Copper, page 12
“A dance?”
“I was thinking the other day that I’ve never given you a proper dance.”
“Proper?” I ask, a small smile inching half my lips into a smirk.
“Nobody else around. No waitress asking if you want a shot while I dance. Just for you.”
She snakes her arms around my waist, and I bury my face in her hair. It’s familiar but also surreal since I was just dreaming of this. Was my dream a prophecy of sorts? My heart pounds in my chest, and I wonder if she can hear it or even feel it against her head.
“Let me dance for you, Aaron," she whispers against my chest. "It’s what I can give you for helping me. Just us.”
I let her hand slide down my body until she winds her fingers with my own. I let her lead me out of the small room and down the hallway to the main floor where she pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit at the edge of the stage. She leaves and goes to the DJ booth for a minute, and I watch her with hooded eyes as she flips through the music options, smiling when she settles on one.
“What do I get this dance to?” I ask in response to her smile.
“An oldie from a few years before our time. Ever hear of Samantha Fox?”
I nod my head. “My mother listened to it.”
“Do you know ‘Touch Me’ by chance?”
A small groan comes from my throat from the innuendo of the song name, and she bounds out of the DJ booth as soon as the first notes play, probably trying to reach the stage quickly to take advantage of as much of the song as possible. On her way to the stage, she drags her hand across my shoulder and kisses me on my temple.
I bite my lip as I watch her climb the stairs to the freshly-mopped platform and grab the pole with one hand as she circles it, preparing for a dance.
And she dances with abandon. She closes her eyes as she works the pole, doing the moves from memory. A full climb with a perfect and graceful martini spin back down, followed by a gyrating backward somersault before crawling on her knees back to the pole and doing another fancy spin.
This is just for me.
As Samantha Fox sings about feeling her heartbeat next to her lover’s, my own heart swoops in rhythm to whatever move Lucy does on the pole. When a note draws out for longer than a couple beats, she uses her core strength and flips herself upside down as she looks at me for the first time since the dance started.
Her strength is almost intimidating. She rights herself and does a few more climbs and spins, all done with such fluid precision that I wonder how long she spends practicing. When did she learn this skill? I’ve never thought of it before, but a lot of work goes into this preparation.
That hair. I can’t take my eyes off the auburn strands as it moves in time with her – fanning her shoulders when she’s upright, moving with her as she spins, and barely whispering across the floor as she hangs upside down.
She slides down the pole and finishes with a backward roll until she crawls to me, her eyes black holes of want, as I wait patiently at the edge of the stage. My breath comes in short gasps, and I realize I’m panting for her. My shoulders tremble with desire and the urge to have her long legs thrown over them. Our eyes lock as she crawls like the animal I want to fuck her like, and she rears up on her knees, her breasts in my face.
The first rule of a strip club is that you don’t touch a dancer in the main area. Not on the stage. Not during a lap dance.
But I touch her. Actually, I lick her. I lazily drag my tongue from under her breasts, over the fabric of her bra, and lick the top of her left tit as an unmasculine whimper comes from my chest. She gyrates and rubs my back, fisting my hair every few seconds as I give the same attention to the other side of her body.
She’s done things to me in this club. I’ve watched her fuck another guy while I took his ass from behind in this club. This is the first time I’ve done anything to her body but kiss her since I was nineteen, and I want more. Need more. My hands circle her waist and push her back to the floor. Any non-dancer would fall ungracefully, but she’s graceful as she simply bends back, pulls her legs out of the fall until they dangle over the stage, and pulls me by my hair as she leans back.
I’m half on the stage and half standing at the edge of it as I kiss her breasts, and her stomach until I can’t stand it any longer. I stand, selfishly pull her hips to me, part her legs, and move the short shorts she’s wearing to the side as I press my lips to her cunt like I’m a starving man.
Her taste overwhelms me. Did she notice my familiar taste when she sucked me off the first time I came here to see her? It’s the first thing that crosses my mind. She still tastes the same – slightly sweet with a savory undertone I could never place. The skin around her clit is salty, but her pussy tastes of something dessert-like. Eating Lucy is like bingeing on pretzels and then wanting something sweet to cut the salt.
Back and forth I move over her skin. I fuck her pussy with my tongue and then swipe up, circling her clit until she gasps and rocks into me. I’m driving her insane as I move away from her clit, desperate for another taste of every hole at her center.
“Fuck, Aaron,” she moans, fisting my hair and spreading her legs wider so I can lick, nip, and suck every inch of her core.
But I know how to really drive her nuts. I push two fingers into her pussy and make a come here motion that arches her back. I take her engorged, throbbing clit into my mouth. I flick my tongue over her as I suck, and the trifecta of sensations is too much for her.
Her legs clench my head, and if I wasn’t so intent on getting her off, I’d giggle at her exuberance. Her legs shake against my ears as she bucks into my face, working my mouth without shame. She moans and her fingers either grip my hair or scrabble against the stage floor like she doesn’t know what to do with them and what part of me to grab.
Eventually, she settles on fisting my shoulders and curling into an abdominal crunch as she squeezes her eyes shut and says my name over and over.
