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This sexy story from Seducing The Stripper by Lindsay Evans is published with permission.

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“Do you want me to drive you home?” Elijah asked, his voice low with a touch of hesitation.

Was that what she’d come all this way for? Another shiver made Tess clench her teeth and she looked up at him, trying to act like the more responsible one, but the shivery feeling in her stomach wouldn’t let her go. To ground herself, she reached for the strap of her purse and realized that she’d grabbed the sides of his T-shirt instead, already committed to a course of action her body knew but her mind was just catching up with, she stretched up, leaned in. Kissed him.

His mouth was a firm curve under hers. A shocked gasp against the press of her mouth. The shivery feeling in her belly rippled through her body, down to her toes, up to her lips until she sparked with arousal and desire, for him. An impulse.

But he wasn’t returning the kiss. She drew back.

Elijah’s lips had fallen open shock, a parted wet curve, he stared at her with eyes widened to the point of wonder, staring at Tess like he’d never seen her before. Embarrassment flushed her red hot.

Shit. She pulled back and he still didn’t say anything, just stared at her with his oasis eyes.

Tess backed away. “I’m sorry.” The shivery feeling fled for the hills leaving her cold and awash in humiliation. “That was stupid of me.” God, he must think she was some sort of sad cougar. “Shit!”

He reached out to her but she kept moving back, gripping her purse for real this time and quickly scanning the parking lot to see if anyone saw her shame. Another desperate woman trying to sleep with a stripper before going back to her boring life. Oh God…

“No—It’s not that,” Elijah said, a hand still held out, fingers opening and closing in the air.

He looked confused. Surprised. But the look seemed to be turned inward. “I don’t—”

But the last thing Tess wanted was for him to feel sorry for her. She was the one who just slobbered all over him like a pathetic poodle begging to be loved. “It’s okay. I just made a complete fool of myself.” Fuck. And earlier she thought the day couldn’t get any worse.

Tess pulled herself back together. Smoothing a hand down her blouse over her belly, taking a deep breath, and scrubbing all emotion from her face. She took another step back and was about to turn away when Elijah gripped her elbows and towed her back into the hard warmth of his body.

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“Don’t do that.” He kissed the side of her mouth, a whisper of touch that stole her breath. “Don’t keep yourself away from me. You took me by surprise.” Another kiss, still light, still dry, but longer, firmer. His hands skimmed up to her arms, her shoulders. “That’s all.” His mouth touched hers again, a firmer kiss, a flicker of his tongue along her lower lip.

Desire licked between her thighs and she shivered.

“Tess.” Then he was breathing her name against her mouth, and that had been one thing she could never resist, a man calling her name while he tried to make her feel good. She melted under the onslaught of his kisses, sighed when she felt the press of a car door at her back. It was warm from the sunlight of the day. She melted between the hard steel of the car and the muscled plane of Elijah’s chest.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sounding drugged even to her own ears.

“Kissing you.” He pressed his mouth just beneath her jaw, his breath a furnace at her throat. “I admit I don’t have much experience but I was hoping my kiss would be fairly obvious.”

“You don’t have to…” she tried to find her words but it was harder than it should have been. “You don’t have to do this. I—” The moan she couldn’t contain slid past her lips and into the air.

“I want to.”

Elijah whispered her name again, and the vibration of it settled into Tess’s skin.

And she gave up every ounce of her already faint resistance. Sighing, she slid her arms around his neck and leaned into his kisses that were oddly chaste and dirty at the same time, his tongue licking at the seam of her lips, stealing the response from her while his body remained still against hers but practically vibrating with the desire to move.

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Tess opened her mouth and licked the sweetness of his lips, breathed into him and sucked on his tongue. He responded with a deep groan, his tongue sketching desire along the outline of her lips then sliding between to lick and tease, dragging sounds from Tess that she’d never heard before.

He didn’t touch her beyond the tight grasp of his hands on her waist but still made her feel like all her brains were leaking from between her legs. It drove Tess mad. She slid her thighs together, her wet panties dragging along her clit. She was ready to give him anything, allow him to yank down her pants, rip her underwear, and plunge into her in front of whoever cared to look.

She was past lust, past coherence, past thought.

Fuck me, she thought frantically. Then realized she said it out loud when he gasped and gripped her harder. His fingers sank into her back, just above the curve of her behind and she curled into him, her body alight with lust and dripping wet. She was past subtlety.

“Do you have a place we can go?” she panted into his mouth, desperate for the completion his kisses promised.

He hesitated. “I…I have a roommate.”

The fog of lust lifted for a moment for her to think more coherently. “My place then?” She swallowed and only just stopped herself from grinding into him although the lick of flame in her belly ached to be stoked with more direct contact from his body.

