6. Elliot #2
I found myself a seat at the end of the bar, and I ordered a glass of scotch.
I hated the loud pop music that the DJ was always playing and remixing, but I ignored it as I skimmed the crowd in front of me.
The dance floor wasn’t packed, but it was getting fuller as the night went on.
Couples were moving back and forth to the beat of the music, and the tables scattered about were mostly full of friend groups.
The bar was where all the singles lined up, ready to be picked off.
There was a mix of men and women around me.
Some appeared to be together, while others seemed to be in the early stages of a hostage negotiation.
The women who looked like they were waiting to find someone for the night didn’t look anything like her. There was a pale redhead, a fake-baked blonde, and a black-haired beauty who would’ve been a treat any other night.
I sipped my drink and turned my attention to the tables instead.
I started with the table in the far corner, looking at every face around it before moving to the next.
I felt someone watching me and my gaze immediately jumped down, locking with a set of light colored eyes.
She was too far away for me to make out such fine detail, but from the distance between us, I could see her long locks of dark hair. She was thin and reminded me of Eve.
Her lips turned up into a smile, and I nodded a hello before taking another sip of the scotch in my glass.
I went back to looking around the club. After several minutes, she was in my sights again.
This time, she ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip before pulling it into her mouth and biting down on it.
She batted her lashes while she twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
Fuck it .
I finished off my drink and placed the empty glass on the bar. I stood and started toward her. Once she saw that I was approaching, she sat a little taller.
“Are you here alone?” I asked when I stopped beside her.
She nodded.
“Do you want to go outside?”
Her brows furrowed. “Not even going to offer to buy me a drink first?” She ran her fingertips around the rim of the glass in front of her as her eyes moved up and down my body.
“No.”
She lifted her glass and poured the remainder of her drink into her mouth. She placed it on the table once again, and then she stood.
“Let’s go.” She started toward the front of the bar, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the back.
The emergency exits weren’t supposed to be used, but I knew the doorman wouldn’t stop me.
When he saw me coming, he stepped aside, and I pushed the door open, stepping out into the chilly night air.
The door slammed behind us, and the music from the club was suddenly cut off, leaving nothing but the sounds of the noisy city.
“My name is…” she started.
“Eve,” I told her, cutting her off.
“What?”
“Your name is whatever I say it is, and I’m saying it’s Eve. Got it?”
She grinned. “Oh, we’re playing that game.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Does that make you change your mind?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Good.” I reached out, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her against me as our mouths crashed together.
Her arms instantly moved up and wrapped around my neck.
She threaded her fingers into my hair and pulled me closer, but I took a step and urged her back.
I took around and another until she was pressed against the brick wall of the club.
With our lips welded together and our tongues dancing, I grabbed her thigh and hitched her leg up over my hip. Then my hand slid up her inner thigh until I was able to push her panties aside. My fingers slid between her folds, stroking her sensitive clit. She gasped into my mouth.
I told myself that she was Evelyn, but I didn’t feel the spark like I did with the real Evelyn.
I had never touched her, but I expected there to be fireworks when I finally did.
With the woman I was finger fucking in a dirty alleyway, I felt nothing.
No sparks. No flames. Not even warmth grew between us.
Pissed off for expecting anything more, I broke our kiss and spun her around so her back was to me instead of the wall. She stayed where I put her while I got to work on unfastening my pants and pushing my boxers over my hips.
“What do you want me to call you?” the woman in front of me asked.
“Professor,” I replied, sliding the condom on.
“Yes, Professor,” she replied.
Taking myself in hand, I guided my tip to her entrance.
I pushed inside with a single, swift motion.
She moaned for me, her body tightening around my cock.
I wound her hair around my fist before I jerked her head back and to the side so my mouth could meet hers.
She kissed me hard and fast, nearly matching the pace of my thrusts.
My free hand moved around, cupping her breast, squeezing and massaging as I raced closer and closer to my release.
The harder I fucked her, the closer I got to my high, but it was nothing like what I needed.
I knew that I needed the real Evelyn. For months, I’d been thinking of her and jacking off, hoping I could get the craving I had for her out of my system, and it wasn’t good enough.
I’d resorted to fucking other women, women who looked similar to her, but it wasn’t working either.
Every time, I became increasingly disappointed.
I couldn’t wait much longer. My patience was growing thinner by the day.
I pushed out the swell of desire from my mind. This was about revenge. Nothing more.
At least that’s what I kept telling myself.