Specter’s Birthday Surprise

Colson
I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
Well, I can believe it, but who even am I anymore? Falling in love with Specter has peeled back layers I didn’t even know I had. Now I’ve masterminded one hell of a birthday treat for him. It’s only slightly risky since Rudy is going to run interference for me, but Specter won’t know that.
Speaking of Rudy, he slips between the curtains and enters the dressing room looking spectacular in a shimmery bodysuit having just finished his set.
“You’re up next, Diva.”
Nodding, I check my reflection one more time. “I need to check with Alan that he’s got my props set up.”
“He does. I saw him on the way in.”
Blowing out a breath, I twist my neck back and forth then apply gloss to my lips. “Show time.”
Rudy claps his hands and bounces on his toes. “This is so epic.”
As I walk to the stage, I adjust the belt around my waist and smooth my hand over the silky material. Tonight I chose a silky jumpsuit that tears away with one swift tug. I’m wearing high heels with straps that twist around my calves. They aren’t the easiest to walk in but they make my legs look incredible and once the jumpsuit is off, they’ll do their job.
Alan nods at me and gives me a thumbs up when we make eye contact and then I wait behind the curtains for the music to start. The song I chose should bring the house down. I’ve been practicing the routine for over a week to get every move just right.
The song starts as the curtains open, Freeek! by George Michael, chosen for its sexy lyrics and addictive beat. I step out to the crowd already cheering but I only have eyes for the man at the table right in front of center stage.
Specter’s lips are slightly parted, his eyes heating with desire for me as I swing around and twerk my ass at the audience. I’ve always loved dancing but dancing for Specter? Next level. He sees beyond the obvious salaciousness of it and recognizes the talent and hard work that goes into each performance. I hope he knows this one is all about him.
I jump up the pole and swing around it, using my knee to anchor my weight as my hands crawl up and down my neck, before carefully sliding to the floor and rolling around. This is the part where I kick it up so I flip my leg around so I’m facing the audience, lean into a backbend where I swing my legs up then slide into the splits.
The audience is on their feet, cheering and hollering, but my eyes are on Specter’s as I shimmy back to standing. After rubbing my hands all over my body, I tear off the jumpsuit, tossing it at Specter, and smiling when he catches it.
Then I’m lost in the beat of the song, allowing my body to just let go and perform like Specter is the only man in the world because he is. He’s it for me.
As the song is ending, I backbend down to the floor again and tilt my head, signaling to Alan to drop the oil. It splashes down on me like water and the crowd goes wild, but I swear I hear Specter mutter “Fuck” in his sexy low growl.
I slide in the oil, spreading it over my body and humping the floor. When I roll over, I pump my hips to show off my sexy lace jock and bounce my ass cheeks. I spin around so I’m facing Specter, and then I crawl dramatically toward him, rolling onto my back when I get to the end of the stage, my head back, my hair soaking in oil, my body tingling with anticipation. The song ends with heavy breathing that I mimic on stage.
The lights drop as the music fades and I soak in the crowd’s adulation for a moment, knowing it lights Specter up. They can look but he gets to touch.
I slink off stage while the lights are still down, smiling as I listen to all the clapping and cheering while I walk to the dressing room. Now it’s time for Specter’s birthday present. What do you get a guy who’s a hitman and has just about every creature comfort he could ever want?
An experience. That’s what.
Rudy sees me and gives me a thumbs up as I slip behind the curtain. I lift my phone from my dressing table and send the text.
Me: Can you come back here for a minute please.
Specter: Fuck yes.
Laughing softly, I drag a hand through my wet hair. It’s a bitch to get the oil out but I have a feeling it will be worth it.
The curtain opens just seconds later and Specter is there. He’s wearing jeans tonight, unusual but nice, and a nice dark gray cashmere sweater.
“Are you okay?”
“Of course.” I let my eyes roam over this incredible man. He’s so damn sexy it hurts to look at him sometimes, and he’s mine. “I was hoping you could help me out.”
“What do you need?”
“You.” I drag my hand down my chest, circling my nipple with my fingertip. “Here. Now.”
“Jesus,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “Are you serious?”
“You told me the first time you saw me perform with oil that you wished you could fuck me while I was still covered in it.” I lean a little closer, careful not to get him dirty. “So fuck me.”
Specter shakes his head. “You never stop surprising me.”
“That’s how we stay in the honeymoon stage, right?”
A slow smile spreads across his lips. “Right.”
He comes closer, but I put my hand out. “You’ll get oil on your clothes.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
Then he’s on me, crashing into me as our mouths collide. I slide my fingers into his hair as he massages my ass in his strong hands. I know I’m ruining his clothes but if he doesn’t care, I won’t either.
Wrapping my hand around the collar of his sweater, I guide him to the small leather bench in the room and push him down onto it, then I move into lap dance mode, grinding myself on his thigh before leaning in to tease him with a little kiss.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, trying to chase my kiss, but I’m in control of this game.
While I dance, I tug his sweater over his head and he helps me by lifting his arms. Then I kneel between his legs, mouthing his bulge through his jeans while I work on his zipper. There’s already oil stains on his jeans which actually makes me smile. When we go back out there, everyone will know he had his hands on me.
