Smut

Lap dance- Devin Booker

"This is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," Devin mumbles.
"Really? I mean...I guess it's kinda hot..." I shrug.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Look at her! I mean, she's not really attractive to me but the way she moves and rubs all up on him...damn. I would probably come in my pants if a girl ever did that to me."
My laugh drowns out the sounds from the tv and I clutch my sides. I can't even count how many times we've seen this movie and he's never mentioned this.
"Wow thanks for that visual, bud."
"Have you ever given a guy a lap dance?"
"No way. You know I won't do stuff like that."
"You should...you sure as hell have the body for it," his eyes trail down my bare legs that are stretched out, my feet resting on the coffee table.
"Yeah right, I'll do that as soon as you give a girl flowers."
"You know my thoughts on flowers. Why would you give someone something that's going to die in a couple days? Like 'Here's these plants to express how much I love you...that will die by Friday.' So pointless."
"Oh I'm very aware of your weird thing about flowers. Have you forgotten how long I've known you?" I chuckle as I stuff my mouth with popcorn.
he absentmindedly combs his fingers through his hair. God I fucking hate when he does that...no that's a complete lie. I fucking love when he does that.
"God, I love when you're sarcastic. Your smart mouth just makes me wanna bend you over the couch and fuck you senseless," his eyes darken fractionally and he pulls his lips between his teeth.
I'm thrown for half a second and I start picturing exactly what he described; me, bent over the back of the couch as he pounds me from behind while pulling my hair in a tight fist. Fuck.
"Where do you think I picked it up?" I raise an eyebrow at him and blow a kiss. Devin shakes his head and that little smirk graces his face.
Why the hell does he have to say shit like that? He's always been this way, it's just how he is. He's a huge flirt and extremely confident. Girls just fawn over him. But I'm used to it. That's what happens when your best friend becomes famous. But it hasn't changed him, he's still the same Devin to me. Other than his ability to flirt by like a million. It's become a problem...at least on my end. But I've made a promise to myself that I will not be the one to ruin our friendship because I have feelings for him. I won't be the one to initiate anything. So, I bury my feelings and when he says shit like he just did? I go home and destroy my vagina thinking about it. It's the only way to cope.
"Okay I gotta go. Always a pleasure, Y/N," Devin smiles and leans over, gently squeezing my thigh as he plants a sloppy, wet kiss on my cheek.
"Ugh! Jeez that was like a Chewie kiss!" I wipe my hand across my cheek as my floppy-eared Bloodhound perks his head up from his bed on the floor when I say his name.
Devin stands, moving one leg over my outstretched ones and leans down, his hands resting on the back of the couch on either side of my head.
"My kisses are way better than Chewie's," he smiles deviously and dips his head, capturing my lips in a firm kiss. A muffled squeal sounds in my throat, my eyes wide with shock as I feel his tongue softly slide across my bottom lip.
My brain finally catches up and I slowly start to move my lips against his, the tip of my tongue just brushing against his and he pulls back, his brows furrowed like they do when he's thinking intently.
"What the hell was that?" I mutter and look up at him through my lashes and Devin stands up straight, pulling his khakis back up on his hips.
"I dunno," a cloud of smoke fills the space between us. "Just something...different," he smirks as he takes another drag. "Catch ya later, Y/N," he winks and makes his way to the door and all I can do is sit there and watch him go.
"What the actual fuck was that?" I say a little louder than I probably should.
Chewie perks up again and tilts his head to the side as he looks at me and barks softly, his tail thumping against the soft cushion of his bed.
"Shut up, Chewie."
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Nothing. Devin acted like what had happened was nothing out of the norm. Me? Oh, I was over analyzing every single millisecond of that kiss. I kept my promise, I didn't initiate anything, it was all him! Now it's driving me crazy because I don't know what he's thinking about it!
I decided that I was going to take a break for a couple days, try and sort all this out because I didn't want to be anxious around him and lose my shit and blow up at him.
So Captain America is my date on a Friday night, which is perfectly fine with me. I do love me some of that sexy patriot. Just as I press play, my phone rings. Devin's picture pops up on the screen. I hesitate for a second, thinking I could just send him to voicemail but end up giving in...like I do every time.
"What's up, bud?" I put my feet up and get ready to settle in with my movie.
"Y/N ! You're never gonna believe what happened! I'm in! I'm fucking in!" He's so excited he's practically screaming into the phone and I have to hold it away from my ear.
