The moment the music beat worked its way up my legs, I grasped Tabitha’s shoulders. “Close your eyes. Feel the music.”
She followed my commands with an ease that showed just how much she trusted me. She might fight it, act like she was indifferent to us, to me, but at this moment, she couldn’t hide the fact that she trusted us. Or at least me. The corners of my mouth lifted. Something I’d been doing a lot more since life pushed Tabitha into my circle.
With a slow caress, I allowed my fingers to trail down her arms as her hips began to sway to the rhythm. When I reached her fingertips, I released one hand while raising her other hand to my chest. “I’m here. Dance for me.”
I released her hand, which she kept over my heart as she shimmied down my front. There was at least a foot between us, but my body reacted as if it was me instead of the air that she moved against. To keep my mind off my predicament, I undid the wrist button on her blouse from the hand on my chest. The moment she felt her sleeve loosen, she switched hands. When the second one slid open, she leaned in and whispered, “Can you undo the rest?”
Tremors shook my fingers as I released the rest of her buttons as she continued to sway in front of me. Her breasts overfilled her light blue lacy bra cups, revealing a figure that I never guessed hid under her conservative clothes. A low groan escaped from my lips, but she didn’t react.
I did. Unable to continue to succumb to the hypnotic charm she weaved over me, I stepped back and pivoted until I faced Bae and Arin. She followed, keeping her back to them as she continued to dance.
And then... she spun, resting her back against my chest as she gyrated. My cock throbbed with each pass. Bae’s eyebrows rose, and he bit his lip, having learned from his previous outburst.
“Fuck me now,” whispered Arin. My eyes slammed shut as I prayed it wouldn’t be enough to stop her. Even though I needed this dance to end... soon... I would not last if we had to restart.
But she continued without a hitch. Using me as her wall freed up both her hands, allowing her to slip off her blouse. She toyed with the shoulder straps of her bra before blazing a path down over her breasts to the waist of her skirt. Fuck. Her skirt. Didn’t most zip up in the back? I prayed that wasn’t the case.
My prayers went unanswered.
But my dreams became real.
Only her height kept her hands from rubbing against all of my cock, but still, as she undid the button and zipper, she brushed against it enough to make me bite my lip and for my fists to clench.
A small smile slid onto her face. Behind her closed eyes, I knew her green eyes sparkled with mischief. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing.
A few gyrations of her hips and her skirt pooled on the floor at her feet. With a single step to the side, she pushed herself off my chest, and I breathed a short-lived sigh of relief. I missed the feel of her against me, but like I told her to, she kept at least one part of her body in contact with mine. If it wasn’t her fingers trailing over me from my shoulders down to my thighs, it was one of her toned legs wrapping itself around mine as she used it like a pole. And just when I couldn’t stand it anymore, she flicked the clasp of her bra, taunting us with the potential reveal of her naked breasts.
I’d seen breasts. Lots of breasts. As shifters, we weren’t strangers to nudity, often suffering from wardrobe malfunctions while on the job, requiring an emergency delivery from NAKED. I’d even seen them in strip clubs before. But nothing ever enticed me like this little kitty using me as her scratching pole. To borrow Arin’s million-dollar phrase, which was right on the money... fuck me now.
By the time the song ended, all three of us sported erections and stood speechless while she stood in her low heels, panties, and her bra undone but clutched to her chest. We never caught a full glimpse of her chest, and for that, I was grateful. My pants hurt enough as it was.
Bae cleared his throat. “Well, um, yeah, you can dance.”
“Damn right. They’re going to be falling over their feet to hire you.”
Already sporting cheeks with a rosy glow from her exertion and Bae’s comment, she turned fiery red at Arin’s. “Um. Thanks. Maybe.” She crouched and blindly searched the floor with one hand.
I bent, picked up her clothes, and dropped her blouse over her shoulder before stepping in front of her. Both Arin and Bae gave me a dirty look for covering up their view, but she was a teammate and didn’t need them perving on her.
“Th-thanks.” The rustle of fabric sounded loud over the silence as she dressed.
I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to give in to the urge to adjust myself while I waited for her to finish. She already knew how much she turned me on. I didn’t need to highlight that fact.
Without turning around, I spoke, “Hey, Tabitha. Why don’t you take a few minutes to get cleaned up and to grab a drink. Maybe bring back some for each of us.” From the look on Bae’s and Arin’s faces, I knew the three of us needed to talk without her hearing.
The tap, tap, tap of her heels leaving the room broke the silence. The moment the door swung shut behind her, Bae exploded. “Holy fuck.” He reached down, adjusting himself. “You’re a strong man, allowing yourself to be used as her pole. I don’t know if I’m envious of you
