A/N: Sorry this took so log, I had a show this past week and things got crazy. Please enjoy.

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I remember the first time I saw him. I was out at the usual bar, Wolfe's, with the guys. Riley was drooling over the bartender, Bree, like usual and Sam was smirking at some bimbo, like usual. In the center of Wolfe's is a make shift dance floor, really just an area with no tables. The music was loud and pulsing, as it always is, but that night there were more people crowding the bar. Embry and Quil, the co-owners, were running around filling drink orders along with the regular bartenders. Sam, Riley and I got up to the bar and took our regular seats, looking out at the huge crowd. Riley asked Bree about the sudden influx of patrons but the music was too loud for me to hear her answer.

I started looking around, seeing if anyone would catch my interest enough to warrant a dance. Occasionally, I would take a man home, or be taken home by one, when I was feeling especially lonely. Relationships never really worked out for me, so finding a willing man, who wanted nothing more than a random fuck with no strings attached, was generally easy to find here. Sam noticed me scouting and chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he leaned in to sip his beer. I smacked at his arm, nearly causing him to spill his lager all over his shirt. He glared as I smiled widely at him, I knew he was doing the exact same thing, looking for an easy release with a person who will stay nameless.

Giving up, I finished my whiskey in a large gulp and headed out to the dance floor, there was no way I could find someone in that large a crowd. Being naturally clumsy should have made dancing hard for me, but as long as I didn't really move my feet everything was fine. I could sway and have a good time without inadvertently tripping myself or someone else. The beat was loud and sensual that night. Hips swaying and arms raising and lowering I waited for someone to come and join me. It didn't take too long. Two songs had passed when I felt someone behind me. Tentative fingers reached out and touched the curve of my hips, asking permission. Still swaying, I placed my hands on top of his, encouraging him forward. He obliged, moving forward and pressing me back against his firm chest. One hand slipped down the outside of my thigh, while the other pressed into my lower stomach, pushing my ass into him.

I raised my arms behind me, searching so I could place my hands on the back of his neck. He dipped his head forward so I could feel his breath on my cheek and neck. My fingers encountered soft, messy hair. Hair much too soft for a man, but the body behind me was definitely male, from the wide shoulders to the muscled chest to the hard dick pressing into my ass as we danced and grinded to the music around us, was all man. I ran my fingers through his hair until I found his neck. With his head dipped low he started tracing the tip of his nose up and down from my shoulder to my ear, pushing my hair out of the way as he inhaled raggedly. I tilted my head to he could have better access, making my body tingle and gooseflesh break out across my skin.

Then I felt his lips at my throat, dragging lightly across my heated skin along the same path that his nose had. I moaned at the feeling and I felt the lips on my flesh pull into a smile. In response, I grinded my ass into him a little harder and pulled on the handful of hair my fingers had been playing with. I felt his groan vibrating through his chest as much as I heard it in my ear. We played this game a little longer, him teasing me and me retaliating in some way. When the music faded into a new song, it all became too much and I had to see what he looked like. His smell, his feel, his groans were awakening my body as it hadn't been in a very long time.

I released my hands from his hair, letting the backs of my hands trail down his shoulders and arms as I started to twist in his arms. Feeling my intention, he loosened his arms enough to allow me to spin into his wide chest. I raised my arms again and placed them around his neck, he moved his hands around until they were resting just above the curve of my ass. I felt his thumbs slide into the belt loops of my skintight jeans. He was tall, taller than I had expected, he must have stooped very low when he came up behind me. My eyes were level with his collarbones as they peeked out of his button down shirt, three of the buttons undone. I traced my eyes up the column of his neck, stopping to stare at his Adams apple that just begged to be sucked and bitten at, before moving up to his scruffy and defined jaw line, his straight nose, before landing on his wide and dilated eyes.

Green eyes stared back at me, taking in my features as I was taking in his. Nothing about his expression lead me to believe he was disappointed with what he saw. My hands slid up his firm arms, his strong shoulders, and up into his riotous hair. He grinned at me, a slight twitch of his lips, before pulling my body flush against his. He wedged his leg between both of mine and I felt his hard length against my stomach through his dark jeans. Teasingly, I rocked myself against him, rubbing just right against him. He flexed his hands, pulling my even tighter to him as his wide emerald eyes widened and darkened even more. His lips parted slightly, obviously enjoying what I was doing to him. Making my intentions clear I leaned forward, raised myself up a little higher, and placed an open mouthed kiss to the base of his throat. I grinded myself roughly against his leg, feeling the dampness of my panties grow. His fingers started pushing me against him faster as I moved my kisses up the column of his neck. I bit down gently on his Adams apple, nibbling at the skin. He moaned. Loudly.

