there were bodies lining up. Big bodies.
Unable to help herself, McKenna clapped with the others.
The lights went off, pitching the entire room into complete darkness. Although McKenna was close to the stage, she couldn’t see anything.
And then it started.
“Pony” by Ginuwine started playing, causing her belly to tighten with anticipation, and the red lights near the curtains began flashing, matching the familiar beat.
“Take it all off!” Sam yelled, making the rest of them laugh.
Xander appeared, all six and a half feet of him. He was wearing white sweatpants and a black hoodie, along with a ball cap. That’s when McKenna realized they were mimicking the scene from Magic Mike —one of her favorites.
“Woohoo!” Mercedes yelled when her man moved forward, his dance moves surprisingly good. He managed to keep the beat, but then McKenna’s eyes were drawn to the others—all nine of them—as they moved onto the stage, their moves fairly choreographed.
Well, all except for Tag, who looked as though he might turn tail and run, which made McKenna smile. She was so proud of him. She knew this wasn’t easy, but there he was, giving it his all.
The excitement level rose. A deafening roar erupted in the room as the women around her went a little crazy.
Ten big, sexy men unzipped their hoodies, ripped them from their arms, and tossed them to the side, leaving them shirtless and…
Holy hell.
She scanned all of the sexy torsos, but when she fixed her eyes on Tag, McKenna couldn’t look away. Their gazes slammed into one another as he moved forward. Gone was the initial fear she’d seen, and in its place something much, much … sexier.
He was focused only on her, and who would’ve thought that Tag Murphy could dance so well, but holy shit, he had some serious moves.
The song continued to play as the men moved down from the stage, into the audience. When Tag was directly in front of her, McKenna’s breaths rushed in and out of her lungs. She didn’t move, didn’t reach for him, but damn, she wanted to.
We’re gonna get nasty, baby.
The words echoed in the room, followed by more cheering, and that was when Tag straddled her lap, his hips gliding forward and back in a sensual move that nearly knocked McKenna from her seat. She had no idea how long he continued to give her the hottest lap dance imaginable, but then he moved back, as did the others.
They backed up closer to the stage, turning away from them as they kicked off their shoes. Their hands went to the waistband of their sweats and then…
“Fuck yes! Take it off!”
McKenna laughed, her eyes glued to Tag’s extremely fine backside. Her eyes raked over the tattoos that covered his smooth skin. And when he was clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs, which, sadly, he didn’t take off, she couldn’t contain herself any longer.
The other men moved back into the audience, and McKenna got to her feet, stalking closer to Tag, who was beckoning her with the crook of his finger.
She moved up against him, their noses nearly touching as he continued to grind his body against hers. She could hardly breathe for wanting him, a desperate ache infusing her blood. He was the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on, and tonight, he’d gone above and beyond. She’d known from the get-go that Tag wouldn’t be comfortable with this, but here he was, working it like a pro.
His arms went around her, his hands cupping her ass and jerking her forward as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“Do you know how bad I want to fuck you right now?” he asked.
McKenna nodded. She did know because she felt the same.
“I want you to ride my cock.”
Knowing they were in public and she couldn’t very well do that, McKenna allowed herself the fantasy for a moment while he squatted in front of her, his mouth and hands traveling up her body slowly as he returned to his full height.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out when he was looking down at her.
The song
Unable to help herself, McKenna clapped with the others.
The lights went off, pitching the entire room into complete darkness. Although McKenna was close to the stage, she couldn’t see anything.
And then it started.
“Pony” by Ginuwine started playing, causing her belly to tighten with anticipation, and the red lights near the curtains began flashing, matching the familiar beat.
“Take it all off!” Sam yelled, making the rest of them laugh.
Xander appeared, all six and a half feet of him. He was wearing white sweatpants and a black hoodie, along with a ball cap. That’s when McKenna realized they were mimicking the scene from Magic Mike —one of her favorites.
“Woohoo!” Mercedes yelled when her man moved forward, his dance moves surprisingly good. He managed to keep the beat, but then McKenna’s eyes were drawn to the others—all nine of them—as they moved onto the stage, their moves fairly choreographed.
Well, all except for Tag, who looked as though he might turn tail and run, which made McKenna smile. She was so proud of him. She knew this wasn’t easy, but there he was, giving it his all.
The excitement level rose. A deafening roar erupted in the room as the women around her went a little crazy.
Ten big, sexy men unzipped their hoodies, ripped them from their arms, and tossed them to the side, leaving them shirtless and…
Holy hell.
She scanned all of the sexy torsos, but when she fixed her eyes on Tag, McKenna couldn’t look away. Their gazes slammed into one another as he moved forward. Gone was the initial fear she’d seen, and in its place something much, much … sexier.
He was focused only on her, and who would’ve thought that Tag Murphy could dance so well, but holy shit, he had some serious moves.
The song continued to play as the men moved down from the stage, into the audience. When Tag was directly in front of her, McKenna’s breaths rushed in and out of her lungs. She didn’t move, didn’t reach for him, but damn, she wanted to.
We’re gonna get nasty, baby.
The words echoed in the room, followed by more cheering, and that was when Tag straddled her lap, his hips gliding forward and back in a sensual move that nearly knocked McKenna from her seat. She had no idea how long he continued to give her the hottest lap dance imaginable, but then he moved back, as did the others.
They backed up closer to the stage, turning away from them as they kicked off their shoes. Their hands went to the waistband of their sweats and then…
“Fuck yes! Take it off!”
McKenna laughed, her eyes glued to Tag’s extremely fine backside. Her eyes raked over the tattoos that covered his smooth skin. And when he was clad in only a pair of black boxer briefs, which, sadly, he didn’t take off, she couldn’t contain herself any longer.
The other men moved back into the audience, and McKenna got to her feet, stalking closer to Tag, who was beckoning her with the crook of his finger.
She moved up against him, their noses nearly touching as he continued to grind his body against hers. She could hardly breathe for wanting him, a desperate ache infusing her blood. He was the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes on, and tonight, he’d gone above and beyond. She’d known from the get-go that Tag wouldn’t be comfortable with this, but here he was, working it like a pro.
His arms went around her, his hands cupping her ass and jerking her forward as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“Do you know how bad I want to fuck you right now?” he asked.
McKenna nodded. She did know because she felt the same.
“I want you to ride my cock.”
Knowing they were in public and she couldn’t very well do that, McKenna allowed herself the fantasy for a moment while he squatted in front of her, his mouth and hands traveling up her body slowly as he returned to his full height.
“Holy shit,” she breathed out when he was looking down at her.
The song
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