Chapter 9 #2
“Well, it looks like it’s my lucky night. Wanna grab a drink?” I toss him my flirty grin. Even in this lighting, the blush rises up his bare chest and settles in his cheeks. It almost seems a shame that he’ll have to get dressed.
“Sure, give me a sec. I’ll meet you at the bar. I just need to change and wipe this glitter off.”
I step closer, “I don’t mind if you leave it on.” I smile at him. He flushes a bit more and smiles before he turns to leave. I reach out and snatch his wrist, and he spins back to face me.
“What you drinking?”
He gives me the biggest grin. “Vodka, Coke.” He turns and hurries out the back.
I stride over to the bar, order the drinks and stand there, waiting.
I smile at people who bump into me and the girl who tries to lick me because I look tasty, apparently, but she’s clearly out of it.
When there’s a tap on my shoulder, I turn to see him.
He’s wearing tight jeans, trainers and a loose-fitting shirt, undone to his waist. The glitter shimmers on his chest, and I wink at him.
He steps into my space and smiles up at me. “Wanna dance?”
I push his drink at him and toss mine back.
He does the same and then reaches down, takes my hand and leads me onto the dancefloor, pulling us into the centre, crushed between heaving bodies.
He grinds against me. I reach down and grip his hips, and he spins in my hold, rubbing his ass into me.
I growl, leaning down and nipping his ear.
“You’re playing dirty,” I mutter.
He chuckles against me as I slide one hand around his waist, pulling him to me, and the other hand over his chest, slipping my hand under the fabric of his shirt and rolling his nipple between my fingers and thumb.
He wraps his arms around the back of my head, pulling me closer as I nip at his neck. He whimpers against me.
“You like that, huh?” I kiss his neck. His head relaxes back against me, and he grinds his hips into me.
“Come back to mine?” he whispers, and I nod.
“I’ll meet you out front.” He pulls out of my grip, but I grasp his wrist and pull him back to me.
I wrap him tight in my arms, crashing my lips to his.
His arms slide around me, his hands grip into my shirt, tightening, holding me.
Our tongues battle with each other, desperate and needy, gripping him tighter.
I grind against him. He pulls away, gasping.
He leans back up, kissing the side of my mouth with a breathy, chaste peck and smiles.
“I’ll be quick.” He turns and rushes toward the back of the building. I watch him leave before turning and heading outside. I wait in the cool night air, staring into the dark. The flicker of the stars shines down on me, and I smile at how insignificant things really are.
“Hey.” His voice breaks me from my contemplation, and I turn to see him standing there.
I reach out and take his hand. “So, lead the way, sexy.” I smirk, and he pulls me along towards the taxis.
I open the door for him, and he hops in.
I slide in beside him, and he rattles the address off to the taxi driver.
He sits excitedly on the end of the seat, his hand clutching his bag, almost like he’s urging the car to go faster, leaning, willing it to surge forward.
Smiling, I sit relaxed by his side. As the taxi pulls up, he announces cheerfully, “This is me.”
I reach between the seats, passing the driver a twenty.
“Keep the change.” I climb out and lean inside.
He takes my hand as I pull him from the car.
He stares up at me in the middle of the street, and the car pulls away.
He tugs me toward his building. He drags me up the stairs and only lets go of my hand to fumble for his keys.
The only sound in the stairwell is the keys jangling.
The door flings open, and he strides inside, pushing it wide for me.
He flicks the light on as I shut the door.
When I turn back, he’s already kicked his shoes off, his bag already on the chair, and he snatches my hand, pulling me through the apartment.
He rushes through his bedroom door. After pulling me inside, he turns, steps to my body and slides his hands over my chest. I open my mouth to speak, but he shakes his head.
“Let’s not pretend this is anything more than it is.”
I smirk at him and give him a small nod.
He wraps his arms over my shoulder, yanks me against him, and starts to kiss me.
With my arms around him, I grip his ass and lift him, and he automatically wraps his legs around me.
His breath stutters, and I chuckle into the kiss.
