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very mature.
AAN OTAY. And welcome back. I'm sure you're all about to fall over in shock from 4 chapters in less then a week. But you know, I'm an overachiever at times. When I feel like it. Sometimes. Just don't want to strain anything. LOL OK there's some more ahem. "adult content" in here. Not much. But enough to make ya blush teehee
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The club we went to was excellent to say the least, great music and everything. It was just what I needed, or at least that's what Kurt said.
"Oh it is?" I asked taking a sip of my dangerously good drink.
Kurt leaned forward, "Yeah that and some good sex."
"WHAT?!" I faked surprise, "Kurt I am not the kind of girl. Honestly."
Kurt started laughing, "Oh that's right you're a good girl."
Brock came over then and grabbed me by the hand saving Kurt from a smack upside the head, "If you'll excuse us Shorty, I owe this lady a dance."
"We'll continue this conversation later!" Kurt called after us
Brock led me on to the floor, holding me tightly. He looked so good tonight, wearing his jeans and white shirt. I told him that and he grinned, "I thought you'd like it. But I've been needin' to talk to you about that dress you're wearin'."
"What? You complaining about too much cleavage, or too much leg Lesner?" I asked smiling up at him twirling around, then wrapping my leg around his.
"Nah, just gonna tell you that it would look much better on my floor."
Laughing, I smacked him in the arm, "Geek"
"So what conversation was Kurt talkin' about?" Brock asked.
I blushed slightly, "It doesn't uhhh matter."
Brock threw his head back and laughed, "Did he say something about sex and needing to 'shag like rabbits'?"
"Yeah but not in so many words. You got the lecture too?" I asked giggling
Brock rolled his eyes, "That boy needs a hobby."
We kept dancing, each song bringing us closer together and things were certainly starting to heat up between us. To go with the old cliché, sparks were definitely flying. Just his hand trailing down my bare back was enough to make my knees go weak, and the look in his eye just added to it.
"You know," Brock said leaning down to my ear and kissing it, "I've been thinkin'"
"It dangerous when you start doing that." I muttered.
"Don't I know it. This is what I'm thinkin'. Here we are. And the people with bad timing who shall remain nameless, are over there" He said pointing at Mark and Kurt who were looking at us and grinning like a couple of fools. "I say we leave while they're distracted by the shiny lights and adult beverages."
"Just leave? Its only 10." I asked with a grin, "Then what would we do?"
"Oh I don't know, play cards," He bent down and kissed me. His kiss went deep, a promise of things that were to come.
I gently bit his lip, "Only if its strip poker," I purred
Brock growled and started heading to the door, trying to leave without them become aware of it. I looked back at the group thinking we were going to make it and then I saw Kurt wiggling his fingers while blowing a kiss at us, and Mark giving him money and not looking happy about it. I grinned and stuck out my tongue at Kurt making him throw his head back laughing.
"Success!" I said inhaling deeply in the cool night air "Although I think Kurt's on to us, and we lost Mark some money."
Brock grabbed me around the waist and spun in the middle of the street laughing causing several taxi cab drivers to give rude gestures in our general direction as they waited for us to cross the street.
"C'mon Romeo, we have curfew." I said laughing with him
He grinned as I climbed on his back for a piggyback ride; luckily my skirt was just long enough not to be totally scandalous. "Where to lady?"
"Home Jeeves, Home," I pointed to our hotel down the street. I started to use my position on his back to my advantage, driving him crazy with my mouth on his ear and the back of his neck. He made it through the hotel lobby but when we got to the elevator he groaned, "Baby you better stop that or we just may not make it my room."
I grinned against his neck, "Whatcha gonna do about it ya big white ape?"
He leaned back pinning me against the wall of the elevator and grabbed my foot, taking my heel off and tickling my foot mercilessly as I laughed while screaming at him to stop. The doors opened as a startled elderly couple stood there looking on.
"Would you behave?!" I yelled still laughing, as we got off onto our floor, "Sorry about that" I said to the couple as they just shook their heads and muttered something about youth being wasted on the young.
He opened the door and we went in quickly shutting the door behind us, as our pent up sexual tension exploded, our kisses growing hotter and hotter. His tongue ran along my bottom lip and then took the advantage when I moaned, entering my mouth and slowly stroking, tormenting me. His hands ran down to cup my breasts; I trembled as he hit a sensitive area. His lips left a trail along my throat, his lips sending small jolts of electricity to my nerves.
"I think there's too much clothing between us," Brock muttered, slipping off his shirt and starting to undo the zipper of my dress.
"Well looks like you got your wish," I whispered as my dress slid down and pooled at my feet, "And you know you're right. It does look better down there."
Brock grinned against my mouth "I have been known for some good ideas."
My hands trailed down his chest and started to undo his pants, as he continued this assault on my mouth. That man can do amazing things with his tongue.
"I have an idea," I whispered as he kicked off his shoes and pants, "We're too vertical" and led him to the bed
"I think you're exactly right." Brock said smirking as we fell on to the bed with a thump.
