10. Rose
10
ROSE
T he music was loud but the atmosphere was incredible. We walked into the club just after nine, and it was already packed with men and women drinking and dancing. The look on Cole's face showed a bit of apprehension, and as I looked around, I saw why. Everyone in this place was my age or younger. He probably felt a bit out of touch or uncomfortable, but I remembered what Kiki had said about his needing to open up, and I felt like this would bring him back to his dating years.
"Want a drink?" I shouted over the din of music, and his eyes flashed with a touch of desperation as he nodded. I chuckled as I took his hand and dragged him to the bar. It was a bit quieter on this side of the club, making it easier to hear the bartender and place our order. I got a sex on the beach and Cole ordered a light beer, which I rolled my eyes at.
When we had our drinks, we perched on barstools and sipped them as we adjusted to the mood. I faced him, and he sat with his knees outward, eyes scanning the gyrating club with its thumping melody and pulsing lights. He looked really out of place with his tie and stiff demeanor, and I wondered how I could get him to loosen up a little and have fun.
"So, did you used to go clubbing? I mean… when you were dating?" My question came out a bit more awkward than I planned, but Cole looked grateful for the distraction from his surroundings. Women were staring at him, and not in a good way. He was easily fifteen years older than most of the men in this place, but as such a hot silver fox, I felt like I was showing off what a score he was.
"Not really…" He smiled at me, but I could tell he wasn't comfortable here. "But this is okay." He brought his beer to his lips and drank deeply, and I decided it was time to do something bigger to help him relax.
I picked up my drink and downed it, then raised my glass to the bartender and held up two fingers. "Time to have some fun," I told Cole, and I slid off my stool. I wasn't exactly dressed for clubbing, but the little black dress I wore was at least easy to move in.
The music picked up, and I dipped and swayed right there, not even bothering to join those on the dance floor getting their groove on. I found a rhythm and put my entire body into it, and Cole ate it up. His eyes scanned up and down my body, making eye contact now and then, and when I turned my back to him, knowing his eyes were on my ass, I noticed a few women staring at me, so I danced even harder.
When the bartender brought our drinks, I handed one to Cole, who gave me a skeptical expression, and I smirked. "Just drink it. Loosen up a bit… let's have fun," I told him, but I leaned in really close to add, "You won't regret it." As I backed away, I noticed his Adam's apple bob up and down and felt a rush of attraction sweep down through my body, pooling in my core.
The liquor was already hitting me, making me a bit freer. My inhibitions were vanishing as I downed my second drink and returned to dancing for him. The song changed, changing my rhythm, but not my excitement. The more he stared at me, the riskier I got until I was touching him, petting his chest and playing with his tie. I loosened it and let it hang around his shoulders, then undid the top few buttons of his shirt.
When I let my hand slide down over his groin, I saw a twitch of hunger flit across his face and his hand wrapped around my wrist as he gently set my palm on his thigh. So he wasn't into public displays of affection, but I knew I was getting to him. Just one brush over his lap was enough to feel the bulge there. He was turned on.
So I turned it up again.
Cole finished his beer, and then downed the mixed drink, and I closed in on him. I let his knee slide between my thighs and I ground on his leg, moving my hips in a serpentine motion as I rested both hands on his shoulders. His hands curled around my hips and his eyes looked down at my chest where my dress had crept slightly lower, exposing more of my cleavage.
I was starting to get drunk, and that was making me horny too. I shut out everyone else in the room and focused on his expression, not breaking the eye contact I had going with Cole until he leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "What are you doing?"
I grinned and turned my head so I could speak right into his ear, then I licked his earlobe and bit down softly before I spoke. His growl of approval encouraged me so I said, "I'm helping you loosen up. What are you going to do about it?" My pelvis rode his thigh harder when he lifted his leg slightly, and I could tell I was getting wet. Coming to this club was an excellent idea.
"I think we should go," he said back to me, and at first I thought he sounded upset. I swallowed hard and backed away, but his hand kept me there, straddling his thigh. His eyes swept down over my body again and then landed on my lips. "Fuck," he whispered, but I couldn't hear him. All I could do was read his lips.
He wanted to go? Then we would go, and I didn’t know where he planned to go but even if it was just his car, I hoped he had no intention of ending our night.
I backed away, and he reached into his wallet and dropped a few twenties on the bar to pay for our drinks. Then he stood and put his hand in the small of my back. I headed for the front door and he walked behind me. I was a little nervous, but his hand slid down over the curve of my ass and squeezed and it sent a thrill through me.
When his fingers found the hem of my skirt and he started inching it up, I glanced over my shoulder to see how close he was. No one was watching us. Cole's body was almost touching mine, and his fingers danced along the elastic lace of my panties.
We hit the sidewalk in a rush of adrenaline, and the chill of the air cooled my skin significantly. I turned and walked backward, and Cole closed in on me, hands gripping my hips. His lips crashed into mine, and I draped my arms over his shoulders as his body pressed against me. We continued moving along the side of the building in the darkness, and his hands groped every inch of my torso. When I finally came up for air, we were standing between two parked cars.
"Uh, so…" I breathed, desperate to kiss him again.
"My car," he grunted and continued pushing me farther into the darkness. There were more cars in the parking lot now, and fewer people. I let Cole herd me between the cars into the dark corner where he parked beneath a burnt-out streetlamp. He opened the back door, and I started to get in, but he pulled me back and climbed in first.
I grinned at him as I climbed in after him and shut the door, and my dress bunched up around my waist as I lifted a leg and straddled him. Just coming down on his lap made a chill go up my back, and an ache started low in my groin.
