Shake it For Me

The door to Soul's room creaked open and closed as his girlfriend walked in, but he ignored her as he continued tuning his guitar. She had called him earlier that day to say she was coming over to stay the night so her arrival didn't surprise him. He twisted the silver knobs on his instrument while the sound of boots walked across his hardwood floor. They stopped in the middle of the room, and Maka coughed to direct his attention towards her. Glancing up from his guitar, he felt his jaw slacken at the sight before him.

Maka stood in the barn-turned-house wearing one of the plaid shirts he had left at her apartment. It was tied up in a knot over her taut stomach, the buttons on top undone to reveal a sparkly black bra, and her Daisy Dukes rode low on her hips as she stared at him. Blonde, wavy hair draped down the side of her head and over her shoulders. She reminded him of one of the many girls he had seen at the dozens of rodeos he had attended; their fake attempts at trying to be what they believed cowboy's wanted were always futile and called for eye-rolling. Only really desperate cowboys went after them.

But Maka standing in front of him had the exact effect all those girls were searching for.

He placed his guitar on the ground next to him, licked his lips, and slouched down in his chair. "Well this is definitely a surprise."

"You said you were the only one here, and I thought we could – that we could – um."

She bit down on her bottom lip and rolled the flesh beneath her teeth, twirling one strand of hair around her finger. A small blush dusted her swan-like neck and crept up her skin to cover her cheeks in a deep red. He knew she was nervous as hell and not at all accustomed to being sexy in the slightest, but from Soul's vantage point, she was hot as hell. Her look gave off the innocent cowgirl who didn't know a thing about cows. Soul was supposed to be disgusted and turned off, but this was his girlfriend and she always had the opposite effect on him no matter what.

"Thought we could what?" he asked, one brow rising as if challenging her.

Maka wrang out her hands and her hips wiggled a little as she tried to work up the courage to say the words that were on the edge of her tongue. She was nervous as hell to be asking him – her boyfriend – if he was okay with her dancing for him. She had read countless blog posts and read up on the subject for so long that she had felt comfortable to do it minutes ago, but now she wasn't so sure. What if Soul hated it? What if he was disgusted that she would even ask him such a thing? God, this was easier when she was practicing at home.

"I was, um, wondering…" she trailed off.

Staring at the floor, she balled her hands into fists and after a while, said to hell with her nerves. Her head snapped back up, and she looked at him straight on as she blurted out, "I was wondering if I could give you a lap dance!"

Soul's eye bulged. She wanted to do what? A lap dance? For him?

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in having her dance for him, though. There had been countless times when Black Star dragged him out to the strip club and paid one of the dancers to do such a thing for him, but every attempt had ended in failure. Soul was disgusted by the act, not turned on in the slightest, and always had to shower afterward because he felt grossed out that he let himself partake in it.

But Maka?

Maka was different. She actually possessed the ability to turn him on at any given moment in time. He was more than positive that if she was the one giving him a lap dance, he wouldn't feel the need to shower afterward.

"Uh, yea. Yeah, you can. Do you need music?"

Her heart jolted in her chest at his words, and she looked up to see if he was lying or not. Dark, lustful, crimson eyes stared at her as he grabbed his phone off the stand next to him before they turned down to swipe through the music. He was honestly interested in her giving him a lap dance. She couldn't believe it.

Soul found some nice, smooth jazz for Maka to dance to; it was a song he had shown her how to dance to a long time ago. He placed the phone back on the stand and waited for her to begin, arching his eyebrows up when she didn't move.

She licked her lips as she got the hint that he was waiting for her to start. Rolling her shoulders back, she started to slowly walk to him in the way she had practiced at her apartment. One foot moved in front of the other while her hands rubbed along her stomach and across the top of the shirt she wore. She opened it a bit more to give Soul a little glimpse at her bra before her fingers floated across the tops of her breasts. He scooted up on the chair as she straddled his leg, his breath coming out ragged, and she felt pride swell up in her chest.

Whatever she was doing, it was definitely working.

