12 - Taming Grace, Part One #2
As soon as I locked eyes with him across the dancefloor, I knew he was the one I was looking for tonight.
A smile curled up his face as soon as he saw me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
He had dark hair, cropped short, and bright grey eyes that I could make out even from all the way across the room.
He was dressed in a pale blue shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and he looked as though he could have come straight from the office himself.
Maybe he was out here looking for the same thing as I was.
The thought excited me, the promise of what we could have and what we could give each other rich in the air.
I made my way towards him, sipping the glass of wine that I had picked up from the bar – it was cheap and a little gross, but I didn’t care. In fact, that just added to everything that was going on, a reminder of how far removed all of this was from my real life.
“Haven’t seen you around here before,” I remarked flirtatiously as soon as I was in front of him. The music was loud enough that he had to dip his mouth down to my ear so I could hear his response; his breath was white-hot on my skin, his lips so close to me that I could almost feel them.
“New in town,” he explained. He had a low voice, a careful one, as though he was trying to figure me out.
“Maybe I can show you around a little,” I suggested, even though I didn’t mean it. I just wanted him, needed him. He knew that. The chances of this going any further than the boundaries of this club were minimal, but I didn’t care.
“Maybe you could,” he replied. I grabbed his hand and led him through to where I knew the disabled bathrooms would be free for us – I always made sure there wasn’t a line before I ducked inside, but that night, I couldn’t have cared less.
There was something intoxicating about this man, something I couldn’t wait a moment longer to try out.
An energy that pulsed off him in waves, something that seemed to fit all too well with my own.
Like we had been made to come together in this place, at this time, his hand in mine as we made our way through the grinding crowd in front of us.
I pulled him through the door, and as soon as it closed behind us, he took control.
He kissed me hard, pushing me back against the wall and moving my hands above my head.
He bared his teeth against my lips, catching my bottom lip in his mouth and tugging gently.
I groaned and pushed back against him, testing how far he was willing to take this.
His mouth was insistent and urgent against mine, and I was already aching for more from him.
His cock was swelling against my hip and I could feel that it was impressively big; I couldn’t wait to take him all the way inside of me, to feel him plunging deep into my pussy and filling me up to the hilt.
He pinned my wrists above me with one hand and slipped the other down and between my legs, pulling back just far enough that he could look me in the eyes as he caressed his way up the inside of my thigh.
His grey eyes seemed to burn even brighter this close up, and I wondered how many women had gazed helplessly back into them as he pleasured them like it was second nature to him.
My lips parted and he kissed me again, sliding his tongue into my mouth; I could taste scotch on his tongue and I liked it, the sharp sweetness cutting through the fog in my brain and reminding me that this was really happening.
He brushed his fingers against my panties and I lost control, letting out a moan that filled the space around us.
I felt like I was going to burst. Everything that had happened that week, everything that had driven me crazy over the course of my time in the office, none of it mattered now.
This was the reason I still came to places like this after all this time, because nothing else could give me the release like this could.
Nothing drove me crazy, nothing made my mind give in like sacrificing my control to someone I’d never met before.
This man had no idea who I was, and yet he was willing to indulge these deep, dark passions like he had been waiting for it his whole life.
He hitched me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around him, and I forgot at once that I had been anything other than his my whole life.
There was the distant memory of a woman who had existed before all this had started, of course, but I wasn’t sure she was even real.
She felt so distantly removed from the person I was now that I was finding it hard to care – sure, she might have come in handy during the week, but here and now and with everything that this made me, I couldn’t have cared less.
His fingers dipped into the sweet, slick slit on my pussy, trailing through the wetness that waited for him inside.
He let out this long groan as he felt my pussy for the first time, fresh-shaven as though just for him.
Lifting his fingers to my mouth, he trailed my own wetness over her lips, and I sucked and licked eagerly, wanting to show him that there was nothing I wouldn’t have done for him in that moment.
As long as we were in here together, then I belonged to him, I was his, utterly.
And I would have done anything he wanted to show that I meant it, for real.
Using the lubrication of my saliva, he reached down and pushed his fingers back inside of me, deep this time – I am so over-sensitized that it is as though he is fucking me already, the sweet fullness more than I can take.
I can’t wait to feel him all the way inside me.
I am already aching for it, burning for it.
From the second I saw him looking at me from the other side of the club, I felt as though my body had been set alight, my brain winding down into a mode that only allowed him to tell me how it was done.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my ear, and he caught the lobe between his teeth and tugged gently – the sharp shock of pain made me yelp, but the sound of the music outside kept our secret for us.
I reached down between his legs and squeezed his cock gently, feeling his hardness between my fingers, and wondered how in the name of hell I had held out so long.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked softly, his voice low and insistent as his fingers grazed up and against my clit. I nodded.
“Tell me,” he ordered, and I pressed my lips together and tried to remember how to speak. Words were failing me, but I needed this – I needed him.
“I want you to fuck me,” I moaned at last. And that was all the encouragement he needed to push him over the edge.
He ripped my panties off – literally, tearing them from my body and casting them aside – and hitched me up against the wall.
I wrapped my arms around him, hanging on for dear life, and looked intently into his eyes.
He was so handsome, in a curious way – conventional up to a point, but then there was that little something extra that tipped him into a new plane of desire.
He sheathed himself swiftly, and I stole a glance down at his beautiful cock. He was thick and stout, exactly the way I liked it, and he slowly lowered me down on to his dick so that I could feel every inch of him as it slid up inside of me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, and he grasped my face with one hand and drew my mouth down to meet his again.
It was as though he was stealing the pleasure from me, greedily taking it through my kiss.
His tongue was against mine as he flexed his hips and pushed up into me.
He was strong, his arms certain and unyielding as he held me up.
I wondered what he did for a living, to make him this powerful.
Or if it had more to do with what he got up to in his spare time...
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I pulled back and opened my eyes and gazed at him.
I had been with plenty of guys like this before, and yeah, usually they understood that I wanted them to take control.
They would oblige up to a point, playing the game, even though they usually took a little guidance as well, guidance that I was more than happy to give.
But this man, he was something else; he knew how to touch me, how to hold me, how to fuck me.
His grey eyes seemed to go on for miles and I felt as though I could have pitched right forward and lost myself in them for good, vanishing into the eternity in his gaze.
His jaw was set tight and it thrilled me to see that this was getting him off just as much as it was me – I could already feel my pussy beginning to tense around his cock, my orgasm getting close.
When I was in this state, nothing else mattered.
I could put to the back of my mind anything that might have distracted me, anything that could have reminded me of the woman I was when I wasn’t playing these kinds of games.
The pleasure pulsed through me in waves and I did nothing but give myself to it.
I wanted it, wanted more, wanted everything that I could get.
My skin ached and my body cried out for more, for all the attention that he would give me.
In a few minutes’ time, both of us would return to our real lives, but for now, we could live in the fantasy of this moment and everything that came with it.