I released my dress from my white knuckled grip and as he stood he rubbed his hand back and forth to cover my center and my inner thighs.
He stared at me with sweat beaded at his brow and I stripped from my cardigan and wiped it off him, then myself. His eyes were heavy lidded and lust filled. The hand at my waist was then planted on the wall over my head and he got super close. He licked his lips and brought the hand from my legs to my lips. I could inhale my sexual scent and he ran his finger over my lips like he was putting lip gloss on me.
“Open, love.”
33
Dancing and Pissing Contests
..::Siddaleigh::..
Some odd sensation came over me, because I instantly obeyed. It was insanely erotic to taste my own arousal.
“Taste how sweet and delicious you are. Like sweet vanilla and lavender. I could stay between your luscious thighs all fucking day. Now, you’re all sated and languid, dancing with me won’t be an issue. We are going out there where I’m gonna hold you close and have an amazing time showing everyone else how irresistible I find you.”
Konner shifted closer, bringing his lips to mine tenderly. Then trailed a hand to take a hold of mine.
“Okay.”
I couldn’t do or say anything but agree. His taking me apart zapped all of my senses, because I squeezed his hand with reassurance and couldn’t look away from his magnetic gaze.
A triumphant smile that always seemed to shake my senses showed upon his face. He led me out of the closet, where thankfully no one noticed us or paid us any attention, and went to the restroom to clean up what we could. Then we made our way to the dance floor.
Chris Young’s ‘Getting’ You Home’ was starting and it was a sign. Chris Young was my favorite country male artist. His voice was so sexy and he was not bad looking either. The one time I saw him in concert, he was so much hotter in real life and up close. I told Konner how I loved everything Chris Young and he laughed and just shook his head.
When that song was over, I was still in a euphoric state of body and mind. Konner pulled me even closer into his embrace and Blake Shelton’s ‘Sure Would be Cool if you Did’ came on the speakers. I wasn’t a big fan and I only liked a few of his songs. This, was one of them.
That’s when Konner took me by total surprise by singing the chorus against my ear.
No way. Konner’s voice was sexy as sin, and I was not hearing anything but his voice. His brogue made the song lyrical and trance-like. Definitely not helping me calm down from our earlier tryst in the closet. His hand was centered at the small of my back and the other was on my neck leading my mouth a breath away from his.
“Chris who?”
“HA!”
Figures. I couldn’t help but laugh happily. Looking into his green eyes and his panty melting smile made me light up like a thousand watt light bulb.
“Konner, if I knew your singing would be so deliciously sexy, I’d have come out here sooner just to hear it.”
My arms reached around his neck where my fingertips grazed his shaven head. I let myself laugh generously and laid my head against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. It was like a lullaby and I was falling helplessly into a haze of wonder.
Then Carrie Underwood’s ‘Good Girl’ belted out and Konner then started to spin me around the entire dance floor and we danced into a sweat. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
The songs took a turn for the faster and I didn’t know I could dance so well. I guess having the right and perfect partner always helped. After three fast paced songs I was ready to collapse.
“Put a fork in me, Konner, I’m done. I need some water.”
He led me off the dance floor, and found us a tall table close by and placed me gently in the seat. With no panties, I felt weird. I’ve never went panty-less outside of my home. This was different. I felt my arousal still coating my thighs and it felt erotic to my senses and I was smiling like a mad woman. Konner told me to sit tight and he left to go grab us a few bottles of water.
Watching the other dancers start to two step a song, I was able to catch a good steady breath. When I was back to rights, I noticed a guy standing not too close but close enough to me to grab my attention.
Looking at the stranger, he smiled shyly and he wasn’t what I would call handsome but he looked a little rugged and sexy in a shy way. He was a lot shorter then Konner, but he looked all cowboy with the whole Stetson, starched shirt and wranglers and shit-kicker boots. He motioned his head towards the dance floor and held out a hand.
“Would you like to dance with me?”
I looked around for Konner and his back was still towards me, so I guess he was still waiting for our drinks.
“I am here with my fiancé, but I’ve caught my second wind so I suppose one dance can’t hurt.”
I got up and followed him out to the dance floor. I didn’t think Konner would have a problem. He knew I was his and this was only a little fun. No guy has ever asked me to dance before. I felt so flattered that I couldn’t help but say yes.
‘How Country Feels’ by Randy Hauser was playing and it wasn’t a slow dance or too fast that I wouldn’t be able to keep my breath. In the middle of the song, I was pulled away from the dance a little roughly where Konner then planted himself between me and the stranger.
“You are dancing with the wrong woman, pal.” It came out between Konner’s clenched teeth in a growl and his face was turning a light shade of red.
“Whoa, man. I just wanted to dance with a pretty girl. Nothing more.” The guy was putting his hands in the air pleadingly.
“Konner, stop.” Konner’s head whipped around to stare at me as if I had grown another head.
“You!” He pointed his finger right in my face. I was astonished as he continued his tirade. “You, do not go off with strangers, especially men. It’s not smart or safe. Wait here.”