He watched as she swiveled her hips down, rubbed her shorts on his knee, and then moved back up to tease him some more. She turned around and grabbed either arm of his chair; she arched her back and dipped down so that he got a good view of her ass. It swung from side to side, her butt cheeks looking deliciously squeezable, and Soul wanted to reach out and grab it. He wanted to ravage her body and taste her all over, but this was a dance specially for him. He had to hold out a little bit longer.

Licking his lips, he raised his hips slightly and tugged down on his pants that were getting a little too tight. Unfortunately, as he did so, it also brushed against her ass and stilled her movements for only a second.

"Fuck, sorry!" he blurted out.

Maka smiled at the sensation of his hard dick rubbing against her ass, and another wave of pride washed through her body. It was the exact reaction she had wanted to pull from him. A new found confidence drove her to be a little more seductive and sexual in her performance, and she felt herself getting wet and excited for turning him on.

Glancing over her shoulder, she coyly smiled and spoke in a low, haughty voice. "It's okay. I like it."

Soul gulped.

Heat rose in his body at the look she gave him, her voice sending goosebumps crawling up his arms, and his dick ached to touch her. He wanted to feel her walls as he slid in and out of her; he wanted to hear his name as it resounded in his room, growing hoarser and hoarser the more he pounded into her. His tongue yearned to taste the salty sweat that dripped down her skin as she squirmed below him, dip between her chest, and lavish her tits for all that they were worth.

Hooking his fingers into her belt loops, he tugged her back toward his dick and guided her hips so that her ass rubbed harder on him.

She squeaked at his action, but moaned when she felt the bulge in his pants rub against her rear once again. Her eyes fluttered close as she allowed herself to be enthralled by the sensation of him being erect already after only a few minutes of her dancing. Her hands cupped over her breasts, and she molded and kneaded them. Soon she was moving her own hips against him, scooting further and further back until she was gliding her crotch over his dick.

Another moan – much louder than the one before – broke through her throat at the same time as he grunted behind her. She wiggled herself harder on his bulge, continuously playing with her tits and stimulating herself. Her core ached to feel him inside her as he fucked her brains out; her body yearned for his hands to roam around her flesh, to squeeze and tease her nipples while his mouth placed white hot kisses on her back. She was horny and desperate for him and wanted all of him.

Soul couldn't take it any longer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and dug his nails into her stomach as she rubbed her crotch over his dick. His hips left the chair slightly to hump into her while his hands trailed up her body to where the plaid shirt was and back down. Her skin was warm and hot beneath his touch, but he still craved more.

"Take your shorts off," he commanded in a low growl.

"What?"

"Take your shorts off… please?"

Maka blinked at him, a little shocked at his request, but nodded and moved away. He groaned out his displeasure of leaving him, but she reassured him it wasn't going to take her too long. She sat on his bed, took off the boots she wore, and stood back up to remove her shorts. Her fingers were on the last button when she remembered that she wasn't wearing her normal panties beneath; she was wearing a thong. Ignoring the embarrassment at her attempt at being a little too sexy for the man, she continued to remove the shorts. She didn't make eye contact with him as she revealed what was beneath, but smiled when he let out a puff of air.

"Fuck me," he groaned. "Is it my birthday or something?"

"You like them?" she asked a little tentatively.

"Really? You're gonna ask me if I like them?" He smiled. "Maka, I like you when you're sitting on my bed with my shirt and sweats on. Shit, I get a fucking boner when you're covered up! And yet you're honestly gonna ask if I like you wearing just a damn thong?"

"I'll take that as a yes, then," she giggled.

His grin grew wider as she walked back over toward him. He placed his hands on her hips and whirled her around so that her ass was facing him once again. Guiding her back toward his dick, he helped move her over his bulge until she found her own rhythm. He sat back and enjoyed the view of her tight ass as it wiggled in front of him, the black thong peeking out between her cheeks. His hands brushed along the edge of her butt, marked the curves along it, and rubbed down her back.

She was hot as fuck moving against him like that, and he really wanted to fuck her.

But he also wanted to enjoy the show.