AAN OTAY. And welcome back. I'm sure you're all about to fall over in shock from 4 chapters in less then a week. But you know, I'm an overachiever at times. When I feel like it. Sometimes. Just don't want to strain anything. LOL OK there's some more ahem. "adult content" in here. Not much. But enough to make ya blush teehee
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The club we went to was excellent to say the least, great music and everything. It was just what I needed, or at least that's what Kurt said.
"Oh it is?" I asked taking a sip of my dangerously good drink.
Kurt leaned forward, "Yeah that and some good sex."
"WHAT?!" I faked surprise, "Kurt I am not the kind of girl. Honestly."
Kurt started laughing, "Oh that's right you're a good girl."
Brock came over then and grabbed me by the hand saving Kurt from a smack upside the head, "If you'll excuse us Shorty, I owe this lady a dance."
"We'll continue this conversation later!" Kurt called after us
Brock led me on to the floor, holding me tightly. He looked so good tonight, wearing his jeans and white shirt. I told him that and he grinned, "I thought you'd like it. But I've been needin' to talk to you about that dress you're wearin'."
"What? You complaining about too much cleavage, or too much leg Lesner?" I asked smiling up at him twirling around, then wrapping my leg around his.
"Nah, just gonna tell you that it would look much better on my floor."
Laughing, I smacked him in the arm, "Geek"
"So what conversation was Kurt talkin' about?" Brock asked.
I blushed slightly, "It doesn't uhhh matter."
Brock threw his head back and laughed, "Did he say something about sex and needing to 'shag like rabbits'?"
"Yeah but not in so many words. You got the lecture too?" I asked giggling
Brock rolled his eyes, "That boy needs a hobby."
We kept dancing, each song bringing us closer together and things were certainly starting to heat up between us. To go with the old cliché, sparks were definitely flying. Just his hand trailing down my bare back was enough to make my knees go weak, and the look in his eye just added to it.
"You know," Brock said leaning down to my ear and kissing it, "I've been thinkin'"
"It dangerous when you start doing that." I muttered.
"Don't I know it. This is what I'm thinkin'. Here we are. And the people with bad timing who shall remain nameless, are over there" He said pointing at Mark and Kurt who were looking at us and grinning like a couple of fools. "I say we leave while they're distracted by the shiny lights and adult beverages."
"Just leave? Its only 10." I asked with a grin, "Then what would we do?"
"Oh I don't know, play cards," He bent down and kissed me. His kiss went deep, a promise of things that were to come.
I gently bit his lip, "Only if its strip poker," I purred
Brock growled and started heading to the door, trying to leave without them become aware of it. I looked back at the group thinking we were going to make it and then I saw Kurt wiggling his fingers while blowing a kiss at us, and Mark giving him money and not looking happy about it. I grinned and stuck out my tongue at Kurt making him throw his head back laughing.
"Success!" I said inhaling deeply in the cool night air "Although I think Kurt's on to us, and we lost Mark some money."
Brock grabbed me around the waist and spun in the middle of the street laughing causing several taxi cab drivers to give rude gestures in our general direction as they waited for us to cross the street.
"C'mon Romeo, we have curfew." I said laughing with him
He grinned as I climbed on his back for a piggyback ride; luckily my skirt was just long enough not to be totally scandalous. "Where to lady?"
"Home Jeeves, Home," I pointed to our hotel down the street. I started to use my position on his back to my advantage, driving him crazy with my mouth on his ear and the back of his neck. He made it through the hotel lobby but when we got to the elevator he groaned, "Baby you better stop that or we just may not make it my room."
I grinned against his neck, "Whatcha gonna do about it ya big white ape?"
He leaned back pinning me against the wall of the elevator and grabbed my foot, taking my heel off and tickling my foot mercilessly as I laughed while screaming at him to stop. The doors opened as a startled elderly couple stood there looking on.
"Would you behave?!" I yelled still laughing, as we got off onto our floor, "Sorry about that" I said to the couple as they just shook their heads and muttered something about youth being wasted on the young.
He opened the door and we went in quickly shutting the door behind us, as our pent up sexual tension exploded, our kisses growing hotter and hotter. His tongue ran along my bottom lip and then took the advantage when I moaned, entering my mouth and slowly stroking, tormenting me. His hands ran down to cup my breasts; I trembled as he hit a sensitive area. His lips left a trail along my throat, his lips sending small jolts of electricity to my nerves.
"I think there's too much clothing between us," Brock muttered, slipping off his shirt and starting to undo the zipper of my dress.
"Well looks like you got your wish," I whispered as my dress slid down and pooled at my feet, "And you know you're right. It does look better down there."
Brock grinned against my mouth "I have been known for some good ideas."
My hands trailed down his chest and started to undo his pants, as he continued this assault on my mouth. That man can do amazing things with his tongue.
"I have an idea," I whispered as he kicked off his shoes and pants, "We're too vertical" and led him to the bed
"I think you're exactly right." Brock said smirking as we fell on to the bed with a thump.