Pulse

by Rhea Wilde

  When I turned to look at him, his eyes were on the dance floor. The way he was staring told me that he wasn’t really paying attention though. He looked bored. It was obvious that he wasn’t captivated by anything he saw. He was just looking for something to do.

  What are you waiting for? Say something.

  I wasn’t even sure whom I was talking to at this point. There were a lot of things I could say to him. I wanted him to say it though. I wanted him to tell me that I was the one. That’s what every woman wants. They want to hear it for themselves. I was waiting for him to hand it to me. As the alcohol started to take more of an effect on me, I found myself struggling to hold myself back.

  What is it with this guy? Why is he so intriguing? Who is he?

  I found myself asking so many questions in my head that I started to laugh. When I did, he turned his head toward me and finally gave me what I was looking for.

  “I like your smile,” he said.

  “I bet you say that to all the women you talk to.”

  “I do. That’s why I don’t talk to very many women.”

  I nodded to him and held back another laugh. I took another sip of my drink. I swallowed it down and sighed, finally deciding to see what this guy’s deal was.

  “So, what brings you here?” I asked him.

  “What brings anybody here? I’m just looking to have some fun. This is the place to have a good time, isn’t it?”

  “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been here.”

  “Is that right? It’s mine, too. It appears that we’re in this together.”

  “So it would seem.”

  He winked at me and finally turned away from the dance floor. He took a sip of his drink then placed it back down next to mine. He leaned in close to me. I felt the firmness of his arm push up against my skin. He moved his head close to mine. He started to speak into my ear.

  “Are you here by yourself?”

  The warmth of his breath on my flesh tickled me. His voice was low and deep but I didn’t have any trouble hearing him underneath the music. I smiled and shook my head.

  “I’m with a friend. She’s on the dance floor right now.”

  “So, she’s busy?”

  “You could say that. What does that matter though?”

  He pulled his head away from me and the sly grin on his face forced me to make one of my own. As little as I knew about the man, there was an unmistakable look in his eye. I knew that look. But even though it was so blatantly obvious, I couldn’t have any fun with him without having a different kind of amusement first.

  “What about you?” I asked him. “Who are you here with?”

  “It’s just me.”

  “Just you? What kind of man goes out to a club by himself?”

  “A man like me, apparently. Is it that strange?”

  “A little bit. It’s hard to have fun when you’re alone.”

  “I’m not alone any more.”

  “…That’s good,” I smiled at him. “Really good. You know, you’re really smooth. You know exactly what to say and how to say it.”

  “I aim to please.”

  The alcohol was kicking-in. He was more good-looking than any man in the club right now. He was gorgeous, in fact. And more important than anything, he was giving me the attention that I wanted. I never imagined that I would find the man that would entertain me for the night so soon. Now it was just a matter of figuring everything else out.

  “So, what’s your name?” I asked him.

  “Do you really need to know my name?”

  “Oh, come on! Are you really going to play that game with me?”

  “Yes. Besides, does it really matter what my name is?”

  It didn’t. I was just figuring out a way to formally ask him if he was interested in giving me what I was looking for.

  “Well, I have to call you something,” I said.

  “What do I look like?”

  “What?”

  “What is my name? Who do I look like?”

  I narrowed my eyes at him as he smiled back at me.

  “You look like a… James.”

  “James? And what about me makes me look like a James?”

  “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I was just taking a stab in the dark.”

  He laughed at me but didn’t confirm whether or not I had actually guessed his name correctly. Instead of being frustrated with the game he was playing, I decided to humor him.

  “What about me?” I asked him. “What do I look like?”

  He pulled his head back and observed me. His eyes looked me up and down. I narrowed my eyes at him and stood-up straight with my arms crossed. I was curious to see what his response would be.

  “Tonight, let’s call you… Natasha.”

  “Natasha?” I laughed. “I haven’t heard that before. Now tell me, James, why would you call me Natasha?”

  He leaned in close to me and started to whisper in my ear.

  “Because I’ve always wanted to fuck a Natasha.”

  I didn’t move from my spot. I swallowed as he slowly pulled his head away from me. I could feel him staring at me as I looked forward at the bar. I reached down for my drink and finished it. The entire time, he didn’t say a single word to me. I could feel his eyes upon me, lingering. After what felt like several minutes, I finally turned and looked at him.

  “And what makes you think you’re going to fuck—”

  “Let’s not play any more games.”

  I was surprised as he cut me off. He leaned in close to me and began to whisper in my ear once again.

  “We both came here for the same reason,” he said. “I’ll be James. You be Natasha. What’s the point in waiting any longer?”

  He was right once again. There really wasn’t any reason for me to wait any longer. I could spend the rest of the night looking for someone better but after just a few minutes with him, I had already made up my mind. He was the hook-up I was looking for tonight. It was time to seal our unspoken agreement.

  “The night is still young, James. You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

  “No, but I think you are.”