Maka rubbed herself harder on his hard dick, the friction increasing more than before from the sheerness of her thong. She felt herself wetting the front of his pants with the moisture from between her legs, but god did it feel great. It wasn't like having his actual cock inside her, but it was pretty damn close. The hardness of his concealed erection rubbed against her clit as she slowly circled around him, and her moans became breathier and quieter as she continued.

Her body felt like it was on fire; her desire for him increased with each passing second.

He raised his hips up, circled them around slightly as she moved against him before falling back down onto the chair. A moan broke through her as he groaned out his own pleasure. His hands snuck up her shirt to undo her bra, and they cupped over her breasts, kneading and molding them to his liking. Using two fingers, he tweaked her nipples, gently tugged them, and rubbed them soothingly to relieve the slight pain.

The jazz music had changed to something more sultry a long time ago, and her mewls and hip rolling were perfectly timed with it. Soul marveled at how well she had improved with her rhythm. He leaned forward to kiss her back softly, and whisper his pride against her skin.

They continued their movements until the third jazz song ended. Soul figured that was enough dancing for one night – if that was even considered a lap dance, really. Gripping her hips, he pushed himself off the chair and directed them both toward his bed. Maka squeaked at the sudden movement, but didn't protest as she climbed on top. She removed the remainder of her clothes without him asking, and flopped down on her back while he removed his own clothing.

After tugging off his shirt and tossing it to the side, he stared down at her and licked his lips at the moisture that coated her opening. She was hot and ready for him to take her, her skin glowing beneath the dim lighting of his room, but he didn't want her like this. Her ass had looked extremely beautiful when she was rubbing it on his erection earlier, and he found himself wanting to see more of it.

"Turn over," he said.

She cocked her head to the side. "Huh?"

"I don't wanna do it like this." At her continued confused look, he grinned. "I wanna do it doggy style."

Her eyes bulged at his bluntness."Soul!"

"What? What else am I supposed to call it?"

"You don't have to be so vulgar!"

"Fine, I wanna take you from behind. Is that better?"

"No," she muttered. A light blush dusted her cheeks. "I guess you can call it doggy style."

"Maka, there's seriously no other word for it."

"But I don't like that position!" she scowled. "Whatever you call it, I'm not a big fan of that position! It makes me feel inferior to you or something."

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, feeling a little defeated by her words. But he respected her and was a gentlemen, if she wasn't comfortable with it, then neither was he.

"Alright. If you don't wanna, then we don't have to. We can do it missionary."

She smiled. "It's not like you won't see my ass any other time. You can look at it anytime you want."

Soul laughed and shook his head, but didn't say anything in response. Instead he crawled on top of the bed and hovered above her. Threading his fingers through her hair, he leaned down and kissed her gently. His tongue flicked out to slip through her lips, caressing and circling around hers before receding back out. She moaned against his mouth when he went in for a second time, drawing out another moan from her as he pulled back out again.

Her hands twined into his soft, white hair, tugging on the strands as she pressed her lips harder against his and drew out more passion from their kissing. She squirmed on the bed below him, and raised her hips slightly to get more comfortable. Fire scorched her skin, little tingles flew down her spine, and her core ached for him. Her mind was fuzzy and cloudy – all thoughts filled with him and only of him.

He broke away from the kiss, his breath warming her, and she felt his smile as he kissed her again.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

"You were hot dancing for me. Should do that more often."

She smiled and laughed. "You're such a perv."

"Wouldn't be if I didn't have such a hot girlfriend."

"You're prejudiced."

"I know what I like, there's a difference." He kissed her softly again. "And I like you, so if that makes me biased, so be it."

Soul didn't give her a chance to respond as he pushed himself off the bed. "Do we need a condom?"

"Uh," Maka thought about it real quick. When was the last time she took her pill? She couldn't remember; she was sure she had, but it wasn't worth the risk. "I think I did take it, but I'm not sure. Put one on just in case."

He took a couple minutes to remove a condom from his drawer, sheath his erect dick with it, and drag her closer to him.

"You wanna use lube too?" he asked.

"No. I think I'm good from rubbing myself on you earlier," she said a little bashfully.

Soul gave her a toothy smirk as he hovered over her and glided his dick over the seam of her pussy. "I'm not surprised. You were really going at it."