Only him.
Reaching inside his jeans, I grip his cock, stroking him slowly up and down. My ass clenches in anticipation, my own cock swelling and leaking. I twist around, rubbing my ass into his lap as he does his best to dig his fingers into my slippery hips.
“I’ve been dreaming about having you inside me again,” I whisper over my shoulder, still grinding into his silky boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, reaching around me to tweak my nipples.
I turn around again, tapping his hip for him to lift them. Specter tugs his jeans and underwear down to his knees, stroking his very hard erection. My mouth waters as I climb onto his lap, facing out so my back is against his chest.
Specter’s hands slide up my torso as he holds me close and I rock against his cock. I reach between us and align his cock head to my hole, but he tenses.
“You need more prep.”
“Baby, I’ve been planning this for a damn week. Trust me. I’m ready.”
He wraps his large hand around my face and pulls me in for a kiss. “You blow my mind.”
“I blow more than that I think.” I wink, then exhale as I slide down his length.
We both tense, adjusting to the sensation. It’s still a total mind fuck how good sex is with this man. Every time too. When it’s slow and sweet in the morning, quick in the afternoon after a work out, or dirty and sexy like it is now, it feels new and exciting. I hope it’s always like this.
I begin moving, sliding up and down his length, my head resting on his shoulder as his cock invades my insides. I shift slightly so he’ll hit that perfect spot and once I’ve found it, I let loose, bouncing on his cock like I need it to breathe.
Specter’s lips are on my neck and my ear, nibbling, kissing, as his fingers dig into me, holding onto my slick skin as much as he can. My cock strains against my jock until Specter mercifully tugs it to the side, releasing me.
“Fuck,” he moans, stroking me in time with my thrusts on his cock.
This is so fucking hot. I wish we had a camera recording how amazing we have to look right now. I can see a glimpse of us in the floor length mirror at the back of the room, but it’s just a hint of our flesh.
“I love you,” Specter says, biting my neck. “I fucking love you so much.”
Reaching behind me, I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. And that’s how we finish, kissing, Specter’s hand stroking me, while his dick absolutely wrecks my hole. I’m in heaven, floating on a cloud of happiness that I never want to come down from.
“I’m gonna come,” he grits out. “Your hole is fucking perfect.”
“Perfect for your cock. We were made for this together.”
“Yes,” he hisses, dragging his teeth on my neck before sucking a bruise onto my flesh.
God, I love it when he marks me. I want everyone in the club to know I belong to him.
A memory returns and I laugh softly.
“Ownership is such a funny word,” he said all those months ago. “Wouldn’t you like to belong to someone?”
Turns out, yes, I would like to belong to someone. To him.
I feel Specter’s cock swell inside me, knowing he’s close, so I go hard, biting my bottom lip to keep from screaming out when my orgasm hits. Specter’s hand moves to my neck, squeezing gently as he breathes my name in my ear and explodes deep inside me.
My cum splashes up and falls onto our thighs as he strokes me through this incredible release. I finally flinch from the sensitivity of it and sink against him, smiling as he wraps his arms around me. Now we’re both oily, sweaty, and covered in cum, but goddamn that was the hottest fuck of my life.
“Happy birthday, mon tueur,” I whisper, laughing softly. “I hope the reality lived up to your fantasy.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds as he nuzzles my neck. “Nope. The reality blew any fantasy out of the water. You are unreal, mon joli danseur.”
My tummy flutters. “Pretty dancer, huh?”
“The prettiest.” Using his fingers, he turns my face so I can meet his gaze. “I love you so much. I didn’t know I could feel this much or this good.”
“We couldn’t before now. It had to be us.” A smile pulls at his lips and I brush my thumb across his chin. “You are stunning when you smile.”
“I do it a lot more now.” He leans in and kisses me softly. “Thank you for this. Truly epic.”
“I like to make dreams come true. Yours anyway.”
“Should I ask how you pulled it off?”
“No, but we should get dressed.” I slide off his lap, shivering as his cum dribbles out of me and down my thigh. “God, that’s hot.”
“Mmm.” He reaches behind me and drags his fingers through the mess. “Kind of want to eat you out now.”
“Dirty boy.” I pat his chest. “I’d say yes if I hadn’t been rolling all over the floor earlier.”
“Not sure I care.”
I watch him pull his oil stained jeans up and reach for his sweater. I catch my reflection and chuckle. I look a mess. A fucked out, dicked down, glorious mess.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower and be back out there.”
“Your fans are waiting.”
“As long as you’re waiting, that’s all that matters.”
“I’ll always be here.” He glances down at his own clothing and chuckles. “Everyone’s gonna know.” He blows on his knuckles. “That’s right, boys. Cashmere is all mine.”
“I’m really glad you came in here that first night and didn’t give up on me.”
Specter’s gaze softens as he cradles my face in his hand. “Me too, beautiful. Me too.”
What a wild ride this has been but honestly, I wouldn’t trade any of it. Letting Specter into my life was one of the better decisions I’ve made in life.