"You got in? Are you serious?" I sit up on the edge of my seat when I realize what he's talking about. He's been waiting to see if he was nominated for the NBA all star game. You remember helping him practice his weaknesses and work on his athletic ability.
"I fucking got it!" He sings and I start to scream with excitement. "We have to celebrate! We're going down to Molly's here in a little bit. Meet us there?"
Molly's is an Irish pub we like to frequent. It's smaller, so it's much easier for Devin to have a good time rather than going to a club.
"I will be there! Oh my god, Devin, I'm so proud of you! I knew you would get this."
"Thanks, Y/N...for everything," his voice softens slightly and it makes my heart ache a little.
"I'll see you in about an hour?"
"Yes ma'am," I can almost hear him smile through the phone.
I toss my phone on the table and hurdle over the couch to my room to take a quick shower. After I finish, I dry my hair and look for something to wear. It's a hundred degrees out, so I opt for some jean shorts and just a cute green tank top that makes my tits look fantastic. I thrown on my grey Converse high tops and give Chewie his dinner before I head out.
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I didn't even last five minutes before I was so hot I had to throw my hair into a messy knot on top of my head. I park a couple blocks from the bar in my normal spot and start my walk. The sun is finally going down so at least it's starting to cool off and I catch a breeze right in my face as I walk. I round the corner and see a large group out in front of the entrance to the bar. When I get close enough I see Devin . His backwards Kentucky hat and black jeans give him away, also, I'd know that ass anywhere. Tyler nods towards me and Devin turns to see me, a huge grin spreading across his face running straight at me. He wraps his arms low on my waist and picks me up in a smothering hug.
"There's my girl! Sorry to ruin your hot date with Cap, but I needed you more," he slowly loosens his grip around me and I slide down his body as he still holds me close.
"You know you're the only guy I would skip out on Cap for," I bat my eyelashes playfully at him and he smiles again, those pearly whites shining against his newly tanned skin. "I am so fucking proud of you! I told you you had this! So that would make me right, again!" I poke him in his side and he twitches away from me and laughs.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I should never doubt you and I owe you big time for helping me prepare for it. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Y/N," he wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me against him again, placing a soft kiss to the top of my head as his other arm wraps around my waist, his fingers splaying across my hip.
Devin's always been the touchy-feely type, so it doesn't come as a shock when he does this. However...when his fingers on my hip find the hem of my shirt and inch it up and his fingertips tickle across my skin, I'm phased. That pleasurable knot starts to form in my stomach and my heart slams harder against my rib cage. I pull back from him as my face starts to heat and look away from him, towards the group of people gathered behind us.
"So how 'bout a drink?!" I clap my hands together and start to usher everyone inside. I take a minute to gather myself, the tingling sensation between my legs making it quite awkward in front of all these people. Tyler and Devin stand off to the side as everyone starts to pile inside the bar, their conversation too quiet for me to hear.
"Stop whispering like a bunch of girls! Let's go draaaank!" I growl playfully and they both turn. Tyler looks at me and then back at Devin and claps him on the shoulder with a huge smile on his face.
"Definitely, bro," I hear Tyler say and he makes his way inside, his index finger swiping under my chin as he walks past me and gives me a wink. I make a funny face at him in return as Devin comes to stand beside me.
"What was that about?" I narrow one eye at him.
"Nothin' just dude stuff," he smirks and waves his hand in front of me, placing his other hand on the small of my back to lead me inside. I shrug it off and we enter the bar.
We start off with a round of shots...okay maybe like four rounds. Devin's energy is contagious and it only gets worse the more he drinks.
I make my way over to the bar to grab another round of beers for us. The bar is starting to get a little more packed, so I have to squeeze my way through people to get served. As I lean on the bar to get the bartender's attention I feel a hand firmly on my ass and turn. Some douchebag behind me is blatantly staring at me and I give him a 'fuck off' look and turn back to the bar. He grabs me again and I turn around to yell at him but Devin beats me to it.
"Don't fucking touch her, asshole," he gets right in the guy's face, towering over him aggressively. The guy throws his hands up, looks at me and I raise my eyebrows at him. He backs away, disappearing into the crowd. "You okay?" He rests his hand on my hip.
"Yeah I'm good, thanks though," I rub his arm just as the bartender sets the beers in front of me. I hand him one and tap the neck of the bottle against his and smile before taking a long sip.
Devin , Tyler and I like to get into debates...about everything. Whatever the subject, one of us always has an opposite opinion. It's fun most of the time but it can get exhausting. This time, it's about sex and how a lot of women aren't afraid to show how sexual they are. This is where my opinion differs.
