StripperwithSpice (14 page)

No man has ever thrilled me this much. I don’t think anyone
else could even turn me on now.

“I just drenched this thong,” I whisper.

“Oh, well. We’re buying it anyway.” Caressing my back with
long strokes, he sucks my other nipple harder than the first.

Despite my best efforts, my breaths come so fast and hard I
can’t muffle their sound. When he thrums both sore nipples with his tongue, my
knees give out and I collapse into his arms.

“How are we doing in there?” the salesgirl calls out from
the other side of the door.

We? Did she see Carlos come in here with me?

My heart hammers into my throat as I scramble out of his
arms. “Just fine.”

“Okey-dokey. Call me if you need any help.”

Yes, I need help. There’s a dangerous, sexy man in here with
me and I have no idea what he’s going to do next. He’s taken over my brain and
body, making me completely helpless.

I sag again, in relief this time, when she goes to the next
door and does the same thing. That woman asks for a different size. I hope the
salesgirl goes away so Carlos can escape without being noticed. When I reach
for my clothes, he steps behind me and clutches my arms.

“I have a favor to ask,” he whispers in my ear.

“Sure. Anything.” After all the stuff he’s buying me, how
can I say no?

Instead of answering me in words, he grabs my hand and
places it over the bulge in his jeans. The texture of denim-covered cock
hardens my sore nipples even more.

No, he can’t possibly— I know he plans to have astounding
sex after what happened at his apartment but here? Now?

“My balls are aching from watching you in this lingerie. I
need to come. Now.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. He does want to have sex in here.
Knowing him, I’m not even surprised.

“I want you to suck me, Janice.” As if he’s already assumed
I consented, he sits on the wooden bench and unzips his pants.

A pop song by a young female artist plays through a nearby
store speaker. Over and over, the taunting voice urges and dares me to do
something. Despite the unsolicited advice from the song, I shake my head. What
he asks is too risqué.

“Can’t we do it back at my place?”

“I can’t wait that long and I can’t drive that car with a
stiff dick.” He pulls out his swollen erection and strokes it, releasing the
spicy musk of his arousal.

“Oh!” The word pops out of me, unbidden, while my brain
short-circuits from lust.

“You’ll have to swallow every drop too,” he adds, circling
the damp slit at the end with his index finger. “We wouldn’t want to leave this
place a mess, would we?”

“Do you think this will be big enough, honey?”

The sound of the salesgirl’s sudden voice so close by almost
stalls my heart. The heat on my cheeks is not a blush, it’s a conflagration.
She’s talking about lingerie to the other customer, I remind myself. What if she
walks in and sees Carlos’ hard cock reflected in the mirror? Will she arrest us
or grab it for herself?

Knowing I won’t get out of here without a long argument, I
decide to give him what he requested and get it over with quickly.

Not that I don’t want to… My mouth waters with anticipation.
I’ve never had him this way before. Will he taste as spicy-good as he smells?
With my bra straps still dangling over my shoulders and my bare nipples poking
out, I kneel between his legs.

He’s so hot and slippery in my hand a fresh flood of
moisture drenches my thong. His cock would feel so good riding inside me and
pushing deep. Under the bright lights, I can’t help admiring his perfectly
shaped organ up close. It’s tan like the rest of him but with a deep-red
undertone of urgency.

I insert the ruddy head into my mouth to rest on my tongue.
My eyes close as my taste buds jump to life. He does taste spicy-good, just as
I imagined. Making a tight circle with my lips, I slide them down his shaft a
few inches and stop.

“That’s it,
querida
. This won’t take long.”

He slips in and out of my mouth so effortlessly I hardly
have to do a thing. My palms rest on the denim covering his thighs. I haven’t
done this to a man in a long time and I was never much good at it. I’m also
sure he’s had this done a million times by women more expert than I, but I try
not to think of that. Right now he’s mine.

My nails bite into his thigh muscles as I try to take him
deeper. I don’t just need to be good. I need to be the best he’s ever had.
Stiff and hot, he enters my throat. I stop hearing the voices of the shoppers
and the beep of a nearby cash register. Nothing but the ocean, my blood, rushes
through my ears.

