Love in All the Wrong Places

by Audrey Harte

  Rolling her eyes, she raised on her toes to get closer to his ear. “Just hold onto me and let your body move to the music.” She grabbed his hands and placed them around her hips, his long fingers wrapping firmly around her. The music pulsated as she swayed her hips back and forth slowly, eyes closed, her head bobbing in time to the thudding bass. He felt so big and strong pressed closely against her and she felt a feeling of euphoria as they moved together, letting the hypnotic song control their movements. Men and women danced around them on all sides, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other as everyone moved to the compelling beat.

  “Who’s this song by?” he asked when he saw her lips move as she sang along.

  “Kaskade and Deadmau5.”

  “I think I really like this song, especially now that I’ve seen you dancing to it.” He smiled down at her and she felt butterflies rise in a sudden whirlwind through her stomach.

  “It’s called I Remember.”

  “I don’t know why, but I just feel like…it feels like I knew you once and that I’m finally seeing you again after a long time.” She wasn’t sure if he was being serious or if it was just the alcohol talking, but she was seriously buzzed and feeling good and so ready for his kiss when it came, that he could have been quoting Shakespeare or singing Sir Mix-A-Lot and it wouldn’t have mattered.

  His mouth was intoxicating and his lips were warm and soft as they began to move against hers. He dipped his tongue gently between her parted lips and slid it against her own as they continued to dance closely to each other. The kiss deepened, quickly turning from sweet to passionate as his hands moved down to cup her ass, pulling her tightly against the hard, lean length of him as he continued to kiss her like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. It was so amazing and felt so right to be dancing in his arms, like she just belonged there.

  More and more, Annie was really wishing that there were no clothes between them as they continued to make out like teenagers and rub against each other in time to the music. All caution had flown out the window with the second Kamikaze shot. All she wanted more than anything at that moment was to have this delicious stud of a man pounding into her all night long. He was lean and toned, but not overly muscled — some girls may consider him too skinny, but she had heard things about skinny guys and she was definitely in the mood to find out if the rumors were true.

  Crooking a finger at him, she said “I want you” in his ear when he bent his head down closer to hear her. Straightening back up, he looked down at her intently through hooded eyes for a few moments before finally responding. She gave him her best “Come fuck me” smile and traced her fingers in lazy circles around his waist.

  “Sweetie, you keep rubbing yourself against me like that and keep looking at me with those fuckin’ sexy bedroom eyes, you may end up getting more than you bargained for.”

  Annie smiled wickedly back at him and asked tauntingly, “Hmm, is that a promise?” A new song had started to play and had a harder driving beat. Gabe must have been feeling the alcohol in his blood as he was now moving with surprising dexterity as he danced around her.

  She could only assume that the hesitation he had shown before when she had asked him if he danced was probably the result of bad experiences, trying to dance with girls a lot shorter than him. But she knew that you could be tall and still move your body to a basic beat and lose yourself in the rhythm of the music. He seemed to have picked up on that rather quickly himself as he was now dancing with total abandon, like he’d been born on the dance floor.

  They bounced up and down together as the beat popped and rolled and repeated again, waving their hands in the air with everyone around them. The music kept pounding, the bass reverberating from the floor through their feet and spreading throughout the rest of their bodies as sweat dripped down their faces, but still they kept dancing. A few minutes later, the music finally faded out and transitioned into the next song. Gabe motioned his head towards the bar and she nodded and followed him off the dance floor, her hand firmly gripped in his.

  “Another Kamikaze?” he offered.

  “Sure. Make it a double.”

  He laughed and shrugged. “Your funeral.”

  “Aww…well, will you hold my hair if I have to puke?” she asked, wrinkling her nose as she looked up at him.

  “That depends.”

  “On what?” she asked curiously.

  “Whether I’m going with you to your place tonight.”

  “Oh…well yeah.” Annie looked at him like that had been a dumb question. “I thought I had made that pretty obvious the way I was dry humping you out there.”

  “Well, in that case...” He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply again, nipping lightly at her lower lip before sweeping his tongue back over to sooth it. “I say forget the drink and let’s get out of here.”

  She didn’t need to be told twice. “Okay,” she agreed, nodding happily.

  “Okay.” He kissed her once more before waving down the bartender to close out his tab. After settling the bill, he reached for her hand and led her through the crowd and out of the club.

  They both handed their tickets to the valet and stood impatiently on the curb waiting for their cars to arrive. When her car was brought up first, he asked her if she was okay to drive. She nodded and pulled him back to her to kiss him one more time before she turned to leave. “Wait, so where am I going?”

  “I’ll text it to you,” she called as she walked over to the valet who was holding her door open and handed him a tip before climbing into her car. She quickly texted her address to Gabe and then pulled out into traffic to start the drive home.

  It was about 1:30 AM when Annie arrived at her apartment, beating him there by a few minutes. She waited while Gabe parked his silver Mercedes C250 on the street and then walked up the sidewalk where she let him in the front gate.

