before we could get dressed.

“Stand up,” Zane said as he withdrew his hands. “Go to the pole.”

I smiled, both at the commanding tone of his voice and the promise of what he had planned next. This was getting hotter by the second.