Chapter 9 Annalise
Chapter nine
Annalise
I’m swaying back and forth to the music as I wait to order another drink at the bar when the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Heat radiates over my shoulder as a deep, sensual voice whispers in my ear, “Do you know how many men can’t take their eyes off of you dancing over here?”
I tilt my head up to find a gorgeous raven-haired man with emerald eyes and a beautiful full sleeve tattoo. He looks slightly familiar, but I don’t have any classes with him, so if he does go to Scion, he’s definitely Bravo Company.
“Do you always use such terrible pickup lines?” I tease, but I can already feel the blush tinting my cheeks.
“It’s not a line when it’s the truth.” His grin deepens. “And now every bastard is jealous that I get that gorgeous smile you’ve had all night pointed in my direction.”
His smile is mesmerizing as he extends his hand between us, open and waiting. “Dance with me.” It’s not really a question, but it’s not an order either. He’s confident, like he already knows my answer, and he’s merely waiting for me to catch up.
I raise a brow, but my hand is sliding into his before I realize what I’m doing.
Turning away from the bar, drink completely forgotten, he leads me to a spot in the middle of the crowd, and pulls me into him.
Unlike every other guy who has danced with me tonight, he doesn’t take position against my backside.
Instead, I’m facing him, his hand solid on my lower back.
Not too low, not too hard, just enough to feel slightly possessive.
My hands move on instinct, squeezing the solid curve of his biceps, the tight black t-shirt only accentuating how easily he fills it.
I slide up over his shoulders and lace my fingers at the back of his neck, drawing him closer as he does the same, closing the last inch of space between us.
His leg slips between mine, and I sway against him.
His free hand caresses up and down my side, applying a little more pressure as his hand glides over my ribs and under my breasts.
“Are you always this smooth?” I ask, desperate to distract myself before I start moaning right here on the dance floor and ruin everything. Between working to cover bills, getting arrested, and spending a few months in jail, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a man's hands on me like this.
He lowers his mouth closer to my ear, “Only when I really want something.”
I try to laugh at the cheesiness, but the sound comes out breathless, even to me.
Get yourself together, Annalise!
“Careful,” I whisper back, my fingertips skimming along the sensitive spot below his ear. “Keep talking like that, and I might let you show me exactly what you have in mind.”
His answering grin is slow, mischievous, and entirely too inviting.
His hand leaves my side, igniting every nerve as he brushes his fingers up the curve of my throat until they find their way to my chin. Agonizingly slow, he tilts my face up to the perfect angle as he leans down and kisses me, still swaying to the beat.
He’s gentle at first, his lips brushing against mine as he tastes and teases.
He’s delicious and intoxicating—easier to get drunk on than any alcohol in this bar.
His tongue gently glides along my lip, and I open for him immediately.
Heat builds between my legs, and I kiss him back with a need unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
I’m lost in him, in his every kiss. When his hands drift down to my plump ass as he squeezes, I imagine him doing that while he thrusts into me. A low moan falls from my mouth, unbidden, but I need this more than I care to admit.
I’m rewarded by the deep sound that rumbles from his throat before he consumes me.
The patrons, the music, the staff—all fade away.
I match his pace, refusing to let him set it alone. One hand tangled in his hair, the other pressed against the hard lines of his chest, I feel the way his heart races with the same heated anticipation mine is.
His hands continue to roam with a possessive ease, and I can feel how hard his cock is as it presses against my stomach. Desperate to hear his response again, I lean harder into him, increasing the friction he must be feeling with each sway of my body against his.
“Thank you all so much for hanging out with us tonight,” the lead singer starts, abruptly pulling us back to our surroundings as he begins introducing his bandmates.
Our lips slowly part, and I take the first full breath in what feels like forever as he rests his forehead against mine, breath warm against my cheek.
“What’s your name?” I ask, a little embarrassed because somehow, we’ve gotten this far without even the most basic of introductions.
He huffs a soft laugh. “You first, beautiful.”
Still a little dazed, my answer comes out in a sigh, “Annalise.”
“Annalise,” he repeats reverently. “I’m Aiden,” he whispers against my lips, kissing me despite the crowd we’re surrounded by.
