“Banzai!” he yelled as he laughed, and then threw back his shot as well.
Casey had just finished ordering another round for them when he was plowed into from behind by a couple of blonde, scantily-clad, giggling girls. “Casey!” they shrieked as they surrounded him, one on either side, each of them grabbing an arm and kissing a cheek.
Annie was pushed back as they did so, making her bump hard into someone behind her. She unmistakably felt something under her foot as she stumbled backwards.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Annie yelped as she whirled around, apologizing to the owner of the foot she’d just trampled with her heels. But any further words died in her mouth when she saw the gorgeous man standing there with a wince on his face as he glanced down at his injured foot.
She guessed him to be about six foot two. He had short, spiky, blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and his right eyebrow was pierced. His bulging biceps were barely contained in the grey, V-neck, long-sleeved sweater he wore with a pair of designer jeans. She could see part of a tattoo on his forearm as it peeked out from his left sleeve, but she couldn’t quite make out what it was.
“I think my toes are still intact, but what’s your name in case I have to press charges?” he asked, looking at her sternly.
Annie gasped and started to apologize to him again. “Oh my God, can you do that? Are you really going to sue me? I’m so sorry—I was pushed into you. I didn’t step on you on purpose!” Belatedly, she saw the twinkle in his eye and trailed off. Smirking, Annie raised an eyebrow at him. “Having fun making me feel like a complete shit?” she asked.
He threw back his head and laughed, showing off a great set of even, pearly white teeth. “Hey, you did step on my foot,” he reminded her with a wink, “and now you’re avoiding telling me your name.”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Annie,” she said, holding out her hand to shake his.
“Annie. It’s nice to meet you.” He took her offered hand, but for the second time this evening, a man kissed her hand. Annie was really starting to wonder if she was in the year 2013.
“And your name is?” she asked.
“His name is Trey,” Casey said as he stepped up to them, having finally disentangled himself from his female fan club. “What’s up, buddy? I see you’ve met my girl, Annie.”
“Your girl? Is she really?” Trey asked dryly, giving Casey a tight smile. Casey just slid his arm possessively around Annie’s shoulder and continued looking at Trey with a bland expression on his face. The two men continued to stare at each other for several long, uncomfortable seconds. Finally, Trey glanced at Annie, then back at Casey again and shrugged. “Too bad.” He excused himself, nodding briefly at Casey, and disappeared off into the crowd.
While she somewhat appreciated the caveman attitude that Casey had suddenly adopted towards her in front of Trey, Annie also felt slightly annoyed at the same time. Gently disengaging herself from his grasp, she crossed her arms and looked at him pointedly. “Care to tell me what that was all about?”
Casey gritted his teeth and shook his head. “That guy is trouble, just trust me,” was all he said.
Annie waited for him to elaborate on his statement, but he said nothing. Finally, she rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Alright, well fine. I’ll just have to take your word for it that he’s trouble. But all I know is that he was just being nice to me when your fan club knocked me into him.”
Casey had the grace to look embarrassed. “Um yeah, sorry about that. Kelli and Kelly… they’re usually pretty nice girls, but they’ve had a lot to drink already,” he finished lamely.
Annie just stared at him at a minute before responding. She could do this. She could take the high road and not act like a jealous girlfriend. She could show that she was confident and secure. “Whatever. Let’s just do another shot and get on the dance floor already.”
A smile flashed across his face and he nodded, turning to the bartender to order another round. After their shot glasses were emptied, Casey grabbed Annie’s hand and tugged her close so that she was standing flush up against him. He wrapped his arms around her and for a moment, it seemed like the rest of the room was blurred out, moving in slow motion. All that existed right then was the two of them as he gazed down at her, a small smile quirked on his lips.
“You ready to do this thing with me now?” he asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she replied.
Casey kissed her hard, and then leading her by the hand, he turned to move with the crowd towards the dance floor. As they wound through the mass of sweaty bodies gyrating against each other, Annie swallowed hard. Quickly she began to pray over and over again.
