by Kasey Krane
Fuck him.
Then I looked at him more closely and realized that yes, I did want to fuck him.
Maybe this wasn’t such a dismal twist of events after all. He was even sexier than the original guy I was flirting with.
Talk about luck!
He looked me up and down like he could see right through me. It wasn’t just about my cleavage and the spot between my legs, it was like he peered right into my soul and he knew what I was thinking.
He’d already shooed the other guy away and now turned to face me, his shoulders heaving as he waited for me to say something.
“So you just take what you want do you, big guy?” I asked.
He breathed in deeply and took a step closer, like he wanted me to really listen to what he had to say.
“Yes,” he replied.
He was tall and broad with a frame that made it evident he liked to look after himself. He had a surprisingly soft handsome face—which added a charm to him, despite his intimidating muscular body structure. He had light brown hair and green eyes. They pierced me as he summed me up closely.
It must have been several minutes while we stared at each other in complete silence. The rest of the bar continued to thump with music and dancing, people falling over each other—and yet somehow, this guy had managed to create a kind of protective aura-circle around us. Warding off all the ridiculous energy of this place.
There was something about him that instantly made me feel good about myself. Maybe it was because of the way he stared at me, how he looked me up and down, how he wasn’t afraid to look directly in my eyes and peer into my soul.
It wasn’t often these days that a man made me feel good about myself. They were usually all dogs and I loathed them. But this guy…he said it himself: he knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
It was almost like I had no choice in the matter.
Before I could say anything more, he reached for me, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me to him.
“I hate this fuckin’ music,” he whispered in my ear. It was almost a threat, but it made me giggle. I knew what he wanted. I wanted the same thing. It was like our bodies had communicated in silence. I wanted him to strip down to no-clothes so I could feel every muscle of his body. I needed to know what it would be like to have him inside me.
“Me too,” I replied.
“Then let’s get out of here,” he suggested.
I bit my lip and slipped out of his arms before he could do anything about it.
“No. I came here to dance and you took away my dance partner. So, what are you going to do about it?”
He gritted his teeth. I saw his jaws move tightly and there was something so damn sexy about it. I felt a throbbing between my legs. I usually had immense self-control. I never understood how other girls could meet a random guy somewhere and just lose all sense of self. Maybe it was all the cocktails I’d been drinking!
Then he lunged towards me, grabbing me by my hips again. For a moment, I thought he was going to throw me over his shoulder and carry me off somewhere.
But instead, he started moving, grinding his hips with mine in a way I didn’t think he was capable of doing. I almost wanted to laugh out loud at his moves, but I didn’t. His hands moved down to my ass and he grabbed me tightly, pulling me in so I could feel how hard he was in his pants.
Almost instinctively, I started rolling my hips too, wrapping my arms around his neck and pasting myself to him. This was definitely the kind of dancing I had in mind.
Neither of us seemed to be paying attention to the music anymore. We were lost in our own world.
I had never felt this open or comfortable with my body with a stranger before. His hands were everywhere as we moved and swung, dancing to our own tune. He caressed my ass, my hips, stroked my back and neck.
I wanted him to kiss me. So bad! A few times as our bodies moved together, our faces were close enough for our lips to touch. But he didn’t do it. It was almost like he was teasing me.
I said I wanted to dance so that’s what he was giving me. I could feel a quivering between my thighs the more we moved.
I couldn’t believe my luck. That a guy like him would find me in a crowded bar like this, then claim me for himself. Just like that. Was this even real?
I wasn’t sure how long we were dancing for, but the more time passed, the more intense my desire for him got. He weaved his fingers through the back of my hair. He bunched up some of it, lightly moving my head from side to side as he leaned in to graze his lips along my neck.
I dipped backwards, arching, while his hot breath fell on my neck, my shoulders, then further down until his mouth was on my cleavage. But he teased me—just giving me a taste of what I could have if I didn’t want to be here on the dance floor.
I wanted to rip his clothes off!
I swung away from him abruptly, almost falling backwards because I felt so dizzy.
He won. Once again, he got exactly what he wanted. My shoulders heaved as I tried to catch a breath. I felt overwhelmed with desire.
“Okay, you’re right, we should get out of here,” I said, almost gasping.
A smile curled on the corners of his mouth. He knew he was victorious. Was he always this self-satisfied with victory? At this point I didn’t care, I just wanted to feel everything he was capable of making me feel.
He came towards me and reached for my hand.
It was a surprisingly gentle gesture. I thought he was going to grab me roughly.
Then he guided me out of the bar. I noticed how the crowd naturally parted as we made our way through. Again, it was that protective aura effect he seemed to command everywhere he went.
I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I wanted to get there fast because I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to contain myself around him.
I needed him inside me.
Four
Colin
This girl was something else.