He turned his head back to said stranger and my face was flushed with embarrassment and rising fury. How dare he speak to me that way? As if I was a child needing scolding. Complete and total asshat. I turned on my heel and cursed him and myself because in spite of him being right about going off with a stranger, I was still happy that someone asked me to dance. There was no harm in dancing. Single women did it all the time. No, I wasn’t single, but it didn’t mean I was cheating.
Ugh! It was a harmless, stupid, damn dance. No guys ever danced with size fourteen chicks. Can’t I feel flattered that someone did? I mean, that was a first for me. I was with Konner and no one could make me happier but when a random guy asks you to dance, and that random guy is decent looking, you didn’t say no. Right? Agh! It was a stupid dance. There was nothing wrong with what I did.
He might be initially right but still. I wasn’t going to let him tell me what I could or couldn’t do. Been there, done that. Never again. Good grief. I’ll have plenty of stuff to talk to God at church tomorrow.
Still fuming, I contemplated calling a cab I was that angry. I knew that would indeed be childish. I just strode towards his Camaro and leaned on the passenger side door to wait on him. Pissing contest, indeed.
♥
..::Konner::..
“You, do not go off with strangers especially men. It’s not smart or safe. Wait here.”
I knew I was becoming a jealous and possessive asshat of a fiancé but seeing Sidda in the arms of another man flipped the caveman switch. I turned back to the jerk who had his paws on my girl.
“Next time ask if she’s with someone.”
“Dude, all I did was ask for a dance. I did see her out there with you and she did tell me she had a fiancé but it was just a harmless dance with a pretty woman. Maybe you should put a ring on her finger. Make it less tempting.”
The smug look at that fuckers face made me see red and I was about to lay into him when I turned to check on Sidda.
She was gone.
“FUCK!” Dammit. I turned with a right hook to the guys face and stormed off in search f
or Sidda. Being taller than most, I was able to see over many heads to look for her wavy dark blonde hair that had a purple headband that matched her beautiful dress.
Nope, not anywhere in sight. Great.
34
Getting you home
..::Konner::..
Not seeing her anywhere inside, I went outside and looked towards the car. There she was, staring up at the starry sky in all her fiery fury. I knew I was wrong to talk to her in the way I had. Fuck, I am such an idiot. Looking at her I knew what I needed to do, but before I did, I made sure I got a good look at her. Just as I picked her up at her door step I thought she looked magnificent. Damn, what a dress.
It was a modest dress, which I appreciated. Definitely didn’t want no man to see all those glorious legs. The purple was deep with light purple chrysanthemums stemming up from the hem which ended right at her calves. There was a silky kind of fluffy fabric which she had informed me was a petticoat but made of softer fabric than the hot scratchy kind. Whatever that meant. When she told me about it, I was getting lost but the point of it was to give her skirt flair. Yeah. Whatever it is, it was beautiful on her and the dress cinched at her waist with a light purple belt and zipper that aligned her spine.
Her breasts were still as stacked as they had been many years ago and just so perfect for my hands. The dress was sleeveless and her shoes were only an inch or so off the ground. Not to mention how the skirt flared out from behind. God help me.
I loved how short she was compared to me. She was such a tight fiery passionate package made just for me. When I reached her, she looked upon me with disapproval and a hidden fury I knew was probably about to erupt. As soon as I saw her back come off the door, I caged her in with my hands above the passenger door.
“I’m so sorry. I was a total dick to say that to you. To treat you that way is unacceptable.”
Just so I wouldn’t see the deep disappointment on her face, I laid my head on her shoulder and just breathed in her vanilla scent with a hint of lavender. Mixed with the perspiration of dancing and still being able to smell her essence from our earlier foreplay, made me want her all over again. I couldn’t resist earlier.
When I heard her talk down about herself I couldn’t and wouldn’t hear of it. It infuriated me when she did that. It only mattered what she thought of herself, not anyone else. I loved everything she had. I had to prove to her she was irresistible. So I made her into my snack and showed her a good time. I still had her lavender scented panties in my pocket. She isn’t ever getting them back. Even thinking about the satin in my pocket was giving me a hard-on. Jesus. And the fact that her pussy was nothing but smooth skin was almost too much. I wasn’t lying when I said I could eat her all damn day.
God, so help me. This woman makes me so hot, hard and I’m so in love with her I’m turning into a fucking pussy.
I heard her sigh heavily, but she reached her small hands to lift my face so we were eye to eye with each other.
“Konner, I’m not a piece of meat. You can’t talk to me like that again. I wasn’t in any danger. I can take care of myself. There was no threat, and that’s the only time I’ll ever let you boss me around like that. When I’m in danger, I trust you enough to know what to do and tell me what I need to do to help you. Well that, and maybe the bedroom. That depends.”
She started laughing huskily and I couldn’t believe it. Was she seriously just going to let me off the hook? I narrowed my eyes in suspicion at her because there was no damn way she was just going to let this go after everything she told me about her ex. Oh hell the fuck no, she better not be comparing me to him. She better not be.
“Sidda.” The look in her eyes became positively mischievous. I shook my head. Bending my head down so my nose was in the crook of her neck, I stuck my tongue out and trailed a pathway to her ear. Licking and sucking as I went.
