Crimson & Clover
He leaned into the door and opened it for me. I slide past his outstretched, slender arms, noticing the dark nail polish on his trim fingernails. The brisk winter night stung when it met the sweat on my skin. I looked back to see his tall, willowy form silhouetted by the strobe lights still beating a rhythm in the club.
"May I join you?" His silky, smooth voice had a Irish accent. A cigarette languished between his full lips. He waited for my permission. I shrugged and gestured for him to do as he pleased. He slipped out of the club and the heavy door clattered shut behind him. With the fluid movement of a piano player, his fingers brought a lighter to the cigarette and protected the flame. A dim, yellow lamp by the door flickered on triggered by our movement. He inhaled, held, then exhaled.
"I haven't seen you here before," his words hovered in a cloud of smoke.
"I just moved to the area," I responded, examining him closer. He had soft, wavy curls of almost-black hair parted on the side, letting the front flop forward nearly masking his left eye. Laugh lines suggested a life of broad and frequent smiles. He wore a jacket of green brocade with an ostrich feather collar left open exposing his bare, elongated torso. Slim pleather pants clung low on his hips. He inhaled, held, then exhaled.
"You're sexy when you dance."
"You were watching me?"
"Yes." I liked his frankness and that he found me sexy…but he didn't need to know that. "Do you smoke?" He stretched a pack of Marlboro Reds towards me. I met his icy blue eyes, accentuated with a smudge of black under the bottom lashes. The first hint of crow's feet suggested his age. I inhaled sharply. He was incredibly attractive in that tall, dark and handsome way.
"I don't. That shit'll kill you. But, thanks."
I had stepped out of the club to cool down, but now I was beginning to shiver. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest.
"Looks like you're getting cold, why don't we go back inside and dance?" He let his cigarette fall from his fingers and promptly stomped it out before yanking open the door. A gust of music and laughter penetrated the quiet of the alley. I nodded.
"Sure, we can dance." I followed him, my black patent heals clicking on the metal door frame as I stepped inside. He removed his coat and hung it up on a row of hooks hastily mounted on a spattered and graffitied wall. Just as "Crimson & Clover" began to play, he turned to me and held out his hand.
"Shall we?" His face broke into a wide, bright smile. I couldn't help but smile myself and slid my hand into his. He guided us through the crowd onto the dance floor.
I was thinking that I had already decided I liked this club because a mix of songs from my past and present expertly curated. I had been dancing for a while and probably lost some of the sequins from my short, long-sleeved red dress with pleather accent strips conveniently outlining my best curves. The place was packed, and I'd clipped my hair up hours ago to avoid overheating. Still…it felt like the familiar kind of dark, grungy place where in any corner, at any time, anything could happen.
On the dancefloor, he spread his fingers across my hip and positioned me facing him. Snaking his other hand across my lower back, he pulled me closer. I placed a palm against his bare chest and held the back of his neck with my other hand. He lowered and whispered against my ear.
"What can I call you?"
"Jane."
"Jane, I'm James." He kept his lips close to my ear. We continued dancing and finding new ways our bodies fit together. I let a cocktail of excitement and melancholy course through my veins as I expected James and I were both simply enjoying one of many nights moving with a stranger.
We moved our bodies together until 2:00 a.m. when the last call lights flickered. He held my hand and led us off the dancefloor. Putting on his jacket, he inhaled, held, then exhaled.
"Jane, I live close, do you want to come back to my place?"
"I'd like that." We held each other's eyes and he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and bent down to press his lips against mine. The tension had been building all night and our kiss was electric. In that moment, we both seemed to forget we were surrounded by people, neither of us could keep our hands off the other. I grabbed the back of his head and neck pulling him into me as he hoisted my legs around his waist and pushed me against the vandalized wall. A low moan rumbled in my throat. Suddenly, he pulled back and gulped for air.
A momentary glance at the other acknowledged our abrupt, intense attraction.