When I made the decision to go over to her and push the other guy away—it was purely out of lust. Because of the way she moved her body when she danced. Then, when I came face-to-face with her. I was floored by her blue eyes.
She had a kind of strength and pride on her face that made her sexy. She was the kind of girl who always held her head up high, her chin thrust out. She knew how sexy she was. She knew she was better than everyone else. I wanted a piece of that.
She said she wanted to dance, and I didn’t dance—as a rule. But I was literally willing to do anything she wanted me to do if I would end up with her tonight. I was willing to dance with her to that shit music if that’s what she wanted. And it worked.
By the end of it, she wasn’t able to deny the facts. We were going to have sex tonight because our bodies had already made that decision.
I led her through the heaving mass of drunkards until we were outside the bar in the cold night air.
“Hey, what’s your name?” she asked, panting a little.
“Colin. What’s yours?”
“Marley,” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. “So, Colin, where are we going?”
I didn’t know. I could take her back to my hotel room but it was too far. I needed to possess her right now.
So I grabbed her hand again in response and we walked around to the back of the building. A neon sign burned above us, casting a fluorescent pink and blue light. We were in a narrow alleyway and she held my hand tighter.
It made me smile in the dark. I was going to keep her safe, but I got the feeling that she knew that already. She knew she was safe with me.
There was a faint thumping sound of the music playing inside the bar. I preferred the music now when it barely sounded like anything.
We walked along slowly until we reached the end of the alleyway. There was nothing there but a brick wall.
Our eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and I could see her face clearly.
“I’ve never done something like this before,
” she said, looking a little worried.
I reached for her face, framing it with both hands, then I looked into her eyes so I could reassure her.
“I’m going to kiss you now and it won’t matter.”
She gulped, but there was a smile on her face.
Our mouths met in a slow burning sizzle. She pressed herself into me and I could feel the urgency of her desire. I knew she could feel how hard I was.
The slow soft kiss turned rougher and more demanding when my tongue thrust into her mouth and down her throat.
Luckily, she was wearing a really short dress, so I just pulled it up.
Her panties were already wet for me.
Once I knew how ready she was for me, I pushed her up against the brick wall. Marley gasped with surprise but had a smile on her face. She bit her lower lip, thrusting her hips forwards towards me.
Her hands fumbled with my pants while I pulled up her dress further and peeled her panties down till they fell on the ground.
My pants came down and I lifted her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in so my cock dug into the insides of her thighs.
We faced each other. Her arms were around my neck. I grabbed my cock and guided myself inside her. She didn’t take her eyes off me while I entered her.
She was tight and juicy and I sank deeper and deeper inside her, ‘till I’d filled her up. She moaned with delight, clinging to me as I started pumping. Minutes ago, it felt like she was a stranger and I didn’t really know her. But now, I knew every part of her body and how delicious she felt while I was inside her.
I fucked her hard, while she bounced in my arms, up and down to the dull rhythm of the music pouring out of the bar. Her body rose up and down against the brick wall and I thrust my cock deep inside her.
In and out. Up and down. I was quickly on the edge of an orgasm. I reached down between us so I could stroke her clit and that was the last straw. She threw her head back, staring up at the dark night sky while she gave herself up to me.
I rubbed her swollen throbbing clit until she came, moaning and sighing while her body shuddered in my arms. I thrust harder and faster and then I exploded inside her too.
She swung in my arms while I emptied into her. Every last drop of my cum filled her up and I wasn’t thinking about anything else. Only about how amazing this felt.
We were both panting by the end of it. And maybe she had the same thoughts as me—that it was over too quickly. Maybe we should have waited. What now?
Usually when I was done banging a chick, I was done with her. However, with Marley, it felt like it was just starting. I wasn’t done with her yet. There was so much more that I wanted to feel and know.
I lifted her up and put her down. She pulled up her panties and smoothed the front of her dress. She was still trying to catch her breath and it didn’t look like she regretted what we had just done.
How could we? It was amazing. It was one of the best fucks of my life! And I wanted more.
“Now that we got that out of our system, maybe we should get a drink somewhere,” she said with a satisfied smile.
“Do you want to go back inside?” I asked, even though I kinda knew the answer to that question already. Neither of us really wanted to brave the music or the crowd of that damned bar.
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something else,” she said, smiling at me.
I looked up and saw a movie theater on the other side of the road outside the alleyway. It was one of the late-night ones that played old black-and-white films.
“I have an idea,” I said and reached for her hand again.
She giggled as she followed me out of the alleyway.
“I really didn’t peg you for the handholding kinda guy,” she said.
“I just don’t want you getting lost.”
First we walked down the street until we found a store we could buy a big bottle of whiskey from.
“Where are we going to drink this whole thing?” she asked when we walked out of the store.
“You’ll see,” I replied as we crossed over.