She laughed and told me I couldn’t tease my way out of the situation.
“Leanbh milis, I know. I don’t want to tease you. So why don’t I let you treat me like a piece of meat? Have your wicked way with me.” I whispered in her ear how she could do anything she damn well wanted. “Just forgive me.”
I looked back at her face and she looked to be thinking hard about it. She’s intrigued at the aspect of doing anything she wanted. The smile that lit her face made it so easy to give her anything she asks of me.
Nodding her head in consent, I released my arms and helped her into the car. I reached in and strapped her seat belt in. As I was moving away her teeth latched onto my ear and wiggled it easily and her tongue traced the outer rim.
Fuck me. She released me and I hurried to my side and jammed the key into the ignition. I made the drive back to her place quickly. It was silent in the car and I knew it was just building up the sexual tension.
How do I know its building? I’m packing some serious fucking heat and I’m so damn hard I could hammer a nail in steel. When we reached parking, I did it quickly and we both rushed out of the car where she gripped my hand and dragged me in the elevator.
As soon as the doors shifted closed, Sidda shoved me to the wall and brought my lips to hers roughly.
And I fucking loved it. Her being aggressive with me was so hot. She licked my lips begging me to open. Naturally, I let her have her way, but not without gripping her ample bottom in my palms and squeezed just enough to get her closer. Her stomach rubbed against the buttons of my jeans and the denim was rubbing my dick with just enough pressure to thicken it more.
She’s a starved fucking woman and I’m her damn meal. She worked her hands from my shoulders to my biceps; her favorite place to touch and grip me. Her kisses become more demanding and passionate and the next thing I felt was the buttons on my jeans popping open and a hand was shoved down them.
“God, Jesus, almighty. Fuck, dammit, woman. Oh, Lord. Squeeze my dick just a little harder babe.”
Her palm found my dick and squeezed it just right. Her hand was hot and I’m about to burst like a leaky pipe. No pun intended.
If we don’t get in her apartment, stat, I’m going to take her right in the elevator like a damn cave man. Her way, my way, who gives a fuck as long as I can feel her tight little pussy gripping my cock like a fist.
Hearing the bell signaling we made it to the top floor, cleared my head just enough to shift my hands to her shoulders and break off the kiss.
“Sidda? Sidda, the door. Let’s take this into the apartment, anamchara. Or do you want to give your neighbors something to see, woman?”
Her frustrated sigh brought a tender smile to my lips. She was just as desperate for me as I was for her.
God, never let this fade. Please let us always reach for each other. Just like this.
Fuck having her way, I buttoned back up, for the moment I didn’t care, I bent down and lifted her in my arms where she wrapped her succulent legs around my hips.
“I can get to the door quicker this way.”
She let out a bold laugh and shook her head at me.
“I love how you just pick me up like that. All caveman and alpha badass and shit. Even though I’m heavy it amazes me you lift me like that. Makes me so hot, Kon.”
“Babe, you aren’t heavy. You’re just so perfect for my arms.”
There was three other occupants on this floor and luckily none of them decided to come out right then. Siddaleigh looked in her little purse thing and grabbed her keys. Then we practically fell through the door. I kicked it shut, locked it and set her down.
“I’m going to check the apartment first okay, love?’
Nodding her consent, I proceeded to check each room thoroughly and quickly. Coming back to the front hallway everything was clear and Sidda was where I left her.
After giving her the all clear, she rushed towards me, her hand snatched mine and she dragged me hastily into the bedroom. I went with a grin on my face. When we reach her bedroom she placed me in front of the foot board of her bed and playfully shoved me on the bed where I scooted to t
he pillows and place my arms firmly behind my head. Noticing how her eyes sparkled with mischief, my hot, little witch was planning to tease and taunt me. Her kind of torture, I’d gladly take with a smile on my face.
35
Her Seductive Act
..::Konner::..
The few times I’ve been in here, I noticed how masculine her king size four poster bed looked. Iron posts, dark tones all over the room. Even the paintings that were hung on the walls. But what laid on the bed was all girl. Chocolate silk sheets, but with the feminine feel of the matching quilt that looked hand-made not bought. Four pillows at my back and surrounded with six little ones.
Focusing my attention back on the vision in front of me, Sidda slowly walked towards me with her hips swaying seductively.
“Konner, could you unzip me please?” Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust and she turned to show me her back. The zipper met at the top of her shoulder blades. I slipped my hands up her arms and I felt her body shiver. Goose flesh arose on her skin. In response, her breathing became erratic.
Keeping one hand between her shoulders, just below her neck, I slid the zipper with my other to the base of her spine above her rounded ass. My hand trailed down her back, across her lace bra and just as I was starting to separate her dress she walked swiftly away.
“No, no, no, Konner.” She giggled with excitement.
“Siddaleigh Mare, what are you playing at banphrionsa? I wasn’t finished helping you undress.”
I started to straighten so I could swing my legs to the side, when she told me to stop.
“Don’t move, Konner. Just lay back, get comfy and enjoy this little treat.” She covered her mouth and let out a full-bodied laugh. I swear it was the most incredible sound I’ve ever heard. Besides hearing her come for me.
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