His Stripper by Darcy Rose, Isabella Starling
Hazel
Myles pulls into the driveway of a modern-looking house on the outskirts of town. For the whole drive out here, I’ve been so nervous I can’t keep my hands from trembling. I barely know this man, other than he owns a strip club and apparently has lots of money. Yet I’m going to live with him in his house.
“You know I can find someplace else—”
“I already told you, you’re going to stay here, and that’s final,” he says, his voice stern. I told him from the very beginning I didn’t like this idea, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Swallowing down my fear, I get out of the car and gaze up at his home. It looks more like a large family should live here and not a single guy. I’m so engrossed by the house that I don’t realize Myles is getting all my stuff from the trunk while I just stand there.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.” I rush over to him and try to grab a bag.
He pulls it out of my reach. “It’s fine. I’ve got it.”
We stopped back at the diner, so I could get my clothes out of my car. Myles didn’t mention it directly, but I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m homeless.
“Thank you…”
“Don’t worry about it,” he brushes it off like it’s no big deal. “You can make it up to me later.” He winks at me, and my stomach does a summersault. I don’t want to think about what he means by that.
I follow him inside, looking around the house like a kid on Christmas morning. It’s an open floor plan, simply furnished, but stylish looking. It’s very masculine, fitting Myles perfectly.
“Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” He leads me up a staircase and down the hall. We pass multiple doors before he stops and opens one.
“This is it.” He walks into the room, dropping my bags next to the bed as I take in the room. The first thing I see is the queen-sized bed with a sleigh headboard and white bedding that looks like clouds. The light gray furniture all matches with touches of dark gray and light blue over the room. It looks so pretty.
I can’t believe I am actually staying here. A tiny bit of my apprehension retreats. Maybe this is not going to be so bad after all.
“What’s wrong?” Myles’s deep baritone voice interrupts my thoughts.
I didn’t even realize that I’d started crying until Myles reaches for me, his thumb wiping away the tear running down my cheek.
“Nothing… I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I guess. Today was a lot. And this room is beautiful. Your whole house is beautiful. I actually…” I sniffle. “I’ve never stayed anywhere so nice, that’s all.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them because I sound so freaking pitiful. “Please don’t feel sorry for me.”
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Really? Is that because you want me to do something else besides stripping for you at the club?” I almost choke on my own words when I realize what I just asked.
“There are a lot of things I want you to do to repay me, but I don’t think you’re ready for most of those yet.” His husky voice sends a shiver down my spine. “But maybe you could give me a blow job?”
“I…” That’s all I can get past the lump forming in my stomach. “I’ll pay you back with the tips I’ll make.”
“You’ll pay me back for the car, staying here, gas, and food? What about interest?”
Interest?
“Yes, all of it. You can have all of my tips, and I’ll find a second job as well,” I blurt out.
Sighing deeply, he takes a moment to inspect me before talking again. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to leave you alone for tonight. You had a long day, so go to sleep, and tomorrow, we’ll talk about what you can do for me in exchange for staying here.”
I want to point out that I’m not choosing to stay here, but I already know it’s going to be useless to say that. “Okay.” I nod and take a seat on my new bed.
“My room is the one next to yours. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, he is out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I take a quick shower in the attached bathroom before putting on my sleep shirt and crawling into bed. A moan escapes me as I settle into the mattress. This is most definitely the plushest bed I have ever slept in.
I feel safe and warm. My stomach is full, yet I can’t get comfortable. I’m exhausted, but my mind won’t let me rest. I can’t go to sleep no matter how long I try to force my mind to shut off. I just can’t stop thinking about what Myles is going to ask from me tomorrow. I should have just sucked his dick earlier and got it over with. Now I won’t be able to rest my mind.
After another twenty minutes of tossing and turning, I decide to get up.
Fuck this. I’m going to go over there and suck his dick. At least that way, it’s on my terms. I choose where and when. It might not be a lot, but I’ll take every ounce of control I can get.
Kicking off the blanket, I climb out of the bed and tiptoe out into the hallway. I pause in front of the door next to mine with my hand hovering over the knob.
You can do this, I tell myself. At least Myles is easy on the eyes.
Turning the doorknob, I push the door open and step into the room. It’s dark, but the faint light coming in from the window is enough to make out the bed. Soap and fresh linen fills my nose. His room smells good… like him.
“Did you change your mind, or did you come in here to stab me?” His sleepy voice meets my ears right before he sits up and flips on the nightstand lamp.
I squint at the sudden light. “Stab you? No, I… I came because I want to make it up to you. For letting me stay here, I mean.”