Lust carved her wide open and her body clutched at the emptiness, aching to be filled.

“It’s not far.”

She felt his hesitation again, and it wasn’t even that he didn’t want her, she had the proof of his desire pressed against her belly, thick and tempting, but his muscled arms trembled under the tight clutch of her hands like he was trying to hold himself back.

“Okay.” He panted again, pulling away from her. But she followed his mouth for another wet and desperate kiss. She felt the twine of his tongue around hers all the way through her body and between her legs, the slick and agile movement of it, promising all kinds of things that made her sob.

“Okay,” she echoed and slipped into the passenger seat of his little Nissan after he opened the door for her, her legs shaky and all her finer thought processes lost to desire.

“Where do you live?”

It took Tess a moment to summon enough brain power to remember her Little 5 Points address. “I know where that is,” Elijah said. And he sped toward her little apartment like he’d taken her home a thousand times before.

Then they were at her place, fumbling out of the seat belt and across the small paved lot, up the stairs, then her key pushing clumsily into the lock. She dropped the key twice and on the third time, he took it from her.

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“Let me.” And he slid the key in, a firm thrust and twist of his large hand that shouldn’t have been a surprise but it was.

Inside the apartment, she dropped her bag, he dropped the keys and grabbed her by the waist, fingers digging with desperation into her hips. His breath was an excited pant at her ear.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned into her mouth.

She dragged him by the belt loops past the curtains separating the rest of the little studio from her sleeping area, excitement building inside her with each step. Elijah dropped easily onto the bed when she pushed him, his look wild-eyed and hungry. Tess quickly got rid of her clothes while he tore his off, squirming out of his jeans and shirt on the bed in a way that should have been funny but wasn’t. When Elijah was gorgeously naked, his hard and muscled body beautiful by the light streaming in through the window, she practically jumped on him in the bed.

Their flesh slid together and it was electric, a sizzling connection that made Tess gasp in reaction.

Elijah’s eyes widened and he licked his lips, falling back into the bed with a groan of appreciation, his gaze hungry on Tess’ body.

He was a visual feast. Hard everywhere, young and strong, practically hairless but built like an athlete with his wide shoulders, trim waist, and thick thighs that her teeth ached to bite. His dick lay thick and wet-tipped against his belly. A mouthwatering sight. And it was big, bigger than any she’d seen in a long time. Desire dripped from between her legs, insistent and slick. She grabbed his hand and made him feel.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he made a low and helpless sound that went straight to her clit. Then he looked at her, the gravity and desire equally strong in his gaze. “I haven’t done this before,” Elijah said, his voice confessional and low in a way that made Tess want to lick him everywhere.

“But I’ll try to make this good for you, I swear.”

He petted her wet pussy, a surprisingly fumbling move that still managed to turn Tess on even more.

She dropped her own hand low to return the favor. Fuck, he even felt big. Silken and hard between her fingers, the leaking slit a pleasure beneath the stroke of her thumb. He whimpered for her, biting his lip when she stroked his dick again.

Tess untangled her thoughts from the addictive sounds he made and the way they made her feel—desperate with lust—to respond to what he’d just said. “I don’t usually go home with strangers either.” She groaned and touched him again, squeezed him in a gentle fist. “This is a first for me too.”

His fingers on her clit between her legs robbed her of the next words. “No. This.” He moved his fingers again, a clumsy grope. “Sex.” He paused. “With another person.”

“What?” Panting, she pulled back, staring hard at his face for some sign he was joking.

No way someone this fine was a virgin.

He whined with obvious disappointment when she stopped touching him, his throat moving with a hard swallow. “I—hope…I hope it’s not a deal breaker.” His hips moved under the startled grip of her hands, a frantic, jerking motion that now made sense if what he said was true. No experienced man would allow himself to seem so eager, so desperate for it, in front of a woman he just met.

But was it true? Could a hot man who took his clothes off for hundreds of horny and available women multiple times a week actually be a for-real virgin? The thought was mind-boggling. Impossible.

Then Elijah’s dick bobbed in front of her, drooling from its fat and mouthwatering head and blew away every trace of hesitation and disbelief she had. Tess climbed higher up on his body, pressing his dick flat against his stomach with the wet ache of a pussy. The firm heat of him between her lower lips lit a glowing pleasure from her belly up to her hard nipples through to her fingers and toes.

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Virgin or not, he felt fucking amazing.

“You’re much too delicious to give up.”

Tess rolled her hips again, and his breath audibly stuttered. “But it does change how we’ll do things. Only a little, though.” And she made sure he was watching as she moved slowly down his body.