Licking and nipping at each other. I step towards the bed, carrying him, until my legs bump against it.
I lay him down and climb over him, his grip tightening on my top.
My body covers his as I press into him. My hands roam up his arms, gripping his wrists.
His pulse starts to pound as I lift them over his head.
With them in one hand. I pin them, giving him a one-sided smile, and I lean in.
My lips slide across his exposed flesh, kissing up his neck as I push my hard dick against his. He gasps and writhes under me.
I roll slightly to the side, reaching between us to flick open the button on his jeans.
My fingers tangle, gripping the zip and sliding it down.
I grin up at him as I slip my hand inside, wrapping my warm fingers around his cock, and he bucks.
His breath blows across my face, and my mouth finds his.
My grip tightens against his wrists and his cock, squeezing as I slide my hand up and down his shaft.
His hips grind under me, and I rock my own against his.
The friction ripples through my cock, but I need more.
I slowly release him as I sit back and start to slide his jeans off. He sits up, leaning on his elbows, panting as he watches me. He lifts his hips and licks his lips as I tug his jeans and his boxers down. Tossing the rest of his clothes on the floor I stare at him for a second.
“Fuck, you’re delicious.” I reach behind my head and tug my top over, tossing it to the side, kicking my boots off as I stand and undo my jeans.
After grabbing a condom from my pocket, I slip the packet between my lips.
My dick springs free, and he gasps, the tiniest noise slipping from his lips.
I smirk at him, stepping towards the bed.
I wrap my hand around his cock, spitting the condom onto the bed and staring at him as I drop between his legs, my fingers push into my mouth.
His lips fall open, and his long breath blows out.
I lick my lips and lie between his thighs.
My fingers linger on his ass, and I hover over his dick.
He lifts onto his elbows, staring at me, while I push against his ass.
My lips part, and I open wide, engulfing his dick, wrapping my tongue around him.
I push my fingers inside him further. He stutters, and I push fully in.
His dick reaches the back of my throat. I stare up his body and slip him out of my mouth.
Laving my tongue around his tip and thrusting my fingers in and out, opening him up for me, working him thoroughly, stretching him so perfectly.
While I taste and suck his cock, his hand weaves into my hair.
He groans, his hips rocking against my fingers and my face.
He gasps when my mouth leaves him, and he shudders when my fingers exit his body.
I snatch the condom from the bed and rip it open.
I roll it over my solid, leaking dick and nod.
“Turn over.” He slowly rolls over, and I grip his hips, tugging him onto all fours.
He stares at me over his shoulder, and I move behind him.
I place my hand against the bottom of his back, and I press my dick to his ass.
“When was the last time you had your back blown out so much that you screamed into the pillow?”
He blows out a breath. He glances back again, and I move my hands to his hips. I crash forward and slam into him. He screams out. I throw my head back, my eyes closed as I lose myself pounding against him, my fingers tighten on his hips as I drive into his tight hole.
I rhythmically crash our bodies together.
He grunts and groans, whimpering for me, but I want more.
I slide one hand along his spine before pushing his body forward, tilting him at a whole other angle.
He yells out as I thrust harder. His face is squashed into the pillow as his screams come out muffled.
I clamp my hand against the back of his neck, gripping him tight.
“Don’t move.” I slide my hand back to his hip, and he mewls and writhes for me as my hips slam against his ass.
I concentrate on the tightness around my dick, the feeling of his skin under my fingers, and the sound of him whimpering and gasping for me.
I drive my hips forward, pulling his back.
His fingers brush across me as he reaches between his legs, touching where I slam in and out of him.
His skin pebbles before he slides his hand around his dick and groans as he fucks into it while I take what I want from his ass.
Sweat beads against our skin as we fuck.
The sounds ricochet around the room, grunts and groans spilling out of me, more whimpers and gasps falling from his lips, followed by muffled screams as I force his face into the pillow.
The echo of skin slapping together fills the room, and the slight creaking of the bed in the background adds to an unrelenting rhythm as I buck into him.