“I’m all yours then. Make it up to me.” He grins, triumphant.
I might be a virgin, but I’m not a nun. I’ve done basically everything else. I’ve given plenty of blow jobs, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so nervous about giving one before.
Climbing on the bed, I push against Myles’s shoulder. His bare skin is hot under my touch as I make him lie on his back. Never losing eye contact, I push the blanket off and slowly crawl down his body. He is shirtless, and I can’t help but appreciate his tattooed body.
When I settle between his legs, I dip my fingers into his boxers and pull them down enough to free his cock. He is huge. Bigger than any other guy I’ve been with.
For a moment, I just take him in, gawking at Myles’s body. His chest is muscular and well defined, so are his arms and his stomach. The V leading to his crotch has my pussy growing wetter, and I can’t help running my fingers over it.
Myles shudders beneath me, a lazy smile pulling on his lips. He hasn’t said a word, but the way he is looking at me tells me enough. He wants me. If his dick pointing up to the stars wasn’t enough proof, the lust in his eyes would tell me. But there is more than that, more than lust. There is a kind of longing… maybe I’m imagining it.
Lowering myself, I take the head of the engorged cock between my lips and run my tongue along the bottom side. He groans, and his eyes close in pleasure. I can taste the salty precum on the tip as I start swirling my tongue all around it.
I bob my head, taking him as deep as I can. My gag reflex kicks in when he hits the back of my throat, but I ignore it and keep pushing. My desire to please him is suddenly overriding everything else.
“Fuck,” he groans when I pick up speed. I feel him in my hair, his fingers on my scalp hesitantly. I moan around him, letting him know he can grab my head if he wants to. He must get the message because his grip tightens, and he holds my head in place while thrusting into my mouth.
First gently, but with every time I moan, his movement becomes more frantic, and when I cup his balls and start massaging them, the last shred of control he had snaps in two.
He pistons into my mouth roughly, making me gag and saliva run down my chin. I close my eyes, letting him control me, giving myself to him.
A moment later, he buries himself in my throat one last time, and my mouth fills with his salty release. I almost come myself. I’ve never been so aroused by giving a blow job. Never been so eager to taste cum.
When Myles stills beneath me, I sit up and wipe my chin with the back of my hand. He looks at me through hooded eyes with a calm, satisfied expression on his face. I lick my lips, wondering what to do now. Should I just leave?
I don’t want to leave because leaving would make me feel cheap, like a thing to use and disregard. I know we’re not a couple. I know what this is, but I’d still like to stay here for a little bit.
As if he could read my mind, he smiles. “Come here.” He opens his arms, and I crawl up over his body to lie down on his chest. Our faces only inches apart when he wraps his arms around me.
“That was great,” he whispers while running his hands up and down my back gently. “I think it’s your turn now.”
Before I can answer, he is moving us around, flipping me over, so I’m on my back, and he is sliding down my body. His hands disappear under my shirt, and I moan when he cups my breasts.
My nipples are already tight and stiff, but when he takes them between his fingers and rolls them gently, the feeling only intensifies. He starts kissing my stomach and moving his hands down my body.
When he dips his fingers into the waistband of my panties and starts to pull them down, I’m self-conscious for about a second. Then I look down and lock eyes with Myles. All my worries and doubts disappear into thin air.
Myles throws my panties next to the bed and grabs my knees, spreading my legs apart as wide as they’ll go. He groans in appreciation as he looks down at my pussy. Cool air washes over my heated skin, reminding me of how wet I am. How ready I am for him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says before lowering himself between my legs.
His tongue touches my clit, and my toes curl under. Oh, god! This feels so good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He continues licking up and down my slit, paying special attention to the little bundle of nerves in the center.
My back arches off the bed, and my fingers disappear into Myles’s hair.
“Ohhh,” I moan. The sound echoes through the room, urging Myles to keep going.
He runs his hands down my inner thigh, and I scream yes inside my head. His fingers find my center, and he enters me in one swift move. The pleasure is overwhelming. He thrusts his fingers into me while sucking on my clit.
I come so hard, my whole back lifts off the bed, and I see stars. Every muscle in my body tightens, and my veins fill with pure ecstasy before I go completely limp.
I didn’t realize how heavy I was breathing until my orgasm has washed over me completely, leaving me sated and exhausted as I try to catch my breath.
Myles crawls up my body and flops down beside me.
“This was supposed to be me doing something for you.”
Lazily, he turns his head and looks at me. “And you did… very well, I might add.”