Please God, just do me a solid and don’t let me make a total ass of myself. Please God, just make me look cool tonight.
When they’d gotten to the center area of the dance floor, Casey finally stopped. Annie glanced at the immediate area around them and recognized the two girls who had jumped him at the bar. As they looked at her, they both shot daggers with their eyes. Annie felt a little taken aback at the blatant hostility radiating from the two of them. Uncomfortable, she turned around to face Casey, who was leaning to his left with his head ducked down as one of the other guys yelled something in his ear. He laughed at whatever the guy said and nodded, then fist bumped with him and turned back to face her.
The music had just transitioned into a classic hip hop track, Jay Z’s Can I Get A? Casey grinned down at Annie, sliding his hand to rest just above her ass, and then he began to move. And man, could he move. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face as she felt him undulate so effortlessly against her. What was even better yet was the fact that she was actually moving in perfect unison with him. Dancing with Casey felt like the most natural and erotic thing in the world to her.
Annie laughed out loud when he told her to bounce with him as he rapped along with Jay Z, and then again after she saw his mock wounded look when she yelled “fuck you” with Ja Rule. She just tickled his ribs and his sexy smile was back in a flash.
As the song morphed into Ghetto Superstar by Pras, Annie cheered with the crowd of dancers and began singing along with Mya. Casey again rapped in perfect unison with Pras, making Annie shake her head and laugh. When it came to Mya’s part again, she sang along, shaking her finger at him as she moved back from him a bit and danced. His eyes were glued to her as she moved. If he thought she looked stupid, his expression didn’t betray him at all. He looked like he was thoroughly enjoying the show she was putting on for him.
Butterflies flitted around crazily in her stomach as she felt his eyes devouring her while she danced. When she finished singing, he quickly caught her hand in his and pulled her back to him again, sliding his hands down to firmly grab her ass. She gasped as he ground his hips against her. She could feel the hardness of his erection through their layers of clothing, which made her smile so big, she thought her face might split in two. Mentally, she crowed with relief.
Yay, he’s definitely not tiny turtle penis man!
A second later, he was kissing her hungrily, his lips now claiming what his eyes had eagerly devoured only moments before. Lost in the kiss, Annie was startled when someone bumped into them and told them to get a room. Blushing furiously, she tried to move back from Casey, but he wasn’t letting go. He just laughed and playfully punched the shoulder of the guy who had just broken up their impromptu make-out session.
“You’re just jealous, dude,” he told the guy who began to disagree, but then stopped and shrugged.
“Yeah, maybe so. Your girl is smokin’!” he yelled over the music, making Annie blush again.
“Keep it in your pants, Mike,” Casey yelled back at him, making Mike laugh and shake his head.
“Shut the fuck up, you ass. I’m not an animal.”
Annie laughed at Mike’s response. He grinned unabashedly at her, and then danced away into the crowd. Just as Mike left, another guy shimmied over to them and said hey.
“S’up, Travis?
This is Annie. Annie, Travis,” Casey yelled as he introduced them.
“Hey Annie, nice to meet you. Did this loser just pick you up tonight?” Travis yelled back with a cocky grin.
Annie laughed and shook her head. “No, I flew up from L.A. earlier this evening.”
“Oh nice. You coming to the show tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, she’ll be there. So she can laugh while your skinny ass tries to keep up with me.” Travis just gave him the finger, making Casey laugh.
“You’ll have to forgive him. He’s dealing with a lot of pent-up frustration,” Annie told Travis with an apologetic smile as she elbowed Casey in the ribs.
“Haha, got your girlfriend trying to make nice for you. That’s so sweet.” Travis fluttered his eyelashes, lacing his fingers under his chin as he made a kissy face. Casey just smirked and flipped him off, then put his hand on Travis’ face and lightly pushed him away before resuming dancing with Annie. Travis flipped him off with both fingers and grinned like a dufus before bouncing off into the crowd.