"Not all females are comfortable in their sexuality. It's different for y'all. You're famous. Chicks will drop their panties for you pretty much anytime you want," I laugh.
"So you're saying if we weren't who we are then it would be different? Women would act differently towards us?" Devin takes a sip of his beer.
"I'm not saying that there wouldn't be women who would pursue you, they just wouldn't all be as open sexually as they are now. You would have to woo some a little harder than you're used to. Take me for example, I'm by no means a prude of any kind, but I'm not going to ask someone I just met to fuck me in the bathroom of this bar."
"Shit...that would be really hot," Tyler mutters and Devin laughs.
"Of course you wouldn't! You won't even give a guy a lap dance," Devin winks at me.
"Really you wouldn't?" Tyler looks at me.
"I mean...it depends on the guy. I'm not going to give some random guy a lap dance, that ain't how I roll. But if it was someone I knew, like say for instance one of y'all, yeah I can do that."
Devin almost spits his beer out and coughs.
"What?! Are you serious?" His eyes widen as his jaw drops.
"Yeah because I know you and I'm comfortable with you."
"You said the other day while we were watching the movie you wouldn't do that!"
"What movie were you watching?" Tyler asks.
"Death Proof," Devin and I say at the same time.
"Jesus, how many times have you guys seen that?" Tyler laughs.
"A lot," we both say again and laugh.
"No, at the lap dance scene you said you wouldn't do that when I said it's the hottest thing I've ever seen and you should do that to a guy."
"Yeah, see you said a guy. I wouldn't do that for just any guy, dim wit."
"So you're saying that if I asked you to give me a lap dance you would?"
"Sure," I shrug and finish off my beer.
"I think you're full of shit. I don't think you have the guts," Devin challenges. This asshole knows I can't back down from a challenge if issued.
"Okay pretty boy, come with me," I grab his hand and lead him to the unoccupied small dance floor, if you can even call it that.
I grab an empty chair from one of the tables and place it right in the center of the floor.
"Sit," I command and he flops down in the chair, his legs spread wide with a doubtful smile on his face. "Just so you know, you're the only reason I learned how to do this," I whisper in his ear and he whips his head to the side, his lips inches from mine.
"Whatchu mean?" He narrows his eyes and purses his lips.
"Well our conversation the other day got me thinking. Not that I was anticipating doing it this soon. So you're fucking welcome," I give him a devious smile. "Just don't come in your pants," my lips brush his earlobe and I lightly kiss him right beneath it. His face starts to flush a little before I turn to go to the jukebox.
The song starts playing and I hear an audible "Oh fuck!" come from behind me and look over my shoulder to see him turned around looking at me. I pull the rubber band out of my hair and it tumbles down my back in soft waves.
I slowly start to sway my hips, dragging my hands over my ass and up my sides. I raise one hand in the air as the other moves back down over my backside to my bare thigh and turn, slowly strutting towards Devin .
His eyes are fixed on me until I take off his hat and run my hand from the nape of his neck up through his hair. I continue my strutt, moving to stand in front of him, my back to him and slowly drop down, my hands on my knees, spreading my legs wide and bouncing my ass.
When I stand up, I run my hand over my ass again, looking over my shoulder to see his jaw clenched tight and his eyes dark. Turning to face him, I sway my hips and drop down and spread my knees again before moving to all fours.
Devin's eyes are locked on mine as I crawl towards him and he shifts in his chair slightly, spreading his legs wider. I run my hands up the tops of his thighs and up his chest as I rise to my knees, feeling his pounding heartbeat beneath my palm. All I would have to do is pucker my lips and I would be kissing him my face is so close to his. His warm, quick breaths fan across my face as I very lightly brush my nose against his and over his cheek as my hands slide down his chest again.
Damn this is even turning me on.
I stand, my foot moving between his legs on the small amount of space left on the chair and lean forward, scratching my nails through his hair and scalp, my forehead touching his. His eyes close for a fraction of a second as my hands move through his hair and his breath hitches. I back up, foot still in place between his legs as I start to roll my hips to the beat, combing through my own hair before my hands glide down over my curves.
"God damn," Devin growls as he watches my hips roll and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. I'm getting to him more than I thought I would and it's immensely satisfying.
When I move around to sit in his lap, my back to his front, I hear him hiss as he sucks in a deep breath. I lean my head back against his shoulder and I start to grind my ass into him, my hand snaking around his neck as my fingers play with his brown tresses.