He yelled, "FUCK! Let's go. Immediately!" We grabbed each other's hand and ran out of the club laughing. Once on the street, he swirled me around in front of him and pulled me roughly against his bare chest, kissing me deeply. We walked, ran, and kissed in intervals punctuating the cold, dark, empty streets with exclamations of attraction and excitement.
Once behind the door of his apartment, we slowed our rhythm.
"You are gorgeous." I purred slipping his jacket off from behind and scratching my nails lightly down his back. His skin rippled with delight. He whipped around and grabbed my hips.
"You must know I find you unbelievably attractive," he reached up and unclipped my hair letting it fall down past my shoulders, "It's not my habit to bring strange women to my apartment, but I'm drawn to you."
"Mhm, sure," I rolled my eyes, but didn't care about the lie. We both knew what this was.
"No, no, really-," I cut him off pulling him in for another kiss. Feverishly making-out, we stumbled to his bedroom and toppled onto his mattress.
"I want you out of this dress," he pulled me up and turned me around, my back against him. I reached up and piled my hair atop my head.
"You'll have to unzip me," I instructed. He slowly and deliberately pulled the zipper from the back of my neck down below my butt, inch by inch exposing my skin. He slipped the dress down around my feet and I stepped out of it in my heels and turned around to meet him in my black lace bra and underwear. He inhaled, held, then exhaled.
"My turn," My eyes never leaving his, I hooked my fingers over his low waistline and pulled him close enough to unbutton, then slowly unzip him. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth and his eyes twinkled.
"I'm not wearing-," I raised my finger to his lips to quiet him. No underwear.
"That's hot," I confirmed and pulled his pants to the floor. When I rose back up, before he had time to think, I pushed him down onto the bed. I climbed on top of him and tilted his face to the side, exposing his long neck. Pressing his wrists into the bed, I dragged my teeth along the side of his neck and bit him lightly across the shoulder. His groans of pleasure excited me. Licking from his shoulder, my tongue followed the curvature of his neck up to his ear. I circled the outer part, then pressed my tongue to lick the inside while letting him hear my breathing pick up. He was becoming uncontrollably aroused.
"You're driving me crazy!" He gasped, wiggling beneath me and wrapping his arms around me to pull me closer.
"I know," I bit him gently in exactly the right spot again and he cried out arching his back, pressing hard against me. I exhaled sharply at the charged pulse of our bodies meeting. I'd almost driven him to the point of no return just with neck and ear play, but he wouldn't let our encounter be squandered. He ripped free of my grasp and flipped me under him. He grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. With one hand, he held both my wrists and pressed them above my head. Before proceeding with whatever he had wanted to do next, he looked me directly in the eyes.
"May I be a bit rough?" He panted, waiting for my permission. My red lips curled seductively into a smile.
"What do you plan to do?" He never broke eye contact as he detailed a deliciously salacious plan. My entire body blushed.
"Yes, please do," I barely managed before he forcefully pulled me off the bed, hoisted my legs up around his waist and pushed me against the wall again, kissing me deeply and passionately. I weaved my fingers through his hair, pulling a handful of his waves to press him closer, pull him deeper. Our moans of pleasure vibrated together.
James then turned us around and threw our bodies back onto the bed. Pressing down with all his weight, he kept my body beneath him so I couldn't move as he reached under the bed and pulled out numerous scarves. He straddled me and brought each wrist to his lips. He tenderly licked from the base of my palm to the tip of each finger before using a scarf to tie my wrists snuggly together.
Still straddling me, I let him push my arms over my head and into the mattress. He reached to take something from the drawer beside the bed. He held up the scissors for me to see.
"I'm going to cut the fabric off you," He rasped. My heart jumped with anticipation.
"Do it." I demanded. He bit his lower lip to contain his own excitement. I let out a small surprised gasp when the cold of the scissors slid between my breasts. He hesitated only to make sure I was still okay with his plan. I nodded. He cut the middle and the straps and pulled the bra out from underneath me, tossing in on the floor.