Elijah’s eyes went wide then he froze against the sheets. “What…what—”

She replied with a stroke of her tongue along the thick vein at the underside of his dick, and his entire body shuddered at the same moment that he grunted like he’d been punched in the stomach. Her thighs shuddered at the sound, her pussy dripping even more. He was so responsive, so open with his reactions to her hands and tongue that it felt like he pushed a slick finger inside her and rubbed her clit at the same time. Tess moaned around his dick, pushed her hips down into the mattress to chase her own pleasure.

The taste of him was almost flavorless. Salt and wet.

A silken firmness on her tongue.

He’d showered after his night at work and the scent of a generic soap, maybe Ivory or Irish Spring, lingered in the crisp pubic hair and the tender skin under her nose.

With her mouth on him, she was grateful when his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of his hips instead of in her hair. His hands tensed when he sat up to watch her, breath coming quickly past his parted lips, her name punching on each exhale from his mouth.

“I’m gonna—I—I can’t—”

Tess stroked his belly, hummed around the thickness of his dick to let him know it was okay. This was what she wanted to happen. Sighing in pleasure, she raked her nails down his chest and across a nipple, her other hand tender on the heavy weight of his balls. He shouted her name as he came, and she pulled off just in time, gripping the twitching length of his dick as he spurted thick and hot over her lips, chin, and throat.

He groaned her name again, his voice rough from shouting.
“You’re amazing.”

Reaching down, Elijah wiped her mouth with his thumb. Like a typical man, he cleaned the spunk off his finger with her sheets.

Tess caught his wandering thumb with her teeth. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

It didn’t take long to get him hard again. Slow kisses and rolling in the sheets with him, the wonder in his face as he touched her and learned her body. Tess let him caress her everywhere he wanted, his touches getting more confident, more demanding as the night grew around them.

“Like that?” He breathed the question, his fingers stroking her clit the way she directed, his urgency curtailed since he’d already come.

Tess shivered, his fingers moving over her wet flesh, gushing more wetness from her, her thighs falling wider around his hips as he nuzzled her breasts, fingered her steadily toward an orgasm.

She sank her nails into his back and the breath sobbed from her throat.

“Does this mean you need to take the edge off too?” He laughed into her throat.

“As if—uh—you could,” Tess challenged although she could barely talk with the familiar pleasure tightening by degrees in her belly.

But she didn’t have time to grade him on a curve. After having her mouth on him, nearly an hour of kisses with her pussy getting wetter with each stroke of his fingers and each masculine groan that echoed in the close quarters of her room, her desire had grown to a nearly unbearable level.

“I need you to fuck me,” she gasped.

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He looked shocked for a moment. Then, “Okay. Okay.” He reached for one of the condoms she’d put on the bedside table earlier and pressed it into her hand. “I want you to do it.”

Tess tried to ignore the way her hands trembled rolling the condom over him, his dick twitching and thick between her fingers. Elijah’s mouth hung open as he watched her, his head tilting up from the bed.

He groaned and thrust up into the loose grasp of her hand.

“That’s hot—so good.”

Tess climbed on top of him, his hard and lightly furred thighs rasping against her skin, masculine and firm in a way that made her shiver.

The way he lay beneath her, eyes glazed with lust, his mouth wet and open as she writhed on top of him, painting his abs with the wetness from between her legs—God!—it was like a drug. He didn’t grab her and shove her under him to start pounding into her like most men would have. Instead, he submitted breathlessly to her pleasure, waiting for her take what she wanted.

“Tess—”

His voice choked off when she gripped him.

His fingers dug into her thighs, desperation written in the sweat coating his skin, the tight and heaving muscles in his belly.

“Let me…” Tess whispered.

Her thighs burned as she hovered over him, his hardness at her entrance, then slowly, slowly swallowed him with the wanting slickness of her pussy.

“Jesus…” He arched back in the bed, his eyes tightly closed for a moment before they flew back open like he didn’t want to miss a single second of what was happening between them.

He felt so firm, so right inside her.

Elijah’s eyes held and met hers, refused to let her go as she started to move on top of him, around him. “I think—” He groaned and bucked his hips, slamming up into her with a motion that made them both gasp. “—I think I might love you.”

Tess laughed around her own helpless noise. “It’s just the sex talking.” Then she couldn’t talk anymore, swept away on the tide of feeling, her breath lost, the pleasure rolling everything else aside.

I might love you too, was her last thought before losing all coherence, her body riding toward pleasure, leaning forward so each thrust stroked her clit and made wet and urgent sounds.

Then she was quickening, burning, and spectacularly falling apart.

Through the storm of her own orgasm, she felt him come inside her, his face caught in a look of shock as the room filled with his shouts of pleasure. Tess rode him through the unsteady orgasmic jerks, squeezing him with her internal muscles and prolonging the waves of bliss undulating through her body. When she could eventually move, she climbed off him and dropped back onto the bed.

