Tanner's Unrelenting Soul (The Cunningham's Book Two)

I Want You

KAYSEN*

I’m perplexed by the effect this man has on me. There’s an indescribable allure that leaves me breathless and my senses heightened. No one, not even Michael, whom I adored with every ounce of my being, has ever ignited such intense desire within me. This stranger, with his eyes fixed on me like a hawk, exudes a magnetic charm I find impossible to resist. My body reacts, every nerve tingling, as if electrified. I crave him with an intensity that consumes me. What on earth is happening to me? I shouldn’t, but I want this man with every fiber of my being.

As I swayed and sensually removed my clothing before the vast crowd of men, my unwavering gaze remained locked with his. In that moment, he became the sole figure in the room, while the others seemed to vanish into thin air. With every piece of fabric discarded but my thong, I envisioned him forcefully undressing me, his desire igniting a fiery passion within me. My body moved with a grace that surpassed any previous pole dance I had performed during my six-month tenure at Hector’s strip club. I left nothing to the imagination, each seductive move a tantalizing invitation.

As I stretched out on the cool, smooth concrete floor, my fingertips traced delicate paths across my supple skin. In my mind’s eye, I could feel his hands, strong and skilled, expertly massaging my breasts. The dimly lit bar was alive with pulsating music, mingling with the faint aroma of alcohol and sweat. Because I had performed well, both with pole dancing and stripping, I could sense that my tips would be generous tonight. Unlike the other girls, I always stayed to waitress after I danced, and the men respected that. Instead of tucking their money into my thong like the others, they left it as tips, a sign of their admiration. They had learned that I didn’t particularly enjoy being touched. Still, I would dance around the tables, just like the rest of the girls, tonight aiming to captivate one specific man, to make him crave me.

I made my rounds, saving Connor and Wade’s table for the last. As I approached the captivating stranger, his intense gaze pierced through to my soul as it had all night. With a seductive sway, I indulged him with a tantalizing lap dance, my hands gliding along his shirt, tracing the contours of his chiseled abs. As I turned to depart, he seized my hand, pulling me back towards him. My breath hitched as our eyes locked, the electric tension between us palpable. A mischievous smile played upon his lips as he winked, slipping money into the delicate fabric of my thong, just above my exposed core, which throbbed with desire.

I couldn’t comprehend his thoughts as I watched, anticipation building. Hector would wipe the floor with him once I exited the stage. Nervously, I nibbled on my bottom lip, feeling the excitement in the air. The stage beckoned me, and with an erotic sway, I returned, captivating the audience with my movements. 

A rush of adrenaline surged through me as I escaped to the dressing room, desperate to distance myself. But his touch, when he grabbed me, sent a surge of electricity coursing through my body, igniting a primal desire. My heart skipped a beat, leaving me lightheaded and overwhelmed. I can still feel his hand around my wrist and that action makes me want him even more now than I already had. 

I’ve got to find out who he is and how he knows Connor and Wade. It’s a bad idea for me to talk to him after that display of him grabbing me and putting money in my thong, but I feel the overwhelming desire to have him near me. On me, consuming me.

I dashed towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, and turning the lock. As I removed my undergarment, a cascade of three crisp hundred-dollar bills fluttered down onto the cool tiled floor. A pulsating desire surged through the depths of my being, urging me to address the building tension. Aware that a moment was all it would take, I prepared to release the coiled, intense energy, pulsate within me.

I closed my eyes, immersing myself in the vivid image of his tongue flicking and caressing my sex, as I circled and pinched my bud between my fingers, then dove a finger inside. With one hand, I tweaked my nipples, mimicking the sensation of his touch on my sensitive globes. As I quickened my pace, the pressure and heat in my core intensified, causing me to break into a gentle sweat. In a moment of ecstasy, I exploded, feeling my essence trickle down to the floor. This was a level of self-pleasure I had never experienced before. What was it about this man that drove me so wild?