Nami bit her lip as she looked at herself in the mirror. Somehow Zoro had talked her into going to club with him tonight, even though all she wanted to do was just relax in her bathtub and enjoy a nice bubble bath. But instead she was going to go to a noisy drunk infested building and spend the night with Zoro. She sighed and looked at her appearance once more before turning away, sure that she looked okay. And then she heard the knock on her door.
Zoro tapped his foot restlessly as he waited for Nami to come open the door for him. He didn't know how he'd managed it, but somehow he'd managed to talk her into going to the club with him tonight and the more he realized that she said yes the more anxious he got because unlike usually they weren't going to be surrounded by his friends. It was just going to be the two of them. When she finally did open the door he had an instant hard on and his heart stopped. She was wearing a very low cut black dress that ended just under her round ass. The only thing that was keeping the dress from coming apart in the middle where it showed more than just a glimpse of her cleavage was a string that tied in the back. Speaking of the back, Zoro noticed, as she turned to grab a matching black clutch off her bed, that it was completely exposed, everything except for her ass.
"What?" she asked, catching him staring at her.
Zoro shook his head. "Nothing, you ready?" he asked, leaning in the door frame. Nami nodded and followed him outside to his truck. He opened up the door for her and helped her inside, something he knew she was going to need unless she wanted to flash the parking lot full of students who were going god only knew where for the night. After getting her in he jogged around to the driver's side, climbed in and peeled out of the parking lot.
Nami looked over at him, a small knowing smile on those lips that were too kissable for her own good. "What?" he asked, glancing at her as he flipped on his turn signal and turned down a street.
"I'm just wondering why you and I are going alone. I mean you're little rat pack isn't here." She pointed out, nodding to the backseat that was usually occupied by Zoro's friends.
He just shrugged, turning down another street. "I thought that you and I could use a little alone time," he said like it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be alone. Nami nodded and sat back in the seat, looking out the window while he drove.
When Zoro pulled up to the club he quickly parked and walked around to help Nami out. Draping his arm over his shoulder he led her inside. The music was loud and the scent of sex, sweat, and alcohol filled the air in the thick cloud that had Nami's head spinning at first. The multi colored lights danced around the room as people screamed above the music and pressed tightly against each other. "Wanna go get a drink?" Zoro asked, talking over the music and all of the other noise that filled the club. Nami nodded and allowed Zoro to lead her over to the bar.
The bartender looked at Zoro, raised an eyebrow, and Zoro nodded. Nami had a feeling he came here often because not even a minute later there were two drinks in from of them and Zoro was handing the man money without saying a word to each other. Nami picked up her drink and downed the contents that were quickly replaced by the bartender. Zoro looked at her in shock. He'd never known someone who could down alcohol like that other than himself. He had to give her props.
Once they both had a good five drinks in their systems he leaned over so she could hear him above the noise. "Come dance with me." He grabbed her hand and lead her onto the dance floor, weaving their way between sweat drenched bodies that were pressed tightly together, grinding and swaying to the music. Nami started to let the music take her as she followed Zoro and started swaying as she walked into the middle of the floor. Zoro wrapped his muscular arms around her waist and pulled her hips close against his as they began to dance.
He groaned and was thankful that the music drowned it out. Nami's perfect ass was going to drive him crazy if she kept grinding it against him like she was. He could feel an erection starting in his jeans, and took all of his will to beat it down. He knew that was the last thing she needed right now, she was a virgin for crying out loud, and he knew better than to get his hopes up that she would let him take it. He was a thug; she needed someone that could actually care for her. But damn it the way she was rolling her hips against his was going to be too much before the night was through.
Nami knew what she was doing to him. She could feel it against her hip as she rolled her hips, grinding them against his. But he was doing it right back to her. There was no hesitation in his movements as his hips ground into hers in time to the music, or the way his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her in closer to him, drawing their bodies tight together.
Heat radiated off his body and nearly scalded his back as he dipped his head to brush his lips over the damn skin of her neck. The song was only halfway through and they were already starting to sweat, their clothes sticking together and making hair stick to their skin. But the heat was what Nami was after, feeling Zoro's hot body pressed tightly against hers, his hard muscles wrapped around her small body, and his lips on her skin made everything go away.
Zoro growled against her skin as he took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling and sucking softly as his hot breath blew over her neck. As the beat of the song increased their hips moved more greedily against each other and he shoved a knee between her hips, making her grind her core against him. Nami couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips and Zoro could feel it vibrating through her body and into his. Nami's rhythm didn't falter when he turned her around on his knee, letting her grind against him as he looked down at her.
Nami could have sworn that she saw something in his eyes, something underneath the lust that burned there so visibly, but she didn't want to let herself believe it, so she dismissed the thought. When the song ended she told him she wanted another drink. The night went on they would drink, then dance, then drink some more. Before Nami knew it all her inhibitions were out the window and she was freely moving her body suggestively against Zoro's; fisting her hand in the little hair she could, clawing at his back when his lips danced across her skin, clawed as her curves, when he pressed against her in all the right places.