  They barely made it inside her apartment before they started pulling each other’s clothes off, their lips fused together in a passionate kiss. He kicked his shoes off as she threw her jacket and clutch to the side somewhere, their lips never parting as they moved closer to the couch. As he reached to pull up her skirt, he felt her garter belt and groaned against her mouth.

  “Are you seriously wearing a garter belt?” He peered down into her eyes as she gazed back up at him, a small smile pulling at her lips.

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “I think you’re trying to kill me and I think that I may love you. Will you marry me?”

  She laughed at his earnest expression. “You like?”

  “I like very much. I’d love for you to leave it on while I fuck you.”

  Her eyes briefly fluttered close and she swayed a bit as her belly clenched at his words; she opened them again and smiled up at him. “Okay. Want me to leave my heels on, too?”

  His grip on her dress tightened as he nodded. “Um, yes, please.” She almost giggled at the happy expression on his face and before she knew it, he finished pulling the dress up and over her head until she was left standing in her black satin body shaper corset with her panties, garter belt and stockings. Gaping at her, he shook his head in wonder. “I still can’t get over how unbelievably sexy you look. You look like every man’s wet dream right now.”

  “And you’re wearing too many clothes, sir,” she said with a mock frown. Reaching down, she held his gaze as she started to undo his belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down his toned legs. Finally glancing down, she saw he was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that were tightly molded around his rather large and very impressive erection, the head pushing up a bit past the top edge of his briefs. So the rumors were true, at least in his case. Skinny boy was packin’.

  Looking down into her eyes, he pulled her close to him. Tenderly, he kissed her; his lips were soft and slow and sweet. It was nice that he knew how to take his time — it was no contest that he was an amazing kisser, but he was also a complete tease and driving her insane.

  Gab
e stripped off his t-shirt and dropped it on the coffee table before gently pushing her back to lie down on the couch. He had a few tattoos on both arms and another one on the right side of his chest. She would explore them later in closer detail when she wasn’t so distracted by the rest of him.

  She got a nice view of his abs as he kneeled on the couch with her legs caught in between his. Gazing down, he slowly drank in the sight of her, looking as though he was trying to memorize her every curve. Finally, he hooked a finger into either side of her panties and tugged at them playfully, asking her how attached she was to her underwear.

  Giggling, she told him, “Feel free to do whatever you want with them. I leave their fate in your capable hands.”

  He grinned and leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue thrusting possessively into her mouth. As the intensity of their foreplay began to build again, she felt and heard him rip her flimsy panties.

  “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said somewhat sheepishly and she laughed. Tossing the ruined scrap of satin and lace over his shoulder, he stood up straight and removed his boxer briefs, finally letting her see him in all his glory. His massive cock had to be at least ten inches long, and just under the swollen head was something he had definitely not mentioned to her before.

  Gabe had a double piercing with two silver bars criss-crossing through the shaft. Her eyes flew up to his as her mouth dropped open in shock. “Holy shit. You never mentioned that!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t even know that was possible. Does it hurt?”

  He laughed at her expression and shook his head. “Well that has a name. The vertical piercing is called an ampallang and the horizontal is called an apadravya and well, no, not anymore. It hurt a helluva lot when I did it, though.”

  “Why would you put yourself through that?” Annie asked, still looking a little scandalized.

  “The benefits are worth it. Not only does it intensify the sensations I feel during sex, but I love to give a woman pleasure and this enables me to do just that – way more so than before I had it. So oh yeah, trust me, it’s worth it.” She looked at him skeptically, but with definite interest and curiosity.

  “Alright. Well, I guess I’m game.”

  “Yeah? Sorry, I should have warned you before, but I really like you and I was hoping you wouldn’t be turned off when you saw it.”

  “It’s cool…you just caught me off guard, but I’m actually looking forward to it. I wonder what it will feel like.” Annie hesitantly reached out her hand to gently caress the long throbbing length of him, lightly tracing her finger around each piercing. She could feel Gabe trembling from her touch as she heard his breath hitch and she felt a surge of female satisfaction flow through her. It was intoxicating to know you had the power to make someone else feel so good.

  “Okay, Baby, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to explode all over your pretty hands before I can take care of you first.”

  “Mmm, okay.” She reluctantly let go of him and he immediately bent down to reach into his jeans and pull out a condom. He tore it open easily with his teeth and rolled the latex on over his thick shaft, taking care not to stretch it too much over his piercings so they wouldn’t tear a hole in it.

  Rejoining her on the couch, he spread her legs apart, propping them up on his arms as he ran a finger down through the small nest of curls that were nestled at the top of the juncture between her thighs. She was shaved smooth in the area beneath her curls and he could see that she was already slick with her need for him.

  He rubbed the fat head of his cock gently against her tight opening, lubricating himself with her juices before he slowly started pushing into her. Her breath hissed out and she groaned deeply as he entered her, the head just barely penetrating, then gasped as he slowly pushed in a little deeper so that the entire head was inside her.

