“Forgive me ladies. I was overcome before so much beauty; I neglected to give you my name.” He said it so formally and even, nodded his head at us. He was not Australian, no way in hell. He was European. That was my guess anyway. He had such a polite, dignified, but strangely reserved way about him.
I was not only intrigued by him, but overwhelmingly attracted to him. So much so, it was taking all my self-control not to jump the man’s bones right here, right now in the middle of the damn club. Hell, I’d even let Mel watch, and much as I loved her, I wasn’t interested in having her as a spectator during any of my past sexual encounters.
“My name is Dan.” He said, and I felt a momentary stab of disappointment.
Dan, his name was Dan? Ok, I had nothing against the name Dan, but he didn’t look like a Dan, and it wasn’t a very foreign sounding name. Maybe it was short for something, Daniel maybe?
“It is very nice to meet you Dan, but if you will excuse me, I need to use the little girl’s room.” Mel smiled at the pair of us, and I shot her, an alarmed look, which she ignored, bitch.
She couldn’t leave me alone with this man. I needed a cock blocker. Hell, no he wasn’t trying to fuck me, so I didn’t need a cock blocker, I needed a pussy protector. I needed someone, who would stop my pussy falling on his cock, and Mel was supposed to be it. She was not supposed to run off to the ladies room, and leave me alone with the man that had me all wet and throbbing, and ready to strip myself bare, and fuck until neither of us could see straight.
‘He could be a lousy lay.’ The voice in my head warned, and I scoffed at it. No way in hell could someone who looked like him, be bad in bed, surely?
I glared at my traitor of a best friend, as she shot us both a grin, and turned away, to head towards the door for the ladies room.
Suddenly alone with Dan, I did everything I could not to look at him. I figured as long as we didn’t make eye contact, I could control my natural desire, to climb the man like a he was a tree, and stop thinking the only safe place for me, was sitting on his cock.
“It’s a very busy place inside your head Grace. Is it me? Do I make you nervous? I would hope not. I find you a very beautiful woman, and I’m drawn to you. I want to get to know you better, and this club is not the place for that. I would also very much like to kiss you.” He turned suddenly hot chocolate brown eyes on me, and I actually glanced down briefly, sure my panties would be smoking and about to burst into flames.
“Oh Dan, I…I’m not looking to get involved with anyone. I’m sorry, but my judgment with men usually sucks big time, and when I look at you, all I see is a huge red neon sign that says, ‘Danger.’ I can’t, I just can’t do as you ask. I’m sorry.” I apologised again, still refusing to maintain eye contact with him. It was like I believed that if I looked, into his eyes for too long, that he would have the same effect as the vampires on my favourite TV show, and he would glamour me, into doing anything he wanted. I was so close to that already. I didn’t need him to glamour me. I was fighting not to be drawn into the spell that was Dan, Daniel or whatever the rest of his name was.
He stepped closer to me, and my head shot up, eyes wide when his hands came out to close over my shoulders. This close to him was intense. God the man oozed sex appeal. It literally ran from his pores, I was sure of it. How the hell did I fight something like that?
Helplessly I watched his head begin to lower to mine, and I knew he was going to kiss me. Fuck, it was time to stop him. I just had to push him back, or I could step back. Something, anything instead of just standing, watching him getting closer and closer, until he was too close for me to focus on him anymore.
With my heart pounding so hard, I could hear it inside my head, and surely he could too, I felt his lips touch mine. One touch from lips, firm on mine but so incredibly soft too.
I was not a religious woman, but I actually prayed for him to pull away, and release me at that point, but I think God was sitting up in heaven laughing at me, because nothing happened.
Dan’s mouth was still on mine, and if anything, he became more insistent, his tongue coming out to trace the length of my bottom lip.
At that moment, he pulled me forward, and I tumbled into his arms, my body suddenly boneless as it moulded itself to his. What the hell was I doing? I was supposed to be fighting this, but with those wonderfully soft lips forcing mine apart, and his strong arms around me, making me feel fragile and delicate, it was hard to pull away.