I know she squeezes her eyes closed because I watch every flicker of pleasure roll across her face. I watch every muscle twitch. I watch her bite her bottom lip so hard I worry it’ll bleed. If it does, I’ll lick that too. Wetness coats my tongue, and I lap it at it like a dehydrating man in a desert.
When she’s spent, she flops back on the stage and loosens her leg grip around my head. I don’t stop licking her, though. I lick away every drop of wetness she released with her orgasm and give her clit one long lick before saying goodbye for the moment with a soft kiss.
I work my way up her stomach, moving her bra to the side as I kiss her nipples, and move to her collarbone. My lips find their way to her neck until I kiss her cheek and move so my mouth is next to her ear.
“Let’s go home, Lucy. This time, you’ll stay in my bed.”
Chapter 18
Aaron
I’m frantic for her and control my body as best I can, lest I come in my pants like a virgin. Laying her on the bed in my room, I bring her legs around my waist and take off my shirt, letting her run her hands up my body. Her fingers are soft against my skin, and there’s nothing urgent about her touch. She’s having fun.
When she reaches the small patch of hair at the center of my chest, she smiles and lightly tugs on it, combing it with her fingers. “This is new, and I’ve wanted to touch it since I caught a glimpse once at the club.”
“My chest hair?” I ask, a cocky smile on my face as I look down at her in the moonlight.
“There are new things about you I want to know.”
I cup her cheek. “What exactly do you want to know?”
“How you sound when you come inside me now.” She leans up, planting a kiss on my chest right on top of the patch of hair. “I also need to know if Aaron Dwyer has some new moves.”
I fist her hair and move her face so it’s an inch from mine. “I have all kinds of new moves,” I taunt and kiss her nose. “I’ll show them to you one at a time.”
She moves away from me and brings her finger to her shorts. Quickly pulling them down to her thighs, she slides her finger to her clit. “Challenge accepted.”
A growl comes from my throat, and I pull her shorts down the rest of her body in one movement, dragging the fabric down her legs and tossing the shorts over my shoulder before boxing her in with my arms. “Undo my belt.”
“You aren’t going to undress for me?” she asks, running her tongue up my cheek.
I turn my face and playfully nip at her mouth. “I want you to do it for me. I liked it when you did that for me in the club.”
Her hands come to my belt, undoing it quickly with an expert touch. When it’s undone and my pants are unzipped, she reaches around and cups both ass cheeks, squeezing like she’s been dying to feel them in her palms. I bite my lip at the pleasure of it – having her in my bed. My head spins at the idea of doing this privately in my room and not in the back room of a skeezy club.
Using a combination of hands and her feet, she pulls my pants all the way down, and I wriggle to help her get them off. My cock is already at attention for her, and I rear back on my knees as I slide a finger through her wetness. “Rub yourself here for me while I watch.”
I’m in charge. It’s obvious because she does what I ask without fuss or fight. My heart tightens at that knowledge because it can’t be easy for her to let me have control after being abused for so long. He took control. She lets me have it. She trusts me so much that a decade of abuse can’t destroy our trust in each other.
Lucy licks her finger before letting it travel back to her clit. She rubs a circle around the engorged bud, and I pull her feet to my chest. “Do you remember how I like this position? You pushing your feet against my chest and me taking my time and letting you enjoy every inch of me?”
“Yes,” she whispers in a husky voice. “I remember. I never did that with anyone else but you.”
She means Beck, and I appreciate her not saying that fucker’s name while I make love to her. “I never did that with my wife either. I just…couldn’t. This was our thing.”
“Our thing?”
“Just for us.”
And it was. My mouth waters at the thought of getting it again. With her feet against my chest, I fucked her so deep with long strokes, her legs together as I held them. It was so tight. So wet around me.
“Our thing,” she whispers again like she’s trying the words in her mouth.
I wrap one arm around her thighs and put the other hand on her hip as I slide into her.
We both moan. It’s been so fucking long. Too long. Getting laid by Lucy is like walking into my own warm house after a long, cold day. Her eyes flutter closed and she whispers my name as I place a kiss on her ankle and pump into her, softly at first, then harder. I know she wants it harder by the desperate way she bucks against me.
A tear runs out of her eye and slides down her temple. I wipe it away. “Hey.” I smile at her and get further up on my knees, clenching my ass as I pound into her. “What’s that about?”
“I missed you.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, her fingers working her clit so expertly that she’s already tighter around me, her orgasm building in her core. “I missed this. Lucy. Fuck, baby. I love you so fucking much. Always have. Always will.”
Sweat drips from my face onto her legs as we rock into each other, the headboard hitting the wall. I’ll have to do something about that when the girls come back or we’ll keep them up all night. I plan to have Lucy in my bed every single night and don’t want little hands knocking on the door and wondering about the ruckus.
I lean forward and spread her legs, boxing her in with my arms again. “I never thought I’d be this close to you again,” I say. I press my forehead to hers as she bends up slightly and kisses me. I respond with kisses down her jaw and her neck. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me further into her with every thrust, so far that I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. “I feel so close to you, Lucy.”
This woman consumes me. She takes every inch.