He lost his sense of propriety then, leaning down and attacking my neck with his lips. Sucking and licking at my skin, causing my skin to pebble underneath his touch. His hands trailed lower, aggressively grabbing at my ass. His assault on my neck never let up and I arched into his chest, pressing my chest into his chest and my ass into his hands.

"Fuck," he muttered in my ear, pausing to tug on the lobe with his teeth and I nearly came in the middle of the dance floor. My heartbeat was pounding in my clit and if I didn't get him alone soon, I would be fucking him against the bathroom wall. He must have felt my reaction and did it again, running his teeth over my earlobe, mindful of my earrings. I moaned and yanked on his hair, pulling his head far enough to look at his deep green eyes again.

Looking him directly in the eye I asked, "Your place or mine?" He was startled momentarily by my bluntness and the clarity of my voice. He must have though I was horribly intoxicated to be doing this in the middle of a crowded dance floor, but my one glass of whiskey had hardly given me a buzz. He searched my face for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Mine."

I smiled nodding at him. His voice was rough with desire, deep and completely caught me off guard. My knees suddenly felt weak and my stomach clenched. His voice could undo me completely. I needed him alone and naked, now.

"Let me grab my purse, it's up at the bar." I grabbed one of his hands from my ass and started pulling towards the bar. I could see Sam talking to some busty blonde that he obviously thought had potential for tonight. As we approached, I caught his eye. Without breaking conversation with the blonde he reached over for my purse, which was sitting on the bar next to him. He handed it over, raising and lowering his eyebrows suggestively between my green eyed man and me. I glared at him, looking pointedly at his blonde bimbo who was still chattering away, oblivious that Sam was no longer paying attention to her. He shrugged his shoulders in response. I threw the strap over my head and started hauling Green Eyes towards the door, throwing up my free hand to shoot him the bird as we left. Before the door closed behind us I heard Sam's loud laughter boom over the music.

"Friend of yours?" Green Eyes asked me, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Something like that," I grumbled. "He's really only good for holding my purse and fetching my coffee. Otherwise, I wouldn't keep him around." This isn't completely true, but there was no need to get into our odd little relationship. Green Eyes seems satisfied with my answer. Nodding and pulling me along down the sidewalk. He legs are much longer than mine and keeping up with him turned into a work out.

Abruptly, he turns down a side street and up to the front of a nice townhouse. He pulls out his keys as we hurry up the steps. As he pauses to unlock the door, I snake my arms around him from behind, feeling the toned muscles of his abdomen with my hands. I run my back down his front, feeling for the top of his jeans. Without warning he opens the door and steps forward, trying to bring me with him inside. Of course, his sudden movement causes me to tip forward, stumbling face first into his back.

"Mother FUCK. Give a girl some warning," I say as he helps me right myself and pull me through the door simultaneously. He turns to face me, pulling me against him and pushing the door closed with a bang.

"Oh, I'll give you some warning," he growls then backs me up against the wall by the front door. His arms create a cage around me. Green Eye's is staring at me, looking between my eyes and my lips, I grin at him, offering a challenge of sorts. Apparently this is all he needs before crashing his narrow lips into my full ones. He sucks on my bottom lips before nibbling at it. I moan, opening my mouth to him. He takes no time thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like bourbon and smells peppermint. I want to taste more.

My hands find his hair again, I can't seem to get them anywhere else. I tilt my head, taking his top lip into my mouth I bite it, hard. He moans into my mouth, pressing his body further into mine. His arms trail down the sides of my body until he grips my thighs and hoists me up against the wall. Obligingly, I wrap my legs around him and rock my pelvis into his. His erection pushes against the seam of my tight jeans and I cry out, breaking from his mouth to breathe. He moves his lips back to my neck, sucking on my pulse point. I can't help undulating into him, arching and rocking as my blood pounds in my ears. I can hear his labored breathing, feel his hot breath and wet mouth on my neck. I need him naked.

My hands move to the buttons on his shirt, wedging my hands in between our bodies when I get to the lower buttons. Finished, I push the fabric off his shoulders and he removes his hands from my rib cage to let the shirt fall to the floor. He's wearing a wife beater under his nice shirt and I peel it off him quickly before placing my hands on the bare skin of his torso. Jesus, he's toned.