  “Not at all.”

  “Very well. I can wait as long as you can. Besides, climbing up the mountain is just as enjoyable as being on top.”

  “On top, indeed.”

  I winked and smiled at him. We laughed with one another and he got the attention of the bartender. We clinked our glasses together and more liquor flowed into my stomach. Tonight was going to be a good night.

  Chapter 3

  All of the alcohol in my bloodstream seemed to warm up my body. When I stepped outside of the club, the brisk night air sent a rush through me. The line to get inside was now longer than ever.

  James didn’t want to wait. Neither did I. After a few more minutes of chit-chat and teasing, James decided it would be a waste of time to prolong the inevitable. He had a candid way of putting things. I was already feeling tipsy and the desire I had inside of me was getting to me between my legs. There wasn’t a better candidate for the job than the man I was with right now.

  “Come on, let’s go!”

  I giggled and smiled at him as I stumbled out of the club. With my hand in his, I followed him past the line of people who were trying to get in. I noticed that several people in line were checking him out. I suppose I couldn’t blame them. He was good-looking in a rugged sort of way. He almost looked out of place at a club like this. And now that the flashing lights of the club were replaced with the moonlight, I could finally get a better look at him.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “To a place where we could have some fun.”

  He turned around and smirked at me. I followed him, my curiosity now piqued. There was no question that we were both going to get what we wanted. Now it was just a matter of where it would take place.

  He suddenly stopped in his place. We were a few buildings down from the club but I could still hear the music from e
verywhere else lingering in the air.

  “What are you—”

  Before I could question him, he suddenly jerked my arm and ducked into a back alley. The immediate darkness was a stark contrast from the populated streets we were just walking. Despite the desire burning inside of me, I began to grow somewhat concerned that he was taking me to a place I didn’t want to be.

  What if he’s some kind of murderer? What if he’s looking for a place to leave my body? They’re going to find me dead in some alley and put it all over the news.

  I didn’t question him though. I didn’t stop and I didn’t hesitate. All of the doubts I had were pushed to the side and I gripped his hand even tighter. Before I knew it, we were just outside of a building with music thumping loud from within. There was a lone streetlight in the distance so I could barely make him out.

  “We’re… back where we started. This is just the back of the club.”

  “That’s very observant of you, Natasha.”

  “Right. So, why did we walk all the way around? If you wanted to take me back here, why not just take me back here?”

  “I couldn’t risk anybody seeing us.”

  For a split-second, I thought it was strange that he didn’t want anybody to see us. Then it hit me. I looked into his eyes and felt something devilish come over me.

  “And why wouldn’t you want anybody to see you take me back here?” I asked him with a grin on my face.

  “I’m not interested in giving the public a show.”

  “A show? My, you have a way with putting things. You don’t think I’m actually going to do anything back here, do you?”

  The alley was far from perfect. I could feel the night air beginning to grow colder. There were sounds of stray cats lurking in the darkness. At least, I hope they were just cats. There was a smell coming from the dumpster that I didn’t care to think about. And it was so dim that I could barely make out how good-looking he was.

  I wasn’t in any position to complain. At least, not yet. He started to advance on me. I slowly backed myself up against the wall of the building. I could feel the music thumping through the concrete and vibrating my body. Through the darkness, I could see the whites in his mouth grinning at me as he took a step closer. I pushed my hand up against his chest and was taken aback at how firm it was. As I massaged the muscles of his chest in the palm of my hand, I raised my other hand and shook my finger at him.

  “Now, now,” I said. “You don’t really expect a lady like me to do anything here in this alley now?”

  “You’re not a lady,” he replied. “And I’m not a gentleman. We’re just two people looking for a good time.”

  He took a step closer to me, folding my arm against my body. As he leaned in close, the smell from the dumpster was replaced by his aroma. His scent lingered in my nostrils and I felt something burning in my body and flushing down between my legs. His face leaned in closer to mine. His breath was upon my lips.

  “No more games, no more small talk,” he whispered. “Just some quick… dirty… fun… Nothing more.”

  “I suppose I can agree—Mmm!”

  His lips pressed against mine. My entire body felt like it melted. Luckily, I was sandwiched between him and the building to avoid falling down. I could feel my knees buckling as he kissed me, the taste of alcohol on his tongue so sweet. My eyelids shut. I reached up with both arms and wrapped them around him. He pushed his entire body against me as I pulled him in. The rigidness of his physique made me moan into his mouth. My mind was growing numb to everything else. All of my senses began to consume me.

  He reached down with both of his hands and grabbed my shirt. He lifted my shirt up just underneath my breasts. The cold night air sent a rush through my body as it blew across my flesh. I sighed a deep breath of bliss into his mouth. The way he worked every inch of his body was magnificent.

  His tongue danced inside of his mouth. Our lips smacked and echoed in the air. My heart beat faster. My breathing quickened. The groans of ecstasy were lost between his lips. I didn’t mind the feeling of the bricks digging into my back. His palms were caressing my skin in a way that made me forget about it.