Marley still couldn’t guess what we were going to do as we walked up to the theater. I’d already hidden the bottle under my jacket although I figured it wouldn’t matter. I bought two tickets while she stared at me in surprise.
“We’re watching a movie? This is turning out to be more like a first date than I expected!”
They were playing Casablanca and we found two back row seats in the corner. Although, it didn’t really matter since the theater was practically empty. We settled in beside each other and I uncapped the whiskey bottle.
I took a swig of it before offering it to her. She eyed it up suspiciously.
“I’ve been drinking very colorful cocktails all night, I’m not sure mixing those with whiskey is going to do me any favors!”
“Well, you won’t know until you’ve tried it.”
She took a big swig, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She flapped a hand in front of her face, squinting at me.
“Burns!” she whispered hoarsely, which made me laugh.
At this point, I didn’t give a shit where my brothers were. Maybe I should have felt sorry for Killian and the fact that this was his bachelor’s weekend; but now that I found this girl, I wasn’t about to let her go so easily.
I didn’t know if I’d see her again or if she’d be here in the morning, but right now, I was enjoying sitting with her in that dark movie theater, paying no attention to the movie playing.
She drank some more of the whiskey and hooted loudly.
“Come on, you have to have some too,” she said, shoving the bottle in my direction again.
I took it from her. I knew if I kept it up, I would get blackout drunk. I’d already lost count of how much I had to drink at the bar, but it didn’t matter.
We were having fun.
Five
Marley
I had to admit this was kinda sweet, even though it was kinda silly too. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d giggled or blushed this much in the presence of male company. At least not since I was a teenager with a crush on the high school jock who didn’t even know my name.
Colin was far sexier than that guy could hope to be. I couldn’t figure out what a guy like him was doing with me.
He could have anyone he wanted, and he wanted me. At least,tonight he did.
Maybe it was because of the way I was being treated at the precinct that made me not think very highly of myself anymore. I didn’t expect any man to see my true potential, or find me interesting in any way.
The movie played, casting warm glows on our faces, while we passed the whiskey bottle between us. I knew I’d already had too much to drink, and that was probably why all it seemed normal to me at the moment.
We were strangers to each other. This guy could be anybody, and still I chose to trust him. I’d already had sex with him, and every time I thought about the way he kissed me in that alleyway—it sent shivers down my spine.
“So you’re from around here?” he asked, after we were done commenting on the movie.
“I live here now, yeah, but I’m not from here. I moved here recently.”
“For work?” he asked.
Even though I was having fun with Colin, my detective brain warned me through my drunken haze to keep key information close to my chest. I didn’t want to reveal too much about myself. My training had taught me that.
So I shrugged. “For personal reasons.”
He nodded and drank some more whiskey.
“Yeah, I’m not from around here either. I’m actually here with my brothers for a bachelor’s weekend.”
I sat up straight when I heard that and he must have seen the panic on my face. He grinned wide.
“It’s not my bachelor’s weekend. My oldest brother is getting married.”
I nearly sighed with relief and hoped he didn’t see it.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of asshol
e,” he added.
“So what kind of asshole are you?”
Colin was still grinning.
“The kind that doesn’t call and doesn’t do dates.”
I arched my brows. “And yet here we are, in a movie theater, after we just had sex.”
“Stranger things have happened,” he replied. “Maybe I’m changing.”
“Or maybe I am changing you as a person,” I joked and grabbed the bottle out of his hand.
Colin nodded, like he wasn’t opposed to the idea.
“Maybe,” he said like he was thinking about it.
It was more than the fact that he was so damn sexy. I wanted to tell him I’d never met a man like him before. But I didn’t.
I didn’t want to ruin the good thing we had going.
For some reason, Colin and I didn’t run out of things to talk about like I expected we would. Wasn’t that what usually happened when two people met who were so different from each other? It was pretty obvious that we didn’t belong to the same world.
Colin was being protective about personal details too. He hadn’t told me his last name or where he was actually from. Neither did I know what he did for a living or anything important about his family. However, I was sure his job wasn’t completely above board.
I already noticed the way strangers reacted to him. He gave off the vibe that declared—don’t mess with me. Like he lived by some moral code, but one that not all ordinary people would agree with. While we talked, I tried to play a guessing game on what his profession was.
Boxer? Bodyguard? Conman? I couldn’t pinpoint it, and a part of me didn’t want to either.
The part that remembered what my profession was.
If anyone at the precinct found out what kind of guy I was watching a movie with—it wouldn’t be a good look.
But I was having fun, and this wasn’t serious. I kept telling myself I wouldn’t have to think about it the next day. Considering how much alcohol I was consuming that night, it was more than likely I wouldn’t have any recollection of even meeting him. He would be nothing more than a hazy distant memory.