"You really want this?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. He didn’t sound hesitant. He sounded delirious with desire for me, and I felt the same way.
"Fuck yes," I mumbled before crushing my mouth against his again. He was an animal, grabbing my body and pulling me down hard onto his lap. His cock was fully erect now, just waiting to be let out of those cotton slacks to have fun.
I wriggled around on his lap, trying to get comfortable. His hand slid beneath my skirt and underneath my panties, his digits delving inside me without any warning. I whimpered against his mouth at the sudden intrusion, but it felt so good.
His fingers were everywhere, touching and caressing, finding all the right spots. My hips began to gyrate against his touch and against his hardness that was still trapped between us. "Damn it," I moaned against his mouth. "I want you now." My core throbbed, aching for him to penetrate me. I knew the orgasm would be intense, and I couldn’t get to it fast enough.
His hands traveled up my thighs and pushed my skirt higher up around my waist. Then he reached for his fly and unbuttoned his pants. I could hear the sound of his zipper being lowered in the darkness, and a rush of desperation made me whine. My fingers knotted in his hair, and I felt his hand moving between us, pulling his dick out.
“Shit…” I hissed when it brushed the inside of my thigh. I hadn’t even gotten my panties off yet, but I wanted him inside me. The alcohol made my head spin and my chest pound, and I tried to rise up and shimmy the silky undergarments off, but Cole reached up and hooked a finger around the crotch and pulled them aside.
It made me hiss to feel him touch me again, and I lowered back down slightly. His cock slid across my entrance, revealing how much moisture I’d made. My pussy screamed to be touched too.
“God, Rose,” Cole breathed, and I hovered there, on my knees just above his dick as I kissed him. Suddenly, I wanted this to last, to feel this chemistry and sizzle for as long as I could.
“You like this?” I asked him, biting his lower lip and rocking my hips so my pussy teased his head. It teased me too, slipping ever so gently through my moisture, taunting the bundle of nerves just inside my entrance that wanted to feel pleasure.
“I haven’t felt this in decades,” he growled, and he grabbed my hip and squeezed. His grip was hard and desperate. No doubt, it was intense for him if I was feeling it too.
“You want me to tease you?” I purred, kissing along his jawline to his ear. His cologne invaded my senses and I forgot any sense of decency.
“I think you’ve been doing that already.” Cole’s thumb reached up and pushed under my panties and rubbed my clit, and I bit my lip and whimpered. His touch drove me wild.
“Oh, my God, I’m so on fire,” I whimpered. My need to feel his skin against mine was overwhelming, but I didn’t want to strip completely off. The windows were fogged, but I was starting to get really drunk, and I had no idea how he felt, but between the wine at the restaurant and our few drinks here, both of us were probably feeling it.
“Yeah, I know… I want that pussy of yours down around my cock, but I don’t want it to be over fast.” He kissed me again, and I arched my neck up, letting him kiss down my neck to my breastbone. His lips peppered hot kisses along my skin, and I reached up and tugged the front of my dress down, exposing my right breast and nipple, which he greedily took into his mouth and nibbled on.
“Fuck,” I grunted when he sucked and swirled on my nipple as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. “I don’t want to wait anymore,” I told him, and I rocked my hips harder. When I started to slowly descend over his dick, I groaned in pleasure. It was bigger than I expected him to be. “Oh, God,” I moaned into the darkness as he filled me up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good.”
Cole placed both hands on my ass and pulled me down harder onto him.
I gasped at the fullness and then leaned forward, resting my forearms on the back seat as he thrust up into me. My pussy was so tight and hot around him that every time he moved, it felt like he was stretching me more. It had been a while since I’d had sex with anyone, and Cole felt so good inside me, I didn’t even care about the stretching pains.
“Fuck…” I moaned, grinding against him. “Oh, my God…”
His fingers dug into my hips and he pulled me in even closer, our bodies smashing together as we rocked together in the backseat. His breath was hot on my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin as we fucked each other in the dark.
“I need to come…” I whimpered, rocking harder against him. “Oh, my God, I’m going to come.”
“Fuck, yes,” he growled in my ear and sped up his thrusts.
Heat built between my legs, and I moaned louder as my orgasm exploded through my body like fireworks on the Fourth of July. My pussy clenched around his dick, and he groaned loudly against my chest. His teeth bit down on my nipple again, heightening the pleasure as I convulsed and spasmed. It was glorious and made me giddy.
The alcohol had fully taken effect now, and my eyes were heavy with relaxation and lust, and I claimed his lips again for another kiss. Cole’s hunger continued while my body began to come down, and I started moving against him, finding the rhythm he set and grinding in time with his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned against my mouth. “I’m gonna…”
I bit his lower lip and rocked harder, grinding my hips into his as he came. His cock jerked inside me, spurting his load deep inside me, and he growled a low rumble that vibrated my chest.
“Wow…” he panted, collapsing back against the seat.
I collapsed against his chest, my panting mixing with his as our breaths came in ragged gasps. My dress was around my waist and my panties were still pushed to the side around him. Cole’s dick was still inside me, and I felt him twitching, my muscles clenching around him.
“Damn,” I finally managed to say, lifting my head and looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “That was…”
“Incredible,” he finished for me, and he kissed me again. This time, it was sloppy and wet and messy, but I didn’t care. I felt so dizzy and sleepy, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my forehead on his shoulder.
His head reclined backward on the headrest and his arms pulled me against him. I never felt when he got soft or if he moved me off his lap. Before the waves of pleasure ceased, I had passed out, drunk on alcohol and sex, and totally at ease in his arms.