“Interesting friends you have,” she said as she quirked an eyebrow at him, “but they seem pretty cool.”
“Yeah, they’re alright.” Casey leaned down for a quick kiss and then just tilted his head back and closed his eyes as he danced with her. She leaned her head against his chest, closing her eyes as she moved with him. They danced to song after song for another hour before he finally nodded towards the stairs, indicating that they could leave. She nodded in agreement, following him as he led her through the packed crowd again, up the stairs and out into the cool night air.
“Oh, my jacket,” Annie said, stopping to fish through her clutch for the coat check stub. Casey held out his hand for it, and she handed it over and waited while he disappeared back into the club. He returned a few minutes later with her jacket draped over his arm. Shivering, she reached for it, and he gallantly helped her slide each arm through the sleeves and then turned her around and zipped it up for her. “I love how you take such good care of me,” she said softly, looking up at him as she smiled her appreciation.
“And I love taking care of you,” Casey replied, kissing her forehead softly. “Let’s get you back to the hotel where it’s nice and warm.” He helped Annie into the next taxi and climbed in behind her, wrapping his arm around her so she sat right next to him with no space in between their bodies. It was like he couldn’t stand to be without her touch when she was around. She knew the feeling well. Touching him and having him touch her made her feel warm fuzzies deep in her stomach. She absolutely craved being close to him.
When the taxi pulled up in front of their hotel, Casey practically threw another twenty at the driver and pulled Annie out of the car after him. With his hand at her elbow, he ushered her quickly inside the hotel and towards the elevators. He impatiently punched at the “Up” button and shifted his weight back and forth from foot to foot as they waited for the next elevator to arrive.
Annie just smiled and squeezed his hand, making him glance down at her. Her eyes twinkled as she grinned up at him. “Why are you so impatient, sir?” she asked with an innocent expression.
He smirked at her and shook his head, not saying a word. Just then, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Casey waited for the other hotel guests to exit the car and then he quickly moved into the elevator, pulling Annie after him. When no one else appeared to board the elevator, he quickly hit the “Door Close” button and then the twentieth floor button.
The moment the doors slid shut, he attacked her lips, bruising them with a passionate kiss as he grabbed one of her legs and hiked it up around his hip. Groaning, he pressed his groin against hers, bringing his impressive hard-on into direct contact with her heated center. Annie felt the wetness between her legs begin to grow as the friction between them increased. Whimpering she pressed back against him, hating each layer of clothing that separated her skin from his.
“God, princess,” he groaned into her ear. “I just want to rip every stitch of clothing off of you right now and bury my head between your legs. I want to taste you and drink you and make you go crazy until you call out my name and beg me to fuck you.”
Her toes curled and she moaned breathlessly at his words, even as she blushed. “I want you inside me so bad,” she panted as he made little thrusting motions, rocking and rubbing his throbbing cock up and down against her drenched core.
“Yeah? You want my big dick thrusting up inside your tight little pussy?” he asked, grunting as he continued to push himself against her with each word. The images his words called forth were driving her crazy. The elevator doors dinged again, opening as they reached their floor. “Come on, baby girl,” he said, grinning wickedly down at her. He tugged on her hand as he exited the elevator, and she followed him as quickly as she could, albeit on wobbly legs.
Casey kept his hand on her ass as they walked down the hallway to their room. Annie unlocked the door with her key card, and they tumbled into the room. Immediately their lips collided as they both turned towards each other, their hands frantically undressing each other. It seemed like they’d been waiting forever to be intimate with each other, and now that it was finally happening, they couldn’t get their clothes off fast enough.
She hurriedly undid the buttons down his shirt as Casey reached around and fumbled with the clasp at the neck of her top. Finally, he got it undone and they broke their kiss as Annie reached down to pull her shirt off. Her bra quickly followed, and then his lips were on hers again. Then he kissed his way to her neck, gently licking a trail from her earlobe to the side of her neck.
