Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two (2 page)

Angela moved around the edge of the stage as
the music was drawing to an end, the last minute winding down. As
subtly as she could, she moved the money from her thong to her
garter, as more money was added. The audience was slowly losing her
focus, no longer holding her attention as much as Darren did. His
gaze was steady on her, mesmerizing.

His arms were no longer folded across his
chest. Instead, he held his hands fisted at his sides. Angela knew
if it was quiet in the room that she would be able to hear his
growling, the deep sound welling from the dominant side of his
nature. He was finished allowing other men to ogle her. Why he
insisted on watching her last set of the night, when he knew it
would get his desire all worked up, she didn't know. And frankly,
given the pounding he would give her later, Angela didn't care.

As the last bars of the song crashed over
her, she moved to the center of the stage and dropped to her knees.
Arching back to her shoulders, she grabbed the edge of her g-string
and pulled it hard, snapping the thin fabric. For a brief moment,
she bared every inch of her body to her audience, as the last beat
of the song echoed against the walls of the bar. The lights above
the stage went dark.

Dropping to lie flat, Angela took a few deep
breaths, and then rolled over and stood. Her legs a little shaky
after the fifteen minutes of non-stop mental foreplay, she quickly
grabbed her outfit and stool, and stepped off the back of the
stage, into the back room, and moved aside as the next dancer's
name was called.

Lily paused at the edge of the curtain.
Swatting her ass, Angela told her to knock 'em dead. The first song
of the next girl’s set started, and she stepped onto the stage.

Angela watched Bethany for a moment, smiling
as she stared hypnotized at Lily's antics on stage. Gently, Angela
clasped her shoulder in her hand and whispered in her ear, "Just
remember, it's all about you."

She nodded shakily and Angela turned away to
grab her robe off the back of a nearby chair and hurried to the
dressing room. Several of the women were back there, chattering as
they took their break, but they all knew she wasn't interested in
pausing to wind down.

With sly smiles, lots of winks and comments
while she hurriedly dressed, they bid her goodnight.

Grabbing her purse from her locker, she
rushed out of the back room. Pushing through side door, Angela
exited the building into the parking lot. There Darren was, waiting
for her. His dark-eyed gaze trailed over her as she moved towards
him, his hot eyes fairly burning through her clothes. He turned the
key and started the engine on his bike as she moved to stand beside
him. She climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his
waist, holding tight to his muscular body.

Her breasts crushed against his back as he
guided the machine out of the parking lot and into the busy
traffic. The vibration of the motorcycle was working its way
through her system. Angela loved it when the night was clear and he
could pick her up this way, rather than in his car. She knew she
would be dripping wet by the time he peeled her jeans down her
legs.

Wind rushed past them, whipping through her
blonde hair, as he effortlessly guided them down the street and
around corners. Time no longer had meaning, what seemed only a
heartbeat later, they pulled into the parking lot of his apartment
complex.

After pulling into his slot, he slid down
the kickstand and killed the engine. Angela sat behind him, her
breath coming in little gasps from the exhilaration of the ride. It
was the best way to wind down from a night at work.

"Come here," Darren rasped the first words
he had spoken all evening. Lifting her foot, she wrapped it around
him, and with his help, slid around in his lap, so that she was
facing him. All around them, apartments faced the parking lot. Any
one of his neighbors could be watching them, but she didn't care.
It was all part of the rush.

Threading her fingers through his hair,
Angela pulled his head down to hers. With a growl, his lips pressed
against hers, his tongue sweeping past to claim her mouth. His arms
tightened around her waist, crushing her against his chest.

Her hands slid down to his shoulders,
gripping them as she leaned back, breaking the kiss. His lips moved
to her neck, and he bit her. She knew that he was claiming her,
marking her as his in the most elemental way. In his way. Shivering
at the delicious sting, she ground her crotch against the hard
bulge of his lap. His hands cupped her ass and he stood. Swinging
his leg over the bike, he climbed off. Angela unlocked her legs
from around his waist, and slowly slid down his body. When her feet
touched the ground, the top of her head barely reached his
chin.

It always made her feel fragile, standing
against him. Despite her years of martial arts training, she knew
if it came down to it, he could easily overpower her. Yet he never
made her feel threatened, just... conquered. Even now, when she
could feel the effort it took for him to hold himself still rather
than throw her to the ground and thrust into her, she felt
safe.

As she stepped back, the street light cast
half of his face in shadows. The other half seemed chiseled from
stone, with its strong jaw line and sharp cheekbone. Clasping his
hand in hers she led the way to his apartment, making sure to add a
little sway to her walk.

A delicious tingle worked down her spine as
she mounted the steps, slowly moving closer to her destiny. She was
going to be fucked. Judging by the way he had looked at her in the
club as she had danced, it would be hard and hot as hell.

When they arrived at his door, he reached
around her and unlocked it, pushing it open for her. Angela stepped
into the dark hallway, and the instant the door closed, he was on
her. His arms slid around her waist and held her trapped against
him. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he fought
for control. "I want you," he breathed.

Almost frantically she worked at the buttons
of her jeans. Bending over, her ass rubbing teasingly against his
groin, she slid her jeans and panties down her hips and kicked them
off. Turning in his arms, she reached for the buttons on his shirt
and worked them free; pressing little kisses against his chest as
she slowly bared his smooth skin.