"You're fucking killing me," he groans in my ear as I grab his hands and move them over my stomach and up my body, my tank top rising as his hands go higher. I sit up and grind harder against him, feeling his cock against my backside. His hands move to my waist as the tempo picks up and I roll my hips faster, his fingers finding their way under my tank top, the tips dig into my skin. He moves them higher, up over my ribs and a wave of heat washes over me.
The feeling of his hands on me like this is killing me, the dull ache that was between my legs before is now almost unbearable. My panties are completely soaked and my skin burns everywhere he touches me. I'm a millisecond away from saying fuck my rule and initiating this shit myself. I don't know how much more I can take. I haven't wanted anyone this bad in a long time.
I push off of him, not that I really want to because I was inches away from getting just the right amount of friction that I needed to get off but, ya know. I bend over, reaching down to the floor and come back up slowly. I continue swaying my hips to the beat as I move across the floor, singing the song, his eyes alternating between my face and my hips and Devin slides his tongue across his bottom hip as he smiles.
I sashay back over to him and sit on his left leg, my right draped over his and wrap my arm around his neck as he wraps his around my waist, making sure I don't fall as I bend backwards and slowly come back up just as the song fades out. My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest as I look into those golden brown eyes. Devin tilts his chin up and I think he's about to kiss me until the bar erupts in a chorus of hollers and whistles, snapping us both out of the moment. I bury my face in my hands as embarrassment floods me and Devin wraps both arms around me, holding me tight as he starts to laugh.
"I'm about two seconds away from taking you into the bathroom and fucking you against the wall," his raspy voice sounds in my ear and I turn my head to look at him dead on. The brown of his eyes almost completely swallowed by his pupils, his cheeks flushed and his breaths quick.
This is him making the first move. All I have to do is say yes. It takes me less than a second to decide.
"So, do it," I look him dead in the eye as I get up and hold out my hand. He doesn't hesitate, lacing his fingers through mine and he stands, pulling me against him.
"That was the sexiest thing I have ever fucking seen," that smirk adorns his face once more before he turns and pulls me along behind him, weaving through the crowd.
We burst through the door of the "out of order" bathroom and he pushes me up against the back of the door, reaching beside me to lock it. Devin places his hands on either side of my head and leans in, his eyes slowly descending down my body. He almost looks as if he doesn't know where to start.
"Hey," I grab his shirt and pull him against me, his eyes meeting mine. "Don't be gentle."
"Don't?"
"Don't. You can be gentle next time. Right now I need you to not be."
"So...you mean like this?" He fists his hand in my hair, pulling at the roots so my chin is lifted to him. "This is how you want it?" The rasp of his voice moves through me like a shockwave, paired with his hand in my hair, I can't contain the moan that slips out and my eyes roll back in my head. His nose nudges mine and he drags it down my cheek and over my jawline, breathing in the smell of my perfume just below my ear. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and I'm gonna fuck you fast. But then, I'm taking you home and I'm gonna take my fucking time with this body," his fingers splay over my neck and down between my breasts, his eyes following the trail of his fingertips.
"Are you gonna give me a play by play or are you gonna do something? Because I'm about to get myself off if you don't-" his mouth covers mine and his hand slides down over my backside, pulling me against him as he thrusts his hips into me.
I softly moan as I feel his cock, hard against my lower abdomen and he takes the opportunity, his tongue pushing past my lips. I move my hands to his lower back as I get lost in the kiss; our tongues mingling and exploring. His long fingers roam my torso, not able to stay in one spot for too long. Firmly kneading my breasts, I arch my back into his hand and he rolls my nipple between his fingertips through my bra. He untangles his hand from my hair, moving under my shirt to unclasp my bra. I feel his confusion as he tries to find the hook and I smile against his lips.
"Front," I breathe as he pulls back slightly.
"Well isn't that convenient," Devin chuckles softly as his index finger slips between my breasts, popping the clasp open. He palms both breasts, his hips pushing me harder against the door as he kisses across my jaw and down my neck, his scruffy face leaving my skin burning.
I make quick work of getting his pants undone and follow the dark trail of hair down with my fingertips, slipping past the waistband of his boxer briefs. I lightly tease him, barely brushing along his length and he growls against my skin, sinking his teeth into the crook of my neck.