"That's because I was really – Aah," she moaned as he slowly entered her.

Her head pressed back on the pillow, and her back arched off the bed. She felt her walls expand as his length filled her, the ache in her core being relieved by the feeling of his dick within her. She rolled her ankle as her toes curled against the sheets and her hands bundled them in her grip. His body pressed down flat on top of hers, his arms holding up most of his weight, and waited a few seconds for her to become accustomed to his member inside her before sliding back out and then back in.

The heat of his body was welcoming on her skin. The flush along her chest became warmer as Soul moved on top of her. His hips thrust against her own, his muscles rolled on her stomach each time they met, and his chest hit hers when he came back down. She wound her arms around his back to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, and her legs wrapped around his waist, the heels of her feet pressing against his ass and encouraging him to go faster.

Her nails scraping against his back and her heels digging into his ass pushed him to thrust his hips harder against her. His dick slid in and out of her, pausing for a brief moment to press his lower abdomen against her clit and bring her closer to her orgasm. His cock throbbed within her, pulsing as it begged for release. He felt warm liquid dripping out from the tip of him, but he restrained himself from orgasming as he continued to pound into her. She needed to find pleasure first, not him. That was how he had always done things.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck as she mewled out her pleasure and cried out his name. He gently sunk his teeth into her shoulder, and cradled her head in his arms as he thrust harder and harder into her. Warmth spread across his lower abdomen as he grew closer and closer to his orgasm, and her voice grew hoarser as their actions continued. Her nails scraped harder against his back, breaking flesh as they left marks on his skin, and her thighs tightened around his waist.

Her orgasm was hard and shook her entire body as she shuddered and squirmed against him. Maka's walls gripped his cock as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her body. His name was a feeble, drawn out cry as it left her mouth. Relief washed over as she came down from her high, her body sore and spent, her core weak. His thrust slowed as he tried to reach his own release, and she helped him out by kissing below his ear.

"Come for me," she whispered.

A chill ran down his spine at her words, his dick twitched, and with one final thrust, he came into the condom. Relief and satisfaction washed over his body as he groaned out against her skin, crying out her name and digging his head into the bed below him. She rubbed her hands soothingly down his back, cooing her praise for his actions in his ear as he came down from his high. The air conditioner cooled his heated back as he rested for a while and waited for his orgasm to subside.

Once it did, he rolled over and laid next to her on the bed. His arms and legs were spread out as his chest heaved up and down, and he begged for the heat of his body to subside. He felt dirty, but it was a good kind of dirty. Sweat dripped down his face and all over him, but he didn't much mind. It had all been for a good cause.

Maka turned to look at Soul, watched as his chest moved, and smiled. She was relieved and satisfied – no longer horny like she had been originally – and she laid there for a while basking in the afterglow of their sexual experience. Moving her legs proved to be painful as she groaned out her displeasure, but it was also a nice ache. Her body cooled off the longer she laid there. Their hard breathing evened out into soft, calming breaths as they both fell from their high together, and Maka found the whole situation peaceful.

The after effects of sex were nice when they were spent with the man she loved.

"You good?" he asked, lightly slapping her bare stomach.

"Yea. You?"

"Fucking fantastic." He rolled back over and gently kissed her cheek. "Thanks for coming over. You make one hot cowgirl."

"Thank you."

"I'll be back. I really gotta pee." Soul slid off the bed and walked toward the bathroom, holding his dick as he went.

"Way to ruin the mood!" Maka yelled after him.

"Shuddup! You gotta go too, and you know it!"

"But I don't announce it to you."

Soul opened the door and glared at her. "Really?"

"I don't announce it all the time," she mumbled. "Now hurry up! I need to go after you're done."

After they cleaned the sweat and stickiness from their bodies and used the restroom, Soul and Maka laid back on the bed in sleep clothes and nestled in together. Their legs were tangled together as they pressed their bodies close to each others; their kisses were soft and lingered a little as they grew steadily tired as the night wore on. Soul whispered his love and affection against her lips while Maka hummed her appreciation before sleep finally took them both.