I freeze when my throat twitches with the first sign of
rebellion.
Oh great.
Why not gag and look like the biggest amateur who
ever lived?

He slips out immediately and strokes my hair. “Easy. It
takes time to develop that skill. I’ll teach you when we have more time and
privacy.”

Part of me wants to stop, but I can’t stand the thought of
another abrupt ending to our pleasure. Pretty soon he won’t even bother to
initiate sex with me.

“I guess I’m not very good at exhibitionism,” I say, wiping
my mouth.

Carlos’ cock, slick from my saliva, still stands erect. “I
guess it’s not for everybody, but I love the excitement.”

“Here’s something bigger and the underwire is stiffer too,”
the salesgirl tells the woman next door. “Do you think you can handle that?”

“Give it to me,” the woman answers with conviction.

Exactly. My man asked to be satisfied and I’m going to do
it, even if we’re still here when the store closes. I take his hand, pull him
to his feet and sit on the bench. Without an explanation, I insert his shaft
back into my mouth, but not so deep this time.

He leans his head back and groans when I scratch the hot,
shaved skin of his balls with the tips of my nails. “God, yes…
mis cojónes
.”

“What on earth was that?” the woman next door mutters. “I
swear, this world is full of perverts.”

Carlos claps a hand over his mouth, but having his cock in
mine keeps me from laughing. His hips glide from side to side and in small
circles. I grip them to hang on. He’s actually dancing in my mouth. His penis
is here, there—everywhere—and I’m chasing it, needing this is as much—even
more—than he does.

His hands open and close at his sides, signaling the
pleasure coursing through him. The veins on the backs of them are as swollen as
the ones roped around his cock. Then his fingertips rest on my scalp—stroking,
kneading and even scratching. My clit throbs with a steady, insistent pulse,
reminding me I need to come tonight too.

I dig my nails into his hips to hold him still so I can take
him over the edge. Before I know what’s happening, a shudder radiates from his
body to mine and the first gush of hot love-seed rushes into my mouth. His
rigid belly butts the top of my head once for each spasm. I struggle to
accommodate each milky jet. Holding on to his hips for support, I manage to
swallow every drop.

He’s right. This is exciting. My heart pounds as if I’m
doing a high-powered aerobic workout and my cunt is so tight I’m not far from
coming myself. Is this how people feel after they’ve gone bungee jumping?

Breaking free, I take some much-needed breaths and lick the
silky wetness from my lips.

His head droops with exhaustion as he looks into my eyes.
“That was the best. My legs are so weak I don’t think I can even walk out of
this store.”

The best, huh? Wow. I think this is the first time anyone
has ever told me that. I’ve never been the best at anything. Janice Sullivan has
always been just average. Just getting by.

A loud knock on door nearly sends me out of my skin as I
scramble to my feet.

“Ma’am, you’ve been in there awhile and people are waiting.
Is everything all right?”

“Y-yes,” I call out, my voice froggy with cum.

“Does it fit?”

“Like a glove,” I answer.

Carlos zips his fly before helping me get out of the
lingerie and back into my clothes. I walk out first, thinking he’ll wait a bit
to be discreet, but he comes out right behind me. Of course, the salesgirl is standing
right there with her jaw dangling.

“Men aren’t allowed in there. It’s against the rules.”

I hope he doesn’t tell her what he thinks of her rules.

Instead he points to the blue lingerie, broken in by our
lovemaking, balled in his hand. “We’ll take it.”

By the time we leave the store, we’re both laughing so hard
we can barely stand.

“I bet your last shopping trip wasn’t this fun,” he says.

“Not by a long shot. Now what are you buying for your
mother?”

He points to the jewelry store on the corner. “She likes
earrings.”

As we walk toward it, a toddler runs across our path, falls
down and cries. With the skill of a parent, Carlos kneels and reaches out to
him.

“Hey, buddy. Take it easy. Where does it hurt?”

Looking at Carlos with big, bashful eyes, the boy finally
points to his elbow and his sobs dissipate into sniffles.

Carlos rubs the elbow. “I have magic hands and I’m going to
make it all better.”