“I love you, Aaron,” she whispers into my jaw as she shatters around my dick. Her body pulses, and I press down on her shoulders to keep her on the bed. Her back arches. Her ass clenches. Her legs squeeze my trunk with so much force, that I marvel at her strength. Nails scratch at my back, and they’ll sting tomorrow.
I keep her in place and continue giving her exactly what’s driving her orgasm. Once a lady starts to come, you up the ante and keep her coming. “I’ll do this to you over and over. I’ve got you here, and I’m going to do everything to keep you in my bed. You think this is the last orgasm I’ll give you, sweetheart?”
She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head back and forth as I chuckle. Her toes curl into my ass cheeks, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
Once she stops trembling, she practically goes limp in my arms. Her arms wrap around my back, a silent message encouraging me that it’s my turn.
I fist her hair in my hand and cup her cheek. “I know it’s hard, sweetheart, but I want you to open your eyes. Let me look at you when I fucking come,” I growl. I sound like a damn animal. I can’t control my voice, but I know she wants me to take control and tell her what to do. I know that with every fiber of my being.
Lucy tries, but I’m giving it to her so hard that her eyes flutter. She may not have another orgasm in her right now, but she’s enjoying the fullness of me - the feel of having me inside her body once and for all.
I pound into her and focus on her eyes as the slightly embarrassing sound of our thighs slapping together fills the room. It’s the universal sound of damn good fucking, and I kiss her nose, her lips, and her cheeks as I cuss and say her name, my climax building in my balls. “Fuck me. Wrap those beautiful legs around me and fuck the shit out of me, Lucy. Take what you want because I’m going to take whatever I want from you. All. The. Fucking. Time.” I thrust into her with each word so hard that I know it’ll hurt later.
She also knows I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.
I grunt one last time as my cock twitches inside of her. My entire body relaxes into the orgasm as pulses of hot cum fill her cunt. Her lips are on mine as I sink into her body, not pulling out even as my dick softens from release. I’m safe and warm inside her. Connected.
She strokes my back with a lazy hand, and we stay like that for several minutes, just breathing in each other’s scent, licking the sweat away from our respective necks, and reveling in the closeness we’ve missed for over a decade.
Chapter 19
Lucy
I blink twice as the room comes into focus. Aaron’s room. Aaron’s bed. His left arm is heavy on top of my body, and I lift it a little, squirming to face him in spoon position, morning breath be damned.
I nestle my body into him, and he pulls me closer until his chest hair tickles my nose. The domestic bliss of his heartbeat and being this close to him brings a smile to my face, and my lips curve into a smile against his skin.
I’ve never had this before. I sure didn’t have it with Beck. Aaron and I never cohabitated or had time to sleep like this when we dated. I was always rushing him out of the house before we were caught, or he had to sneak me out of his bedroom before his parents caught us.
It’s good to wake up next to him and not hand him his underwear and watch him shimmy down my childhood home’s drainpipe.
I ache that I’ve never had this before while he probably had this every morning with Cynthia. From what I saw on his social media and from what I’ve heard, she was kind and good to Aaron. She left behind two beautiful daughters and an amazing life. I should feel sorry for her. But part of me is jealous as fuck that she got to have Aaron as a husband first and give him his first children while I was beaten every day.
Flashes of waking up in bed with Beck the night after our marriage fill my mind, and I grit my teeth. He slapped me for the first time on our wedding night, but at least he saved the part where he had his best man, Rick, come in and fuck me for the day after our wedding. While most brides wake up to a doting husband, I was awakened with Rick naked next to me after Beck let him in, mumbling something about a lost bet.
I said no over and over, but Beck held me down and didn’t even comfort me after it was over. I remember him patting Rick on the back as Rick left the hotel room, treating me like I was just a piece of property that he lost at cards. As soon as the door shut behind Rick, Beck pulled me out of bed by my hair, dragged me across the floor, and told me to get dressed for breakfast and to look like a happy wife.
My heart pounds so hard at the memory that I glance at Aaron to see if the thunderous sound in my ears will wake him.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks with a gravelly voice. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he kisses the top of my head.
“Did I wake you?”
“I’ve been awake for twenty minutes. I just didn’t want to disturb you because I kind of like this.”
“Like what?” I ask, whispering.
He sighs, his entire body relaxing against mine like we’re butter melting into each other. When have I ever felt this warm and loved? Childhood? I don’t even remember feeling this cherished the last time Aaron and I dated. Then again, we were two stupid teenagers.
“I like waking up with you. I like the way your body feels against me. We should do it more often.”
Most men would expect sex, touching, or a lazy morning blow job, but we just stay like this for minutes. Maybe hours. I lose track of time as my hands graze his skin. I drag my nails lightly over his shoulders and all the way down his back as he strokes my hair. He kisses the top of my head or my temple every minute or so, and I revel in the times he kisses my temple because I can enjoy his scratchy stubble against my face.
I must doze off because I wake to the sound of water running. A shower? I was so out of it that I have to think about where I am all over again. The smell of brewing coffee wafts from downstairs, and the familiar sound of Aaron whistling from his bathroom sets my heart pounding.