Before Nami knew it, Zoro was helping her outside where the cool night air washed over the skins and gave their lungs a breath of fresh air. But it made Nami's head spin and she had to cling to Zoro so she didn't topple over. The whole ride back to school all she could think about was getting him to kiss her. She didn't care how she had to do it, but in her lust and alcohol clouded mind, that's all she wanted. A hot, passionate, tongue wrestling kiss from the muscular strong man that was right beside her in his big truck.
When they got back Zoro helped her inside and started to lead her up the stairs that lead to her room. In reality the elevator might have been a better idea, but neither of them was thinking straight. Halfway up Nami's foot caught on a step as she was walking and she tripped. The only thing that kept her from kissing the carpet was Zoro's strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into him. She twisted and looked up at him. Their eyes met and there was that look again, like there was something there that went beyond lust. She dismissed it and looked up at him, willing him to kiss her.
As if he was reading her mind, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She moaned softly at the contact and kissed back, wrapping her arms around him, holding on for dear life since the only thing that kept her from falling was his arms wrapped securely around her body. The kiss was far from sweet and slow like their previous. This was hot, needy, and alcohol induced. But neither of them cared. Zoro nipped gently at Nami's lips and she opened them. His tongue entered her mouth, hot and wet, plundering, seducing, and taking over all of her senses. He roamed every inch of her mouth that he could reach, and his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her close against him. On instinct Nami wrapped her legs around him as he carried her up the remaining stairs and to her room.
Zoro slammed Nami's back into the door roughly, but it only caused her to moan as her arousal spiked higher and higher. She moaned and rubbed herself against him like a needy cat in heat. She needed him to satisfy her, and he needed her to satisfy him.
In the back of her mind Nami knew things were heading somewhere she had decided she didn't want to go with some guy who was after a one night stand or a quick fling. She wanted to save what they were about to do for the man she was going to marry, but with her lust and alcohol induced passion she didn't care.
She knew she was going to regret this in the morning, but all she could think about was the here and now. And that meant getting into Zoro's pants.
Zoro fumbled with the door that leads to her room, kissing her all the while. When the knob wouldn't turn and he realized through all of the heat radiating off her body and into his, and through the soft mewls as he sucked on her tongue that the door was locked. "Key," he murmured against her lips, pressing into her body and grinding his hips against hers. Needing to get her inside and get her clothes off.
Nami fumbled around inside her clutch, handing him the key. Zoro growled as he fumbled with the key, trying to get it into the lock. And the needy way Nami was rolling her hips against his, the way her fingers clawed at his shirt sure as hell wasn't helping. Finally getting the door open he took her inside and quickly spun, closing the door and pinning her to it. His lips found hers again and his hands found the creamy smooth skin of her thigh.
Nami's body was pulsing with heat and lightning that flashed hot and needy every time Zoro touched her. It was like a thunderstorm was raging inside of her and he was the source of it. She felt like if he stopped touching her she would die. She was so hot and she ached. She was soaking wet already and all they had done was kiss and grind their bodies against each other. She couldn't imagine what it would be like once she was naked and he was actually touching her body with those big tanned hands of his. She needed him to touch her. Oh fuck why wasn't he touching her.
Finally he started to give her what she wanted. His hands started to push her dress up over her hips, exposing the black bikini cut panties she was wearing. Leaving her dress hiked up around her hips he pressed his fingers against her and they both groaned, Nami arching her back, needing him to touch her more. "You're so wet," Zoro groaned against her neck as his tongue licked over her pulse. She shivered.
Zoro's fingers started to dance over the cloth that covered her pussy, making the ache low in her belly throb. She could feel her feminine muscles clench with the need to be filled and she tried to close her legs, to rub them together to relieve some of the ache. Zoro chuckled, low and dark, as he realized what she was trying to do. "That's not going to work baby," he whispered against her skin, taking her ear lobe between his teeth. "Maybe this will." He lowered her until she was riding his leg. Nami rocked her hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders as she tried to seek some type of gratification. "That's it baby, ride me just like that," he groaned as he rubbed his knee back and forth over her sex.
He could feel how hot and wet she was through his jeans and her panties and all he could think about was getting inside that tight hot body. He wanted to see her writing underneath him. Wanted to hear her cry out, begging him to send her over the edge and damn it he would. He put Nami down on her feet and chuckled when she whined like a little needy thing at the loss of contact, but Zoro was going to remedy that very soon.
Zoro took hold of her dress and pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor. He was graced with the sight of her nearly naked body. All she was left in after he removed her dress were the black heels she was wearing and the black panties. He had half a mind to rip the offending piece of material off her body but fought the urge. Instead he leaned in and nipped at her neck before placing hot opened mouth kissed down her collar bone and down the slope of one creamy full breast until he could take her nipple into his mouth.
Nami's back arched as her nerves were sent on an acid trip. Zoro licked, nipped, and suckled at her nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers until they were hard as a rock and begging for more attention. She desperately rubbed her thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the pressure there, but she knew what she needed down there. His hands, his mouth, his dick, anything. She needed something from him and she didn't care what.