The mother runs to her child and scoops him up. “Thanks. I
can’t believe you got him to stop crying so fast.”

“I had a lot of practice with my younger siblings,” he
replies as he gets up.

The woman’s eyes are a little too fixated on Carlos, so I
clear my throat to remind her I’m there. After she walks away with the boy in
her arms, I look at my man with new appreciation.

“She’s right. You are good with kids.”

Which reminds me I’ve never wanted them. The career was
always enough…until now. Seeing him with the child reminded me of the
conversation we had at the football party about houses being homes.

One minute his cock is thrusting in my mouth and the next
I’m picturing having his kids. He’s too confusing for words.

Maybe looking at jewelry will distract me. Unfortunately
diamond engagement rings seem to be the store’s main product and the overhead
lights emphasize the dazzling sparkle. Holding my hand, Carlos gazes at a
display of pearl earrings.

“What do you think?”

“They’re all nice,” I say. It’s hard to make a suggestion
because I’ve never met his mother.

After the salesman unlocks the case with a jingling set of
keys, he takes out the pair of pearl earrings Carlos selected, but my
boyfriend’s attention has already shifted to a nearby display of sapphire
studs.

“Which ones do you like?” he asks me.

I draw my hand back from the smooth glass case and step
back. “Sapphire earrings? I couldn’t accept such an extravagant gift.”

The stubborn glint returns to his dark eyes. “I want to do
it.”

When I point to the smallest and least expensive pair, he
laughs. “You need a microscope to see those. I want everybody who looks at you
to know you have a man who can take care of you.”

The salesman unlocks that case too and withdraws a pair with
square-cut stones. These definitely don’t need a microscope.

“Do you like them?” Carlos asks me.

“They’re beautiful but—”

“I asked if you like them.”

I finally nod. After he pays for them, he asks me to wear
them. We wait while the salesman gift-wraps his mother’s earrings.

The sight of all the shopping bags Carlos grips in his
strong hands fills my body with a strange mix of helium and warmth. Every
crinkling sound they emit seems to announce to the world how much he spent.

I have new clothes, lingerie, shoes and jewelry. This is all
so wonderful but strange. It’s not the money that thrills me but the way he
values me. He probably spent more on me tonight than his own mother.

I can’t help wondering if he’s done this for other women but
I doubt it. Today I feel as though I’m the most special woman in the universe.
So why does the ground seem to shift beneath my feet as if an earthquake will
swallow me up?

Something this good can’t possibly be real. Isn’t his job
creating fantasies? What if that’s all this is? One big cotton-candy
fantasía
.
I don’t want my bubble to burst when I’m one hundred feet off the ground.

Uh-oh.
I’m analyzing again. Maybe I need permanence
more than all this stuff. Maybe receiving a box of Cracker Jacks from a man I
know would be around forever would have more value, but I don’t dare tell
Carlos that.

“Thank you so much for everything,” I say instead. “You
really shouldn’t have.”

He stares straight ahead. “You’re not comfortable with my
gifts, are you?”

“Honestly?” I look down at my feet. “No, I guess not.”

“Do you want me to return everything?”

“Of course not.” The wet thong would definitely violate the
lingerie store’s return policy. “I just need to get used to it.” But if I get
too used to it, I’ll miss it when it ends.

He turns and fixes me with the darkest stare yet. “Tell me,
Janice. Would the gifts be easier to accept if I was older and had a
traditional career?”

I don’t answer because I can’t honestly say no. Doesn’t he
realize I can’t conceive of a life without regular paychecks? Luckily the
salesman tells us the gift-wrapped earrings are ready. We can finally get out
of here.

On our way out of the store, Carlo takes my hand as he
pauses in front of a marble wall display of diamond rings. What now? This man
is so unpredictable I wouldn’t be surprised to see him get down on one knee in
the middle of the store just for the thrill of it.

My breath freezes in my lungs as I search for a sign of what
he’s thinking. His eyes blaze with something warm and terrifying.

He wants this, I realize. He wants forever.

“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” he asks softly.

My throat is so dry it convulses when I swallow. “Yes, they
are.”