“Want to get out of here?” I can barely breathe as I wait for him to answer.
“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
“I’m up at the academy. Do you live around here?” Clearly, my desire to take this further has clouded my self-preservation instincts if I’m willing to go home with a stranger. If the Sheriff could see me now.
“I’m at Scion too. I need to let my buddies know I’m taking off, and I’m guessing you need to do the same?”
“Definitely!”
“Okay, take your time. I’ll wait for you by the door until you’re ready.”
I nod as his finger lifts my chin again and he pulls me back into another kiss. “Maybe don’t take too long.”
“I’ll meet you in a minute,” I promise, then I start pushing through the crowd bouncing to “Jump” by Kris Kross, and toward the bar where I last spotted Matt.
“Hey, I’m taking off,” I tell him, not missing the dirty look the girl he’s talking with gives me. She clearly has every intention of leaving with him tonight, and she wants to make sure I’m not here to get in her way. Putting her mind at ease, I add, “I’ll see you for family brunch tomorrow.”
He lets out a low chuckle as he finally picks up on what’s happening. “Yeah. You sure you’re good to get back on your own?”
“I could…but I’m not leaving alone.” His face breaks into a shit-eating grin, but he doesn’t say anything. “Will you tell the rest of the group bye for me when you make it that way? I almost lost a foot trying to weave through everyone to get to you.”
“Sure will. Now go have fun.”
“You too!” I say with a wink before turning and heading for the door where Aiden is already waiting.
Our exit is perfectly timed as we hear a loud crash that’s quickly drowned out by shouting right as we’re stepping out into the fresh air.
We climb into the taxi, and he gives the driver our destination before pulling me back to the middle seat.
His hand rubs slow circles on my thigh, teasing below the hem of my skirt. Scooting myself forward a little, I hope his hands will move closer to where I need them.
Leaning down, he whispers, “Can you be quiet?”
I look up at him through my eyelashes, nodding.
“Good girl,” he growls, and oh my gods does that do something to me. “Spread those pretty legs of yours for me.”
My legs are falling apart for him without a second thought. His hand glides up my thigh before dipping under my skirt. When his fingers reach my lacey underwear, he rubs my clit through my underwear, “You’re already so wet for me, Ana.”
I press my lips together as I shift on the seat, the movement only pulling me closer to him. It’s been over a year since anyone has touched me like this, and my body is responding to him before my mind can even catch up.
Aiden’s finger slides the thin material to the side before his middle finger slides into me.
The evidence of my desire around his pumping finger echoes in the silent car, and I’m sure the driver hears before he turns the radio on. I can’t even bring myself to care, though, as pleasure builds between my thighs.
I let out the faintest moan when he pushes his finger deep into me and curls, but to my complete frustration, he pulls out.
“If you can’t do as you’re told, maybe I need to make you wait until we’re back at Scion.”
“Nooo,” I breathlessly whine, desperate for him to keep touching me.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, Aiden. Don’t stop.”
His growly voice rumbles in my ear, “That’s what I plan to hear all night tonight.”
Not making me wait another second, he plunges two fingers into me. My lip may be bleeding from how hard I bite down, trying my damndest to stay quiet.
His palm rubs against my bundle of nerves as he works me like he was given a gods damned map to my body, curling and uncurling his fingers exactly how I like it.
Only twenty-five yards from the gate, he whispers into my ear, “I’m not stopping until you come all over my fingers, Ana. So are you going to be a good girl and come for me now, or do you want those guards watching you fall apart for me?”
Another moan escapes me, but he doesn’t stop.
“Oh, you like that, huh? You want them to get themselves off later, imagining it's their fingers inside your dripping cunt?”
I imagine us being caught, I imagine them being jealous of the way he’s making me feel, and the rush gives me the last push I need. I bury my face in his arm, the only attempt I can make to quiet my moans as I fall apart in the backseat of this damn taxi.
“That’s one.” He smiles smugly, pulling his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Mmm sweet like honey.”
My bedroom door hasn’t even clicked shut before we’re kissing, groaning, and tearing at each other’s shirts.