Zoro took his time, letting his tongue run small circles over her nipple before moving to switch nipples. Giving the other one the same attention as the first. It was only fair after all. She could feel how hot Nami was against him. The heat was radiating off her body, yet she was shivering. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, hot and thick, fogging up his brain, he could feel her thighs rubbing together, trying to seek the gratification he was denying her. He wanted to take things slow, wanted to savor this because somewhere deep in the back of his mind he knew that this was probably going to be the one and only time that he was going to get this chance with her, but damn it all she was making it damn hard to go slow with those heady moans and mewls coming from between her lips, red and swollen from his kisses.
Deciding it was time to move on he slowly kissed down the length of her body as she kneeled in front of her. He slipped his fingers into the hem of her panties and with a sharp tug pulled them down. "Lift your leg," he grunted, guiding her leg into the air. Once he'd slipped the offending material off her creamy legs he took her leg and positioned it over his shoulder, opening her sex to him.
Her scent hit him like a ten ton brick. She was so hot and wet he could see the fluid dripping down her thighs. Sticking his tongue out he licked her inner thigh and groaned as her taste exploded in his mouth. She was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before and he knew that if he pressed his mouth to her core, where she was the wettest, the hottest, the tightest, he'd dive into a whole lot of honey.
He wet his lips, his mouth suddenly going dry. His hands itched, his skin tingled. He needed to be inside of her. He pressed his mouth to her and Nami cried out. He sucked and licked and nipped at her clit gently, helping her ride out the orgasm that shook her body. His hips gripped her hips, holding her in place as she swayed on one unsteady leg. He moaned when her nails bit into his scalp, trying to ground herself to something as the pleasure took her to heights she'd never known before. And that was his undoing. When she came back down, trying to catch her breath he stood and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and dumping her into it.
Nami watched him kick off his shoes while removing his shirt. She bit her lip when she saw all of those rippling muscles and tanned skin, marred with scars that only made her hotter for him. His hands went to his pants and he kicked them off along with his boxers. Her eyes widened at the sheer size of him. He was long, thick, and there was a small bead of fluid leaking from his tip. How the hell was that going to fit inside of her? There was no way. But her concerns flew out the window as he climbed on top of her and pressed down, his erection pressing into her wet core, hitting her clit before retreating. They both moaned.
Zoro knew he was in trouble the moment his erection touched her hot, wet sex. This was going to be his undoing; this was going to make him crazy. He spread her for him and lined himself up with her. Zoro glanced at her before he pushed inside, waiting for her to give him some indication to stop, waiting for her to tell him that this was going too far. The only thing she did was arch her hips, taking his tip into her tight, wet body.
He groaned and lost it. Without thinking, without remembering that she'd never done this before, he surged forward, breaking her innocence and sinking balls deep into her. Her body enveloped him like a glove, tight, pulsing, hot, wet. She was heaven around him and he didn't ever want to leave. But the soft sobs shaking her body, and the nails drawing blood on his shoulders snapped him back to reality. He'd hurt her.
His heart twitched at the realization and he braced his weight on his hands, dipping his head he captured her lips in a kiss that was soothing, soft, and slow. A hand came up to stroke her breasts, tweak and roll her nipple, trying to distract her from the pain as his hips rocked slowly and shallowly against her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her further, but he didn't know how long he was going to be able to hold out before he began to ride her hard, giving her body all it could take and then some.
Finally, just before his control snapped, Nami moaned and arched her hips against his, taking him in deeper. Zoro groaned as her pussy clenched around him, pulling him in deeper and nearly suffocating the head of his cock in her tightness. He snapped then, he pulled his hips back until all but his head was showing, dripping with her wetness before he surged forward, taking her hard and deep with long fast strokes.
Nami's nails clawed at his back as she called out his name, writing and arching underneath him as he stirred new sensations in her body. With her virgin tightness Zoro knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He wedged a hand between them and started rubbing her clit. "Come for me Nami," he breathed, low, hot, and guttural against her skin, his breath fanning over her neck and ear, stirring the sweat drenched hair.
That was Nami's undoing. Without any hesitation, without any other contact, she came undone, pulsing and contracting around him as she milked him, willing him to come and fill her hot pussy with his semen. And Zoro did just as her body was begging him to. With a low groan he bit down on her shoulder, leaving a mark that would mark her as his and came deep into her body. He kept thrusting into her until he was spent and collapsed against her body.
They both struggled to catch their breaths as Zoro pulled her body tight against his. He pulled the sheets up over them and kissed her shoulder as they both came down. She sighed happily, snuggling into the warmth of his body, her sweat-slicked skin pressing against his. Zoro held her all night, in the back of his mind knowing that the morning to follow would probably shatter his world because he knew she was going to regret this. She'd given him the one thing she would never be able to take back, and he had no idea how she was going to handle that, but he had a feeling it wasn't going to be a good reaction.