"Here's your fucking warning," he growls and then places me back on my feet. He pulls my shirt up and over my head. He growls louder, in frustration, when he sees the black camisole I'm wearing under it. He grabs at it too, pulling it off as quickly as the sweaty material will allow. Then his eyes grow wide when he realizes I'm not wearing a bra. My nipples stand out and harden further when the cool air touches them. He groans, moving his hands to cup my breasts roughly, pressing his palms into my hard peaks. I push my chest into his eager hands and trail my hands to his button fly. I undo the buttons quickly before shoving his jeans down over his hard cock, gravity takes them the rest of the way off.

"Fair is fair, princess," he whispers, licking the shell of my ear.

"Then hop to, kind sir. My hands are about to be busy, so this lady will need some help." I palm him through his boxer briefs. Jesus, big is an understatement. His breath hitches in my ear and then he is scrambling to undo my pants and push the tight fabric down my thighs.

"Harder," he demands. I grip him as much as I can through his underwear. Deciding they are only in the way, I hook my fingers into the waistband and tug them down over his hips. His dick springs free and I can finally take all of him into my hands. Pulling my feet out of my converse and then stepping out of my jeans, I rub the head of his cock with my thumb, spreading the moisture there. Thank god he steadies me with his hands on my hips, otherwise I'd be on the ground by now.

"Condom?" He releases me to bend down and fish for his wallet. I shimmy out of my panties and hear the rip of a condom wrapper. I watch him slide it on his engorged cock and lick my lips. He sees this and grins salaciously at me.

"Last chance to back out princess," he taunts me, rubbing his dick over the condom.

"Call me princess one more time and you won't be getting anything." His grin falters momentarily, but then he reaches a hand out and trials it down from my hip to my narrow strip of pubic hair, pressing his finger between my lips.

"Fair warning, remember?"

I spread my legs a little wider, allowing his finger to move further down, to feel how wet I am. He fingers my clit lightly, teasingly.

"Consider me warned," I moan out, my knees starting to feel weak. I kiss him hard, pulling him to me. He wraps his strong hands around my thighs again and lifts me up against the wall, returning to where we started. I feel him hard and ready at my dripping core. I tilt my hips just enough that he can position himself at the right angle. Locking eyes with me he thrusts into me roughly.

"Fuck, YES!" I throw my head back, banging it on the wall. He's so big, I haven't felt this full in along time and even then I wasn't stretched this much. He pulls back and pushes in again, groaning loudly.

"Fuck, your tight. Hold on baby."

I wrap my fingers in his hair for the umpteenth time and brace my elbows on his shoulders, giving myself some leverage. We move frantically, building each other roughly. The tip of his thick dick is brushing me just right and it feels so good. I'm gasping loudly and probably saying something, but I have no idea what. I'm getting close, starting to feel the clenching in my lower abdominals. He removes one hand from around my waist and slides his fingers down to my clit. Circling furiously as he bites down on my shoulder. My legs start shaking, my back arching involuntarily. I can't hear anything anymore, not the slapping of our skin, or his quick pants, just the ringing of my pulse in my ears. I feel my orgasm building and building before I come, hard. My body is tingling everywhere and he's still hammering into me. I squeeze my legs around him harder, making myself even tighter for him as my orgasm trails off.

He does something unexpected. Still pumping into me frantically he pinches my clit between his fingers, hard. I shatter again, screaming at the top of my lungs. My hands fist in his hair and pull, trying to tether myself to the earth. He comes, groaning loudly, before collapsing to the floor, bringing me down on top of him. We're both panting and I can hear his hearting pounding under my ear. My hair sticks to his sweaty chest and my cheek as I sit up just a little bit. I look down at Green Eye's, his face flushed, his hair even more of a mess from my fingers, his eyes unfocused. I trail the fingers of my left hand over his chest and then circle his nipple lightly with my fingertip. He finally focuses his eyes on me, watching my face as I trace random doodles on his damp chest.

"I don't know about you, but I need a cigarette," I say to him, a half grin pulling at my lips. He chuckles, then starts full-body laughing as I sit up to reach for my purse. The movement causes his softening length to slip out of me and I miss the contact almost immediately. He's still laughing as I light my smoke. I take a puff, blowing the smoke away from him in case he doesn't partake in this addiction. Calming himself, he grabs the cigarette from my hand and takes a drag, then blew a smoke ring up at the ceiling.

Now, I'm sitting at a stop light panting, my clit throbbing and my nipples aching. I need to get home now. To either get away or just get myself off, I can't decide. Thinking about that encounter is making me dizzy, and it was only the first time.


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