He didn't show as much restraint with her
shirt. He raised his hands, grasped the edges of the fabric, and
pulled, popping the buttons off. They hit the wooden floor with
tiny little pings. Then his mouth was on her, his teeth rasping
against her breasts as he tugged at the edge of her bra.

As Darren yanked the material down, Angela's
left nipple sprang free. Nipping at the hard bud, his hands clasped
her hips and pulled her tight against him. His zipper rubbed
against her clit, generating a sweetly painful friction. Arching
against him, she teased herself against him as she reached behind
her and tugged at the clasp on her bra. Sliding her arms free,
Angela let it fall to the floor.

Darren's hands cupped her ass and pulled her
up against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she climbed into
his embrace. But instead of carrying her to the bedroom, he moved
over to the sliding glass doors that lead to his balcony.

He set her down in front of the doors and
stepped away. "Wait here," Darren ground out, his voice deep with
need. Then he stepped away. In the near dark, with moon light
behind her, she couldn't see what he was doing until he flicked on
a light beside the sofa.

He was breathtaking standing there in the
dim light, completely naked, his cock sheathed in Latex. As he
moved towards her, her heart started to pound. He moved like a
panther, slowly creeping up on its prey before pouncing. Then he
was there, a breath away from her.

Suddenly, he gripped her hips and spun her
around, pressing his body against her back. Holding her hips, he
guided her to lean against the door. "You're a cock tease, and you
know it, right?"

"Mmmhmm," Angela murmured.

"And you love it. Showing off your body,
getting men all hard and horny, then leaving them wanting you."

"Yes." She knew what he was doing, and she
craved it. She could feel her juices trickling down her thighs

Darren hand gripped her hair tightly,
pulling her head back. "But you're not going to get away with it
Angela. Tease."

His other hand tightened its hold on her
hip, pulling her back into the curve of his hips. His cock slid
along the cleft, brushing against her pussy lips. Reaching down,
Angela parted them and gently guided his cock head in, then reached
up to hold onto the door.

"Fucking cock tease." That was all the
warning she got before he thrust hard against her, driving halfway
in. Angela braced herself against the door as Darren pounded
against her. "Say it."

"I'm a cock tease," she gasped, as his cock
filled her.

"Look out the glass. Out there any number of
men could be watching you get fucked, pretending it was them
instead of me fucking you."

"Yes." Just the idea made her hotter.

"They're stroking their dicks, imaging your
tight cunt wrapped around them."  Angela imagined there
were dozens of gazes watching them from the other apartments; hands
slowly stroking cocks as he thrust against her.

His teeth nipped at her neck as he pounded
against her. Her pussy clenched around him, tight with the steady
build up of sensations that welled within her. Angela leaned
against the doors, her nipples tingling with the contact to the
cold glass. She shuddered in his arms.

"You purposely teased me tonight, driving me
slowly out of my mind, watching other men watch you."

"Mmmmhuh." Darren's hand tightened in her
hair, and she arched her neck back, giving him greater access to
the slender column of muscle he loved to bite.

"But you're mine." He bit down as his cock
surged into her. She wasn't sure how much more she could stand. Her
orgasm was building with her, tightening all of her slick inner
muscles. "Mine to fuck."

"Yes." She whimpered in need. She knew he
could hear her, but he continued his steady even pace.

"You're mine. Say it." She could hear his
harsh breathing in her ear and feel the heat of his breath on her
shoulder. The masculine pitch of sounds that was distinct to
him.

"I'm yours." And that's all it took to
unleash his animal. With a soft growl, he surged against her, his
hips slamming into her ass cheeks. Her arms shook as she braced
herself. His hand untangled from her blond tresses and joined hers
on the glass, bracing them as he pulled her into each of his
thrusts.

She closed her eyes as a riot of sensations
crashed in her body. The whirlwind twirled inside of her, centering
within her pussy. He thrust hard against Angela, raising her onto
her toes and her world exploded. Her pussy clenched tight around
him, milking his cock as tiny rushes of pleasure washed over
her.

Her legs threatened to fold under the weight
of his onslaught, but his hand on her hip held her up as his cock
swelled inside her. He ground against her, his hips making tiny
jerks against her as he came.

When her pulse calmed, and she could breathe
again, she opened her eyes and looked out into the night. Across
the parking lot a light flicked on, and she saw one of his
neighbors standing there, watching them.

"We have an audience," she whispered. Behind
her, he fought for breath, his body trembling.

"Good. Let them watch. They can't have
you."

Pushing off from the glass, she turned in
his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed the cord
and pulled his blinds closed.

* * *

Sylvia lit the last candle on the nightstand
and laid down the lighter. She picked up her list and pen, crossing
the second to last item off. Muttering to herself, she went over
the list again, just to double check things. "Purchase jingle
bells, mistletoe, and red ribbons, check. Change the sheets and
make the bed, check. Take a nice long bath with lots of bubbles,
check. Change into naughty Ms. Claus nightgown with added
accessories, check. All that's left is the soft, slow Christmas
music and I'm all set."

Humming
White Christmas
, she tossed
the list in the trash and crossed the room to the dresser where the
CD player sat silent. She had no sooner turned it on when the front
door opened. It only took a moment, so she flipped her head down
and tousled her sandy tresses, giving the appearance of having just
had wild sex. She knew Devin loved seeing her hair in wild disarray
almost as much as he enjoyed the sight of her kneeling before him,
her lips wrapped around his cock.