“God…” Her hand slapped wetly against her sweat-soaked stomach.

“You shouldn’t take the lord’s name in vain.” Elijah only sounded a little like he was joking.

“What are you, a priest?” Tess watched him strip off the condom, resisting the urge to help him with the obviously unfamiliar task. But when he looked around the room for the trash, she took the condom from him, tied it off then dropped it in the small trash can she kept just under the bed.

“Just about,” he said, sinking down next to her.

She rolled her head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

The moonlight poured through the window and moved over his face, keeping the hard planes of his chest hidden in almost-shadow, an irresistible temptation for Tess’ hands. He pushed into her touch but looked briefly away from her, depriving her of the melting darkness of his eyes. But only for a moment.

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“Most of the men in my family are in the church. I was supposed to be a pastor.” Despite his confession, he sounded relaxed. His limbs were stretched out toward every corner of her queen-sized bed, but strategically making room for her, and a faint smile shaped his mouth. First time sex endorphins, maybe. In the past, Tess had found herself leaking unnecessary confessions a time or two after good sex.

“Is that why you’ve never…” She gestured mutely to their naked bodies.

“Yeah.” He said, then sighed when she soothed him with a long and slow caress down his side and along his hip. His skin was like silk under her fingers. “My parents advised me to do it years ago and, even when I started to want other things, I never found a good enough reason to sleep with anyone.”

Tess felt her curiosity reaching out like tendrils toward him despite the earlier warnings she’d given herself.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a male virgin over the age of ten before you.” She traced the long and un-calloused fingers of his hand, the rhythm of the touches lulling her into an odd combination of relaxation and arousal. His skin was so damn addictive. “And I definitely never met one who was a stripper.”

“We don’t always get what we expect,” he murmured in turn. “I certainly wasn’t expecting to end up here tonight.” He said it like it was an understatement, his eyes running lazily over her in a way that made her very aware of every place they touched.

Tess breathed into the faint arousal she already felt, allowing it to catch fully alight on the flicker of desire in his eyes. Her nipples tightened. Her hips shifted. Elijah was gorgeous and, before him, it had been a long time since she’d had a man in her bed.

But she resisted the flames of renewing desire.

“Why lose your virginity now?” She squirmed and adjusted her body on top of his into a less sexually available position, resting her chin on top of her clasped hands and on his chest. “Why me?”

Yes, he was handsome and in the prime of his youth, but those were reasons for her to want him, not the other way around.

“I don’t know,” he said far too casually. But the way he said it made her think that he did know. That although he’d just shared his body with her, his thoughts and reasons for ending up in her bed were still his to keep. “Tonight just happened.” He tipped his head toward her. “What about you, why did you bring me here?”

Because you’re hot. The dismissive comment was within easy reach, but she chose to give him the truth instead.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said back in the alley. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Elijah grunted in response, his gaze shifting to look over Tess’ shoulder. But she doubted he was seeing into the shadowed corners of her little three-room apartment.

“You were on my mind too,” he said after a while. “I’m glad you came back to the club.”

At the mention of the club, her mind went back to the question that popped up earlier but she’d been too distracted to ask. “Yes, the club where you, the almost-priest, is stripping.”

“Pastor not priest.”

He sighed and shifted against the sheets, looking uncomfortable before his features and his body settled. His lashes fluttering down to fan against his cheeks, the moonlight falling over him and turning him into a Dahomey sculpture. “It seems off, I know. But I made peace with it a long time ago. I don’t do anything with the women there. I just dance, serve some drinks and go home alone.” He turned to look at her with a shy almost smile. “Until tonight anyway. I need the money, and this pays better than any fast food joint or coffee shop I checked out before. It’s my last resort to get where I need to go.”

Tess allowed his explanation to just be. It wasn’t her place to question him, not when her own reasons for doing things—or not doing them—were flimsy at best.

“And where do you need to go?” she asked, allowing that least bit of curiosity free rein.

“Away from here.”

Tess absorbed that in silence. It seemed that everyone had a real goal to leave the city, everybody except for her. Something in her face must have given away her unpleasant thoughts because he reached for her, hands sliding down to caress her hip.

“This conversation has outlived its usefulness, don’t you think?” He squeezed her butt, an endearing mix of a caress and a grope, her sigh becoming a gasp of arousal when his fingers dipped between her cheeks to the dampness still between her thighs.

Tess tilted her head up to receive his kiss, her legs falling open to welcome the heat flickering stroke of his fingers. “I absolutely agree.”

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Jamaican-born Lindsay Evans currently lives and writes in Atlanta, GA. A writer of sensual love stories and sweet erotica, she loves good food and romance and would happily travel to the ends of the earth for both.  If you liked that, check out the review for A Delicate Affair by Lindsay Evans at AAR.

 

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