Continuing to hold my arms above my head he slid the scissors down my belly and across my underwear band and made cuts on either hip, then ripped them off.
"I'm going let go of your hands and stand up, but don't move until I tell you to," his voice was deep and commanding. I nodded. He stood up and looked down at my figure sprawled across his bed, with my hands tied above me.
"Get on your knees and spread your legs apart," another gruff command. I did as he said. Sitting up, I put my tied wrists between my legs and spread my knees apart, my butt resting on my heels. He slinked onto the bed behind me and matched my position.
He pulled my hair off my shoulders, exposing my neck and began kissing and lightly biting me from behind. One hand played skillfully with my nipples, while the other navigated down to my spread legs. He fingers met my wetness and immediately began pressing in a circular motion. I threw my head back against his shoulder and letting him pleasure me. He pressed his mouth to my ear.
"I love your body," He said swirling his fingertips and finding the way inside. My legs spread wider in response to his touch. His fingers were poised to enter me, but instead he teased a bit and went back to moving them in a circular, pressing motion that was starting to make me crazy. His other hand previously pinching and flicking my nipples snaked its way to wrap around my neck and he used his thumb and pointer finger to press just under my both sides of my jaw creating the sensation of pressure without choking me. I was moaning uncontrollably now. I reached up and back, hooking my arms around his neck. He chose this moment to dip his long fingers inside. I gasped and moaned.
"Oh, James!"
"Fuck, you are so wet," his voice was gravelly, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me. He continued to move his fingers inside me, occasionally lubricating me with my own liquors. When my moans grew too impatient, he gently pulled my arms back down and licked his dripping fingers. I knew not to move into another position until he told me to, so I stayed put as he pulled away and rearranged himself underneath me. I straddled his face. He squeezed my hips and brought his mouth to kiss inside me. I cried out when he licked and sucked and pressed his hot tongue against me. He was like a man deprived of a stiff drink after an arduous day. I felt the familiar rising waves of pleasure. He slid a finger inside me and hooked it, never ceasing his licking. My moans took on a different sound of desperation as I grew closer to climax. His rhythm remained steady.
"James, I'm coming, don't stop," I pleaded, "don't stop!" a guttural groan escaped as I shuddered through an orgasm, tightening and releasing against his finger inside me. He moaned during my release and slowed only when he felt the spasms dissipate. But he didn't stop. He slowly continued to lick me, resting his finger inside. I slouched over him, panting. Our bodies were covered in sweat. Suddenly, he started to pick up the pace again. His free hand slapped my butt and grabbed it, holding me in place as he worked to bring me another orgasm. We repeated this numerous times, until I begged him to let me rest. He slid out from under me, smiling and covered in my come, eye make-up running. I held out my tied wrists and he undid them while I caught my breath.
"That was amazing!" I laughed. With my freed hands I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deeply, tasting a mixture of him and myself. "Now, it's my turn. Where are those scarves you pulled out?" He reached to the floor and pulled up a pile.
"What are you going to do with those?" Taking one in my hand, I kissed him deeply, then whispered next to his ear, each scandalous sentence followed by a flick of my tongue.
"Does that sound like fun?" I asked as I helped move his body onto the center of the bed.
"Yes," he shuddered while I used the scarves to secure each wrist to a bed post. Once his hands were tied, I took the length of his right middle finger into my mouth, closing my lips around the base of the fingers and sucking until I reached the fingertip. He turned his blindfolded face towards me and bit his bottom lip as if the pain would counteract the desire.
Slowly and with purpose, I kissed inch by inch from his wrist down his arm, to the side of his ribs, and moved over to tease his nipples.
"Oh fuck, I like that," he gasped. Moving further along his body, I dragged my tongue down the middle of his torso, stopping to lightly nip or kiss his flesh every few inches. His breathing was becoming irregular and small moans escaped his lips. I kissed and bit along his hip bone and groin, which started to make him involuntarily thrust upwards. He tried to apologize, but I reached my fingers to his mouth and pressed them against his lips.
