Dancer

His body grinds against mine. My cheeks flush as he continues to dance. The screams of the women around us somehow get louder. His hands grasp mine and stroke them down my body.

Slowly getting lower and lower until I feel his cock beneath the thin flag. My eyes close, and I laugh as he continues to dance against me. His head lowers, and I feel his breath wash over my neck.

"Anyone would think you like me, miss." His words taunting. "Twice in one week."

Anna laughs. "Don't flatter yourself; one party was for my birthday; this one is to celebrate my divorce being finalised." Okay, so yes he is hot, but it is a coincidence, my sister ordered the dancers.

It just happened to be the same guy both times.

"Well, congratulations on your divorce. Great news for us." He winks and continues to dance.

"Us? Who are us?" I watch as he moves against me. Pushing his body against mine.

"Oh, just me." He winks and drops the flag, my hands flying up to cover her eyes as everyone cheers louder. I feel him grasping my hands and stroking them down his body until I'm touching his uncovered cock.

Biting my lips, my eyes open, and I stares at him. His body still dancing against mine. I don't move her hands from his cock, just stares at him as he finishes dancing before he wraps the flag around his waist.

Winking at me, he steps out of the room.

"Erm, I'm pretty sure he isn't meant to put your hands on his naked cock." Lucy laughs. "I'm surprised he didn't just carry you out and fuck you."

Groaning, I cover my face.

"And now you essentially just put his cock in your face as it was in your hands like ten seconds again." Everyone is laughing. "Here, you pay him." Lucy holds out the money, and I take it.

As I walk through, I stop when I see him with the phone in his hand. He's still not dressed. His eyes raised, and he looked towards me.

"Yes?" He steps closer to me, and my mind fights to find the answers. I place the money down, still unsure of what to say. My eyes go to the flag tied around his waist, willing it to fall down as he steps closer.

Stopping ahead of me, his hand grasps mine, moving it down until it pushes the flag away from his body, leaving him standing there naked. His body pushes against mine as his hand grips my chin.

"I'm going to fuck you now if that's okay with you?" His head tilts, and I nod, still unable to find words. His lips find mine, and I moan against them, feeling his hand slide up my legs, pushing the dress higher.

I watch him drop to his knees, his hands tugging down my underwear and helping me step out of them. His mouth begins to kiss up my legs, slowly reaching my core. I feel his tongue dance against my sex, getting faster as I grasp his hair, my hips moving and grinding against his face.

Pleasure spikes through me as I cry out and hear him groan against my clit before biting it playfully. I watch as he stands up, his arm wrapping around my body and lifting me.

I hook my legs around his waist as he thrusts inside of me. His body is moving, and his hips are rolling, and fuck, he shows why dancers are great in bed.

My hands pull against his hair as he grips my neck. His hips begin pounding hard and fast, my body exploding against his as pleasure burns through me. My cries of pleasure get louder as he pins me against the wall.

His hips not slowing, as his teeth bite against my ear. "I should dance for you more often in private." His teeth bite again. "Then fuck you and remind me of how fucking amazing you are."

His words are muted by my screams as I orgasm, and he groans, his hands holding my body against his. Grunting, he thrusts harder once more. His body shook against mine.

"You, miss, are bad. You made me break all of my own rules in one night." His eyes taunt me, and I smile.

"I wonder how many other rules I can get you to break in two nights?" My smile widens.

"Oh, we shall see." Winking, he walks off and gets ready, giving me a quick wave before leaving. I want to have a party, just to invite him again. Would it be bad to?