When he parted my lips and his tongue slipped inside my mouth, I knew I was lost. His tongue licked over mine, as he explored every inch of the inside of my mouth. It was the most incredibly erotic and arousing experience, I’d ever had, with my clothes on. The man sure knew how to kiss a woman.
I felt his hands move down over my back until they reached my ass, and I gasped against his lips, when he jerked me hard against him. Holy hell but there was nothing soft on this man. He was muscle over muscle, on top of muscle all over his body.
I gasped again, when I felt myself suddenly being propelled backwards until I hit the wall, which forced a rush of air from my lungs. Before I had time to recover, he was kissing me again, his demands on my lips more insistent this time.
As he ravaged my mouth in ways I knew would leave me with red and swollen lips, he pressed his body to mine and I could feel it, feel him, hard and ready against my stomach.
Even with us both dressed, he felt quite big. He was hard as hell, which sent a rush of moisture to my pussy, and I’m sure if he kissed me much longer, I’d come just from his lips on mine.
Just as he slipped one hand up my side, and brought it forward, to cup my breast through the tightly laced bodice of my corset dress, I heard a voice nearby. It was annoying and disturbing when I was busy kissing this sexy as sin man, so I tuned it out. Finally though, it became louder, and managed to penetrate the cloud of lust that surrounded me, and with a jolt, I realised it was Mel.
I pulled my lips from Dan’s, which was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I’m sure if my lips could have detached themselves from my body, they’d have hightailed it back to his, and latched on again.
I turned to Mel, breathing like I’d just run a marathon, and glared at her, for daring to interrupt my tonsil tickling time with Dan. I glanced up at him briefly, strangely pleased to see him also struggling to breathe, his chest heaving, as he sucked in much needed air.
“Yes…Mel?” I gasped at her.
“Would you like me to leave you here with…?” She trailed off as her eyes shifted to the man before me.
I looked at her face, and then up at Dan’s and just like that, like someone had thrown a bucket of icy cold water over me, like when Mel and I had done the ice bucket challenge a few months ago, reality hit. What the fuck was I doing? I couldn’t do this. This man was more tempting than the apple probably had been to Eve, but apart from the fact I’d promised Mel I wouldn’t pick up a man tonight, I couldn’t pick up this man. As gorgeous as he was, he screamed trouble. There was just something about him, something I sensed in him that told me, to look, but don’t touch.
He was the most incredibly attractive man I’d ever seen and he might think he wanted me now, but a man like that, would not want a woman like me for long. I could be a fool at times but I wasn’t being foolish now. I was looking at him with suddenly clear and amazing clarity. This man had the potential to make it past my walls, and then where would I be? He’d fuck me until he got bored, leave me, break my heart, and I’d be fucked, but no longer in a good sexual way.
“Will you come home with me Grace, please? I would really like to get to know you better.” His voice drew my eyes to him again, and I wavered momentarily, staring up at all that mind blowing sexiness. Reluctantly I looked away from him, to Mel’s expectant blue eyes, and seeing her face was enough for the fog to clear from my brain, and common sense hit in time to save me, from what I already subconsciously knew, would be a huge mistake.
“I can’t, I’m s
orry.” I whispered, not looking at him because I was scared I’d change my mind if I did. “I have to go. It was nice meeting you.” The moment the words left my lips, I turned to Mel, nodded once, and understanding filled her eyes. She reached for my hand, and with one final smile to the tall, silent man beside me; she pulled me away from him, and led me rapidly from the club. Mel had known me a long time, and she knew now that I’d needed her to intervene, and stop me making what would surely be a huge mistake.
He was too much for me to deal with alone. He was like Superman’s kryptonite, he was the cupcake to a child, in other words as I’d thought earlier, he was more tempting to me than the apple had been to Eve.
When Mel got me outside, I collapsed back against the wall of the club and bent forward, sucking in air frantically. Away from Dan, my body seemed almost to go into shock, and I began to shake.
