The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Chapter 94

ZANE

My Trouble stepped into the booth.

Fuck.

For a second, I forgot how to think

The sheer black dress was practically see-through under the red lighting, clinging to every curve like it had been painted on. Her full, heavy tits strained against the deep neckline, threatening to spill out with every breath. The hem barely covered the bottom of her ass, and those thick, soft thighs looked even more sinful in the sky-high stilettos they’d forced her into.

She looked like pure sin.

Like every filthy fantasy I’d ever had about her brought to life.

And other men had seen her like this tonight.

The thought made jealousy burn through my veins like acid. They’d stared at her tits, her ass, her body, my body. They’d probably touched her too, those dirty fucking hands on what belonged to me.

I wanted to burn this entire club down.

Instead, I leaned back in the booth, mask firmly in place, voice low and controlled:

“Come sit,” I said, tapping my thigh.

Astra hesitated for half a second, clearly nervous, then walked over on shaky legs. She lowered herself carefully onto my lap, straddling one of my thighs like she’d been told.

The moment her soft, warm weight settled on me, my cock hardened instantly. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin fabric, right against my leg.

She was trembling.

I placed one hand on her hip, gripping her possessively, and leaned in close so my masked face was near her car.

“Good girl,” I murmured, unable to hide my approval.

She shivered on my lap but still hadn’t recognized me.

Perfect.

I was going to enjoy every single second of this.

My hands slid down to her thick thighs and yanked her forward, forcing her to straddle me fully. Her knees sank into the leather on either side of my hips as her soft, warm pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in my pants. The short, sheer dress rode all the way up, bunching around her waist and leaving almost nothing between us.

Astra gasped sharply, hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself.

“S-sir… don’t you want a drink instead?” she stammered, voice shaky and sweet, clearly trying to distract me. “I can get you whatever you….”

“No,” I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument.

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One of my hands grabbed a handful of her plump ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pulled her even tighter against my cock. She let out a tiny, shaky whimper that went straight to my dick.

I leaned in, pressing my masked face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

Fuck.

She smelled exactly like my Trouble, sweet strawberry, warm skin, now mixed with the faint scent of nervous/sweat and the club’s smoky air. It was intoxicating, addictive and all mine.

I dragged my nose along her throat, breathing her in like a starving man.

“You smell so fucking good,” I growled against her skin. “Like strawberries and fear… and wet little pussy.”

Astra trembled violently on my lap, her fingers tightening on my shoulders. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.

I squeezed her ass again, grinding her slowly against my bulge, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me.

“Sir…” she whispered, voice cracking.

She shivered on my lap but still hadn’t recognized me.

I smiled darkly against her neck.

“Keep calling me that,” I murmured. “It’s cute.”

Astra swallowed hard, voice small and trembling.

“I… I can only do a lap dance, sir.”

Holy fuck.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My Trouble offering to give me a lap dance. My cock jerked painfully against her.

I had to fight not to rip the dress off her right there..

“Yes,” I said, my voice coming out hoarse and rough. “I would like that.”

She hesitated for a second, then slowly stood up from my lap. She looked so ‘out of her depth, cheeks flushed bright red, hands fidgeting with the hem of the tiny dress, eyes wide and nervous behind the mask.

I knew she had no idea what she was doing.

And that only made it hotter.

The club’s sensual music filtered into the private booth, low, throbbing bass with slow, seductive vocals. I reached over to the small touchscreen control panel on the side table and turned the volume up slightly, letting the music wrap around us like a private soundtrack.

“Sway your hips, baby,” I commanded, voice deeper than usual.

Astra bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed like she was trying to disappear into her own head. Then she started moving.

Fuck me.

She was tentative at first, awkward, shy, her hips rolling in small, uncertain circles. But even that was enough to drive me slowly mad.

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Her golden hair swayed as she slowly found a rhythm, hips moving side to side, then in slow, hypnotic figure-eights.

I was in awe.

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