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"..." : speech
Italic : thought
Chapter 5.
The beat thumped through my veins and the thick smoke pricked my throat. I loved this club. I waved 'hello' at a few familiar faces and grinned at their impressed nods at my companion. Yep, I was going to have a hard time keeping people away from him.
I looked at the small frame next to me. I couldn't exactly blame anyone for wanting to put their hands on him. I felt my own urge to ravage him right there flaring up again. Fuck, he looked so good, so tempting. His black leather pants literally made my mouth water and his half unbuttoned shirt left very little to the imagination.
But what made him even more attractive was that bittersweet combination of him looking both helpless like the little boy I had seen first, and sexy like an experienced seducer. He had both hands clutched around my wrist, as if he was terrified to let me go. And then there was this sexy sway in his hips, already moving seductively to the grinding beat.
He immediately tried to pull me towards the dance floor, but I whispered in his ear that I really needed a drink to calm myself down, before I would end up fucking him in public.
The look on his face had been priceless. I loved the power I had over him, getting that flush over his cheeks and nose. Of course, it was him having all the power over me, but I did everything I could to not show that. Even though I couldn't lose the gnawing feeling he was already fully aware of that fact.
I ordered a few drinks and sank down on the soft black couch in the back. But before I could take a sip of one of the chilled drinks, he climbed on top of me, straddling me and grinding his hips against my abdomen. While my traitorous brain distracted me by wandering off to scenarios in which his gorgeous naked body was riding mine, he snatched the glass out of my hands and downed it in one gulp.
He let his tongue glide over his perfect teeth and looked at me like a predator would glare at his helpless prey.
"Well, if you don't want to come dance with me voluntarily, I will just have to find a way to make you do anything I want you to..."
I just couldn't get my hands off of him. I know I had promised myself to take this slow, but fuck it. This was his fault, he just had to be so damned sexy, and tasty, and beautiful, and downright fuckable.
He leaned in to kiss me, but gasped and threw his head back in his neck as I let my hands travel up his legs and squeezed his delicious ass. As I was being presented with the glistening skin of his bared throat, my feral instincts threatened to take over. Especially that pulsing vein in his neck. It just begged to be kissed, licked, bitten...
Such a tease, such a goddamned little tease... I kissed the skin that stretched over his collarbone, travelling downwards slowly, as far as the restricting fabric of his shirt would let me. The sound of his moans, even over the sexy beat of the music, was quickly sapping all my sanity. I needed more.
He grabbed my hair and tilted my head back almost roughly. The surprise on my face must have ignited his own instincts, because he let out a deep, husky growl and brought his face down over my own. His kiss was hot, wet and very demanding. He pried my mouth open and invaded me with his tongue.
I could feel him taking control of the situation and I was still not sure if that was a good thing or not. But the feeling of his slippery tongue wrestling with my own was enough to make me not give a shit about anything else. All that mattered right now was his hot mouth on mine.
His hips were grinding against me, ripping the last shreds of control away from me. But the moment I tried to pry my hands inside the back of his leather pants, he jerked his head back up, listened to the music and grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat. "Oh, I love this song!"
He jumped up and made his way to the dance floor, leaving me impossibly hard and wanting. With a mixture of lust and anger I watched his swaying hips and rolling abdomen. He moved like water on the beats of his song, his dark eyes never leaving mine.
Within a few seconds, he was surrounded with lusting men, trying to feel him up. I was already on my feet to make them know he was mine, when I realized he had taken care of all of them with a few spins and well placed thrusts. At the sight of my jealousy, he flashed his award winning smile at me again and whirled around showing off his tight little ass.
He mouthed the words to the song at me, apparently telling me that he didn't think of himself as a tease, but only trying me out, wanting to see how patient I could be.
I grinned at him dangerously.
If patience is what you want, patience is what you'll get. I'll give you so much patience, you'll be begging for my touch in no time. I can play your little games too...
He slowly made his way back to me, hips still swaying seductively. And even though I knew I could play along with him, it was going to be very hard if he kept his teasing up. The mischievous glint in his eyes was betraying his enjoyment in tormenting me.
He pushed me back to sit on the couch behind me and grabbed my hair, never ceasing the thrusting movements of his lower body. I scooted forwards on the couch as much as I could and focussed my eyes on the belts around his waist, bucking and pumping impossibly on the steamy beats. Hypnotizing...
I think I need another drink...
To Be Continued...