"No apologies, just let your body do what it wants," I said before breaking the contact between us entirely and being completely still. I didn't move again until his breathing evened out. Then, without warning, I took the length of him inside my warm mouth, swirling my tongue against him. He cried out and jerked against the wrist restraints. With both hands around him from the base, I enclosed his entirety in my mouth and hands, paying particular attention to the tip with my tongue. He groaned and moaned, his body jerked and bucked against my mouth.
"I'm getting close," he cried out. With those words, I let go and slide off the bed entirely. He fought against the restraints, "No, no, no! Come back please!" I ignored him and used the time to admire his body splayed across the bed, tied up, and waiting for me to indulge it. He whimpered a bit, smiling devilishly, and called for me to come back a few more times. Finally, I snaked back onto the bed and climbed on top of him for a kiss. I tilted his head back and pushed my tongue as far into him as I could. He moaned and our tongues feverishly embraced. With more urgency this time, I kissed the same trail down his torso and went straight to take him inside my mouth. Again, I brought him close and then abruptly stopped.
"Oh god! This is torture!" He threw his head against the pillow tossing from side to side as if to shake off the build-up of tension. He laughed deeply, "You're not going to torture me all night, are you?"
"Just until I'm bored," I smirked and again took him back inside my mouth. This time he came close faster and again I released him. That's when he started to beg.
"Please, let me come," his exasperation was exciting to me, "please, please."
"I like it when you beg me," I said, moving to straddle his waist.
"Please, Jane, let me come. Please," he continued imploring, his energy waning and his pleas turning to a whisper. I raked my nails across his chest and bent to his ear again.
"This time, ask me if you may come," I whispered. He nodded and I took him into my mouth and wrapped my fingers around him slowly moving up and down his length. He arched his back and I took more of him deeper into my mouth.
"May I please come?" His voice lacked the prior urgency, so I declined and continued sucking him.
"Please, Jane! Can I come?" This time, there was more desperation, but again I declined and began moving faster.
"Jane, god damn it, please, can I come, please, please, please, can I come?!" I didn't respond at all this time, just to see how long he would let himself hold back. His knuckles turned white from gripping the scarves and he nearly drew a trace of blood from his bottom lip biting it to counteract the intensity of being forced to wait for release. His pleading had been reduced to whispered cries of "please" when I finally commanded that he come for me by humming a yes.
He cried out with each burst into my mouth. I let his come drip out to help lubricate the last few strokes he might be able to tolerate. His breathing sounded as if he had just finished a marathon and his entire body became limp. I crawled off him and picked up a shirt off the floor to gently wipe us down. While he slowly regulated his breath, I untied each wrist and massaged them, placing them along his sides. Lastly, I straddled him again and held his head while I untied the blindfold. He grasped the sides of my thighs and then drew me to him for another kiss.
He nuzzled his forehead against mine, "You are incredible".
"Thank you. You, too," I laid my entire body flat against him, nestling my head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around me, clutching me to his chest, our legs entwined.
"Stay here?" The sun was coming up and the day was beginning.
"I can't," I lied. He tightened his arms around me.
"When can I see you again?"
"Whenever you'd like," I whispered, exhaustion beginning to weigh heavily on me.
"Later today? Tomorrow?"
"Sure. Tomorrow." I rolled off of him reluctantly and sat on the edge of the bed, he sat and placed fluttering kisses on my shoulder.
"Would you like some different clothes to go home in since I cut some of yours off last night," we both chuckled, "I'll get you something". He went to his closet and pulled out a dark t-shirt and black skirt (his own wardrobe, incidentally). "I'll get these back from you tomorrow," he smiled and held my face with both hands before leaning down to kiss me once more. Rather than a feverish kiss, this one was light and tender.
He had offered to walk me back to my vehicle, but I declined. I got into my car, turned the keys, and switched on the radio.
Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover…
Inhale, hold, then exhale.