"Fuck...Devin ," I moan as I lean my head back against the door, my entire body alight with that pleasurable heat. One hand leaves my breast, sliding down the front of my shorts to cup my cunt. Those fingers go to work, rubbing just right so the rough material of my shorts creates the perfect amount of friction.
"I can feel how wet you are through your fucking shorts. God damn, Y/N," he leans his forehead against mine. I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly, but firmly, stroke him. "Fuck, this really is gonna be quick," he pulls away from me, grabbing my hips and spins me. My hands reach out to catch myself against the counter as he stands behind me. I watch him in the dingy mirror as he grabs my tits firmly again before sliding down my ribs and over my stomach to the button on my shorts. He unsnaps them and draws the zipper down, sliding them over my hips and they fall around my ankles. "Step," he says and I lift my feet one at a time and he picks my shorts up off the floor, tossing them on the counter. He pulls my hips back, making me bend over farther as his hands run over my ass. "Hope these weren't too expensive," he smirks and his fingers rip through the soft lace of my panties, the remaining shreds falling to the floor.
"Holy shit," I moan as another wave of heat washes over me. His palms slide over my ass again and suddenly there's a biting sting as one hand comes down hard on my sensitive skin. His eyes are fixed on mine as he watches my reaction in the mirror and I bite my lip to contain the obscene moan threatening to spill out.
"Oh...you like that?" He smacks me again and I grit my teeth and growl. "Oh Y/N...we're gonna have some fun," he reaches around to my front and swipes his fingers through my slit and up around my clit, circling a few times before he slips them inside me.
"Oh god!" My nails dig into the laminate counter and I tighten around his long digits as he pumps in and out.
"Fuck...I can't take anymore," Devin growls as he pulls away, sliding his pants and boxers down enough and his dick smacks my ass cheek. I see him stroke himself a few times and his free hand grasps my hip.
"Spread your legs a little more," he says as he runs his tip through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. He slides in fractionally, tightly gripping my hips. Those brown eyes meet mine and he smirks. He snaps his hips forward as he pulls me back, a sound between a moan and a scream echoes through the small room and he stills, watching my reaction. "Good?"
"Fuck yes, do it again," the dark smile that crosses my face is nothing like I've ever seen from myself and his almost mirrors mine, sending a new kind of thrill through me.
"Fuck...if only I knew you were like this," he pulls back slowly, one hand moving up to my breast and he pinches my hard peak before he slams back into me.
Devin doesn't give me any recovery time, fucking me hard and fast, just as he promised.
No man has ever fucked me like this. It's like Devin knows everything about me. Where I like to be touched, how I like to be touched. I've never even seen him fully naked. But I plan to change that after we leave.
Devin hits that sweet spot as he goes harder, the sounds of skin on skin filling my ears as he brings me closer to my release that I'm sure is going to break me. A dark lust takes over as he reaches up and wraps his hand around my hair and I arch my back, his cock filling me and hitting that spot repeatedly.
"I can feel how close you are," he grunts as he snaps his hips furiously against me. "Come on, Y/N, give it to me!"
I break, just like I knew I would. The raging heat spreads through my body as I fall hard, clenching around him and screaming his name. My body spasms from the intensity of my orgasm, my limbs going numb with that tingling feeling. My vision turns hazy as he thrusts once more, coming deep inside me and groans my name. His hand leaves my hair, moving to my waist as he steadies himself, his forehead resting on my back, trying to catch his breath. Our panting breaths are all I hear as the euphoric haze begins to clear and I look up in the mirror. The definition of "Just fucked hair" doesn't even begin to describe the tangled mess on my head and I giggle.
Devin moves my shirt up to kiss across my back, his scruff leaving my skin all tingly. I can't wait to see what that feels like between my thighs.
"Why the fuck did we wait so long to do that?" He mumbles against my skin.
"I don't have a clue. But god damn am I glad we finally did it. I've always wondered what it would be like. I am not disappointed in the slightest."
He laughs softly as he kisses me once more and slowly pulls out. He backs up to fix himself back into his pants, his eyes never leaving mine in the reflection.
"I'm taking you home," he raises an eyebrow at me as I slip my shorts back on and fasten my bra.
"Done celebrating for the night?"
"Oh no, we're gonna do some celebrating of our own," he smirks as he gives me a wink.
"A private party?" I bite my lip and grab his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Not sure how private it's gonna be...may get some noise complaints from your neighbors if I make you scream like that a few more times," he smiles and presses his lips to mine.
"Well then...let's get this party started," I feel that dark smile creep on my lips once again.