  He slowly began to work his hands up my body. My shirt rose along with it. He pushed my shirt over my breasts. Even though I was wearing a bra, I still felt exposed. It was dark in the alley but not dark enough to conceal us completely.

  “Someone… someone will see,” I moaned. “I… I can’t…”

  “You can’t or you won’t?”

  He didn’t stop kissing me. His lips were casting a spell upon me. There was no point in trying to stop him. I wasn’t drunk though. There was still a part of me that was pointlessly trying to reason with him.

  He lowered his head down and buried his face between my breasts. As he nuzzled his face in my chest, I wrapped my arms around his neck to bring him closer. I groaned as he kissed the soft flesh. He reached up with one of his hands and lowered one cup. My breast popped out. My nipple stiffened from the cold night air. Another moan escaped my lips as he took it into his mouth. He sucked on it and it seemed to grow even harder. With his spit upon my swollen flesh, he gently nibbled on it with his lips before pulling his mouth away. He blew gently upon my nipple. I shuddered and felt the goose bumps cover my body.

  “Don’t stop,” I groaned.

  I ran my fingers through his hair to encourage him to continue. I massaged the back of his scalp as he took my breast back into his mouth. I could only imagine what it looked like at this point. I had never done anything like this before. Even though we were alone, there was more than one way to get in this alley. There was no door to lock or window to seal. Anybody could stumble upon us.

  He worked his way back up toward my face. He lowered his hands down my body, slowly massaging the flesh of my waist before digging into the sides of my jeans. He reached for my panties and pulled them tight up against me. He was pulling so hard that they were up against my stomach. I looked down and saw my panties being pulled out from my jeans. I couldn’t protest though. My mouth was hanging open from the unexpected pleasure I was feeling. My panties were rising up inside of my ass and on the other side, they were rubbing against my clitoris.

  He released my panties with a snap then dug his hand into my jeans. The disappointment I felt from no longer having my clit rubbed went away quickly as his fingers found my sweet spot. He worked his middle finger and swirled it around. My clit swelled just like my nipple did in his mouth. I braced myself up against the wall.

  I was barely coherent enough to open my eyes. When I did, I saw him staring back at me with a carnal focus. I was panting and trying to take in all of the feeling he was giving me. My legs squeezed together. I could feel the wetness building up inside of my panties. I wanted him. He knew it. There wasn’t anything that was going to stop me.

  I decided to return the favor. I reached between his legs and searched for his thickness. I forced a weak grin onto my face as I stared back at him. When I finally found his cock, I was surprised at the size of it. I didn’t know what I was expecting but I knew that it would be more than enough. I smiled at him as I started to stroke him through his jeans.

  We stopped kissing and focused solely on pleasuring one another. With his hand digging into my panties, he worked his hand up against my clit. I started to unbuckle his belt. I didn’t want to wait any longer and quickly grew tired of holding him through his jeans. I reached into his boxers. I could almost feel his body shaking with anticipation. I was just as excited as he was. I grabbed his cock in my hand and suddenly the back door of the building swung open.

  “Oh shit!”

  I immediately dropped his cock from my hand. I pulled my hand back and he did the same. I straightened my shirt back down over the rest of my body then readjusted my bra underneath. Someone walked out of the club holding two garbage bags. As the man headed toward the dumpster, James leaned up against the wall next to me and tried to act as casual as possible. My heart was still racing. I did my best
to control my breathing. The desire I had inside of me just moments before was still burning.

  The man started to walk back into the club when he noticed us standing there. We tried to remain as nonchalant as possible but I could imagine how ridiculous we looked.

  “What are you two doing back here?” the man said to us.

  “Nothing,” James replied. “We’re just hanging out.”

  “Just hanging out, huh?”

  “That’s right. Are we not allowed to be here?”

  “As long as you’re not doing anything funny.”

  “We wouldn’t think of it.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you wouldn’t. You know we have cameras here, right? We could just check the security tapes.”

  “Is that so?”

  “I suggest you two get out of here before security makes you.”

  “That’s probably a good idea.”

  James took my hand in his and we rushed away from the alley. When we got back onto the sidewalk and out of range from the man who just lectured us, I couldn’t help but giggle.

  “Oh my God!” I gushed. “He almost caught us!”

  “He did catch us,” James smiled. “I think we’re on tape.”

  “You think they can see our faces clearly on those things?”

  “Who knows? But does it matter? Was it worth it?”

  He grinned at me. I bit my lip and stared back at him.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “We didn’t get very far… The night is still young. You’re going to finish what you started, aren’t you?”

  I grabbed his other hand. Holding both of his hands, I tried to pull him in closer to me. He began to look around to see if anybody was watching. Several people passed us by but they seemed to be minding their own business.

  “Maybe it’s a sign,” he said. “Maybe tonight just isn’t our night.”