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Chapter 6: The Lap Dance
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2026-05-28 03:09:48The booth felt too small, too hot. Killian’s body pressed against mine, hard and unyielding. His hand was still tangled in my hair, his grey eyes burning down at me like he was one second from breaking. The tequila from earlier gave me the courage I needed.
I pushed him back until his legs hit the leather couch. He dropped down onto it, eyes never leaving me. “Alessia,” he warned, voice rough. “Don’t.”
But I was done listening to warnings.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him slowly. My knees sank into the couch on either side of his thighs. The short leather dress rode all the way up my hips, exposing the black lace panties underneath. I settled right on top of the thick bulge in his pants, grinding down just enough to feel how hard he was for me.
Killian sucked in a sharp breath. His big hands hovered in the air beside my waist, fingers trembling. He looked like he was fighting himself. One part wanting to shove me off, the other desperate to pull me closer. His jaw clenched tight, the scars on his neck standing out under the low lights.
“Fuck, princess,” he growled, but he didn’t stop me.
I rolled my hips slowly, grinding my soaked pussy against his hard cock through his pants. The friction felt so good I moaned softly. My hands rested on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex under his suit. I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, lips brushing his ear.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Killian,” I whispered, grinding harder. "My brother’s best friend, and all I can think about is you touching me. Fucking me. Making me yours.”
His hands stayed hovering, shaking with the effort not to grab me. I could feel his cock twitching under me, thick and heavy. I moved faster, riding him like he belongs to me. The leather creaked under us. Every roll of my hips sent sparks through me.
Killian’s breathing grew ragged. His grey eyes were half closed now, locked on my face. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “You’re going to get us both killed,” he rasped, but his hips bucked up slightly to meet my grind.
That small movement gave me more courage. I reached down and took one of his hovering hands, placing it firmly on my ass. His fingers dug in instantly, squeezing the soft flesh. The other hand followed, gripping my hip hard. Finally. He was touching me.
I moaned louder and rocked faster on his lap. The heat between us was insane. My nipples were so hard they ached against the tight leather. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking through my panties onto his pants.
“Killian…” I breathed, pressing my forehead to his. “Stop fighting it. I’m not a little girl anymore. I want you inside me. I want you to ruin me.”
His grip tightened painfully on my ass, pulling me down harder against his cock. He was breathing like he’d run a marathon. The war in his eyes was clear. The raw need to claim me right here in this booth.
I leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, tasting salt and skin. Then I sucked lightly, grinding my pussy in slow, dirty circles on his lap. His cock felt massive under me, straining against his zipper.
A deep groan tore from his throat. “Alessia…” It was a sound of pure defeat. Raw, broken, full of years of buried want. His hands finally moved, sliding up my back and pulling me tighter against him.
That groan sent a fresh rush of heat through me. I smiled against his neck and kept riding him, faster now, chasing the pleasure building between my legs. The muffled music from the club pulsed under us, matching the rhythm of my hips.
Killian’s head fell back against the couch. His fingers dug into my body like he never wanted to let go. For the first time, he wasn’t holding back completely. He was losing the fight.
And I loved every second of it.
I sat up straighter on his lap, looking down at his face. His grey eyes were dark with lust, lips parted. I kept grinding, rolling my hips in waves, letting him feel how wet and ready I was for him.
His hands squeezed my ass harder, guiding my movements now. Another low groan escaped him. “Alessia… fuck…”
This was only the beginning. I could feel his control slipping away completely. In this dark booth, with his hands finally on me, I was going to push him all the way.
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