Annie shivered as she felt the delicious sensations travel up her arms and back as he worshipped her most sensitive erogenous zone. She slid her hands up his chest, savoring the hardness of his pectoral muscles. A moment later, his shirt was sliding off his shoulders, and then they were both standing there naked from the waist up. Reaching out, he undid the button and zipper of her skinny jeans.
“Wait,” she said, stopping him with her hands. He looked at her questioningly, but she just grinned at him and shimmied the jeans down her legs. She put one hand on his arm to steady herself as she peeled one leg off and over her foot, then switched hands as she finished peeling the other leg off the other foot. “Skinny jeans, what can I say?” she said with a shrug. Then she slid off her black lace panties, stepping out of them as they dropped to the ground in a pool around her feet.
Annie hooked her finger into the waist of his jeans and pulled Casey closer to her as she undid the button and zipper, impatiently dragging the worn denim down over his hips. She reached out to cup him gently yet firmly through the black boxer briefs he was wearing, making his breath hiss out at her touch.
Unable to resist any longer, Annie slid her hand inside the briefs and pulled his cock out. Stroking him smoothly with one hand, she cupped his balls with the other and gently squeezed. She could feel the skin on his scrotum tighten as she cradled them reverently in her hand. He wasn’t as big as Gabe, but what he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth.
Lowering to her knees before him, Annie reached out with her tongue to lick the tip. Moaning as she tasted his salty pre-cum, she began to lap around the head and then slid him smoothly and deeply down into her throat until her lips were wrapped around the base of his thick, pulsing shaft. Casey groaned loudly and twisted his fingers into her hair as his head lolled back, his eyes closing with the pleasure she was giving him.
“Oh Jesus, yes. That’s it, baby—just like that. Mmm, yes, you suck me so good,” he crooned encouragingly as she continued to expertly fuck him with her mouth. She continued for another minute before he tugged on her hair, forcing her to pull back and his cock to slip out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Annie asked, thinking that she’d done something wrong—something he hadn’t liked.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just give me a minute, okay?” His look was so serious that it made her nervous, but she nodded, and then he disappeared into the be
droom.
Sitting gingerly on the edge of the couch, she crossed her legs and then covered herself with her arms as she sat there waiting for him to return. After another minute passed, she sighed and crossed her legs the other way as she listened to Casey moving around the bedroom.
“Um, what are you doing?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Just one more minute,” was all he said.
Frowning, she pursed her lips and crossed her legs the other way once again. Tucking one hand under each armpit, she sighed and leaned back into the couch. Finally, he reappeared in the doorway and motioned for her to come in. Annie pushed to her feet and followed him into the bedroom.
Oh God, it really is Phoenix all over again.
Casey had sprinkled pink and white rose petals all over the bed, artistically trailing them down the sides and all around on the ground as well. He watched her face for her reaction and once he was satisfied with what he saw, he pulled her close to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, babe. I love the colors you chose.”
“White and pink make me think of a princess, and that’s what you are to me. So I wanted our first time to be perfect… like you.”
Blushing, she shook her head. “So not perfect by any stretch of the imagi—,” she started to say, but he shook his head and put his finger on her lips to silence her.
“Perfect for me.”
“Really?”
Casey nodded at her, his face serious, yet tender and caring at the same time. “The first time I saw you sitting there in your car, dancing in your seat, so happy you were going on a date, I wanted to know you. You were so cute. I was tempted to tell you to cancel your date with that douchebag, whoever he was, and go out with me instead.”
“Wow, seriously?” Annie stared at him wide-eyed, stunned at his confession.
“Yeah, but I figured you might think that was kind of creepy. I mean, we hadn’t even met, yet. So I didn’t, but I was already trying to think of a way to talk to you.”
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