  “Goddamnit, you are so fucking tight and you’ve barely taken any of me in, yet,” he said with his teeth gritted. He held himself there for a minute, letting her body adjust to his size before he started to push back into her again.

  “Oh God, you are killing me, just do it already,” she moaned. “Just fuck me.” He kissed her deeply and then positioned himself for a deep thrust into her. He had only pushed halfway into her when she let out another loud groan. “Oh my God, I can’t even believe how good you feel inside me right now and that piercing is fucking crazy. Oh fuck yes, let me have it.” She trembled as she felt the beginning of her orgasm as it built, peaked and then suddenly, its sweet release was rushing through her as she whimpered in pleasure.

  Gabe groaned as he felt her climax around him and started thrusting vigorously, his hard, long shaft sliding deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt, his balls resting against her ass. Annie had never really let herself be a vocal person in bed as she had always felt a little self-conscious about it, but with Gabe fucking her mindless, she couldn’t have kept quiet if her life depended on it. Every little movement he made inside her was so highly intensified by the piercings, it was driving her out of her mind as her pussy continued to spasm greedily around his cock. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body and she still felt like she couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him thrusting so deliciously into her. The piercings rubbed her in all the right places and hit her G-spot like a bull's eye. Before this, she hadn’t even known she was capable of having multiple orgasms.

  After maybe her fourth orgasm (she’d lost count), he began to thrust harder and faster into her. Then he pulled out and motioned for her to sit up and turn around so she was kneeling with her back to him on the couch. He knelt between her legs and led his cock down to slide back into her drenched pussy. She gasped as he entered her and came almost instantly, tears coming to her eyes with the intensity of the orgasm that rocked her body. Holding himself there for a moment, Gabe slowly ran his hands up and down her back in a soothing caress as he let her enjoy the pleasurable feelings throbbing through her. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of her, his balls slapping heavily as he moved.

  He had intended to draw this out, but she was so tight and wet that he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. His motions became jerkier and more frantic as he got closer to his own release. Gripping her hips, he groaned before freezing for a moment, then slammed back into her twice more before he came. Exhausted from the exertion, he promptly collapsed atop her where he remained for a few moments as they both tried to regain their breath. He finally rolled off of her a minute later and got up to dispose of the used condom, then returned and asked if he could get her a drink of water.

  She smiled and nodded, pleased that he was being considerate and taking care of her afterwards. He wandered naked into the kitchen, following her instructions as she pointed to where he could find a glass. After pouring some water from her Brita pitcher, he took a deep drink himself before refilling the glass and bringing it back to her. Thanking him, she took the water and drained it in seconds.

  “Wow, you were thirsty,” he said as he took the empty glass back from her and set it on the coffee table. Looking around on the ground, he finally spotted his boxer briefs and pulled them back on before sitting down on the couch beside her.

  “Ha, I wonder why.”

  He laughed. “It’s my fault?”

  “Oh, definitely.” They smiled at each other and then there was a moment of awkward silence. Although she wanted to bask awhile longer in the warm fuzzy feelings she had when she was around him, she also didn’t want to delay what she thought was the inevitable. “Well, that was fun.”

  “Yeah, it was,” he said as he nodded in agreement, raising her hand to his lips so he could kiss it. “You are pretty damn amazing.”

  She blushed at his compliment and grinned. “Thanks, you aren’t too bad yourself.” Taking a deep breath, she proceeded to offer him an out, hoping he wouldn’t run. “So um, did you want to spend the night and we could have some more fun or do you need to get going?” Annie held her breath as she waited for him to make his excuses and leave. He was staring
intently at her leg and playing with her garter belt as he sat there quietly for a few moments, appearing to consider his options before responding.

  Finally, he looked up and spoke a little hesitantly. “I think I’d like to stay, if that’s okay with you…and not just because I want to have more fun, although I do, but I just like being here with you,” he said simply, looking at her with a twinkle in his eye as he smiled.

  Returning his smile, she stood up and turned back to crook a finger at him. Standing up, he reached out and drew her back to him, kissing her breathless until she finally broke away to take his hand and lead him to her bedroom. Needless to say, they only got about two hours of sleep that night.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  An insistent banging on her door woke her the next evening as she moaned in protest of having her after work nap disturbed. A couple of Extra Strength 5-Hour Energy drinks had helped make up for her lack of sleep while she was at work, even making her feel a little too speedy at times. But while they kept her going during the day, the moment she got home, she collapsed on her couch and zonked out like a light bulb. The next thing she knew, someone was pounding on her door and she still felt so groggy and exhausted that she was barely able to roll off the couch and onto her feet. Staggering to the door, she started to undo the lock and deadbolt.

  “I swear to God, if you don’t stop pounding on my door, I will never lend you anything I own ever again. Ever!” Yanking the door open, she glared at Alex who was standing there, his raised fist frozen in mid-air, ready to bang on her door again.

  “Ay Mami, you look like shit.”

  “Thanks. And now I’m going back to sleep,” Annie snapped as she started to slam the door shut in his face, but he pushed his hand out to stop the door before she had the chance.