“Thanks…Mel…” I gasped. “Fuck, what was that? What is he? Where the hell did he come from? He’s too much. I’ve never encountered anyone like him before.”
“I could see that.” She smiled at me. “He is one good looking son of a bitch, I have to say. The man has an aura surrounding him that has more pussy pull, than all the alcohol a woman could drink.” She patted my shoulder. “I’m proud of you though Gracie girl. You turned him down and girl, if you can turn down a man who looks like him, you can turn down any man. Even I had trouble dealing with his sex appeal. We can’t have sex with a man like him. Someone who looks like him can’t be shit in bed, surely, so it stands to reason if you had fucked him and he was good at it, he’d ruin you for anyone else.”
I groaned. “I know but damn it was hard walking away. I swear he nearly made me come just from kissing him. If he can use those lips like that, I can only imagine what else he can do with the rest of that body.” I grinned. “I felt him too. He was hard, and just before you came out of the ladies, he pushed against me and holy…fucking…hell!” I nearly shouted. “He…felt…huge!”
Mel groaned at my words, which made me groan. She collapsed against the club’s wall beside me, and we had about a minute’s silence, for what might have been.
Chapter Three
Finally I dragged myself off the wall and grabbed her hand. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here. It’s not that late but I can’t go back in there. If I see him again, I’ll be trying to hug the man with my vagina. You know it and I know it. Or even worse, if he’s actually just a really good looking sleaze; I don’t want to see him making moves on another woman.”
My best friend shuddered at my words. “Good point. Ok then, come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
With one final glance back to the doors of the club, I followed Mel to the nearest taxi in the line of them, waiting for the usual Saturday night drunken crowd to spill out later. We climbed in, gave our address, and I flopped back in my seat, trying not to think about what I’d given up, by not taking Dan up on his offer, to go to his home with him.
I spent the next couple of days with my thoughts entirely taken up with Dan. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and the more I did, the more I managed to convince myself, I’d made a huge mistake by walking away.
I had trouble concentrating on my work, with images of chocolate brown eyes filling my head, and remembering the feel of those beautiful lips on mine.
I was lucky I worked from home, but then I didn’t really need to work. My parents were both dead. They’d died when the light plane my father was flying, had hit bad weather and a lightning strike had brought it down. He’d been a commercial pilot for years, and never had anything go wrong, but the one time he’d taken my mother up in the air, they’d died. He’d hired the plane to take her on a small, romantic getaway for their anniversary, and they’d never come home.
Dad had a very generous payout from work, and both of them had life insurance. As the only beneficiary, I was financially set for life, if I wasn’t completely impulsive. I wasn’t that way inclined, I never had been. Men were my weakness. I was impulsive with them, and made bad choices often, but never in regards to the rest of my life.
I’d sold my parent’s home, since I hadn’t lived there for a couple of years prior to their deaths anyway, and bought myself the home I now shared with Mel.
It was brand new, beautiful but modest. I didn’t need some huge mansion of a home. Someone had to clean them, and I had never been one of those people who were happy to be a slave to cleaning a house. I was house proud, sure, but not obsessive about it.
It was a 4 bedroom, brick home set on half an acre. Enough land to give us some privacy, but not so far out we weren’t accessible to shops, and other conveniences.
Mel and I had known each other since school, and I knew her mother had driven her crazy with her ways for years, so it was a natural thing to ask her to move in with me.
I didn’t charge her rent, just got her to help with the bills, and since she was a way better cook than I was, she did most of the cooking. She was my best friend, my cook, my sounding board when I was going crazy, and as she’d demonstrated just a couple of nights ago; she was also my saviour, stopping me from making decisions that could fuck up my life. Well, sometimes at least. We were perfect for one another, given when it came to men; we were both impulsive and stuck on the cycle of picking up the wrong men over and over again. It was the classic, rinse, spin, repeat for us, which simply meant we screwed up, over and over again, and made bad decisions with men.
We were both intelligent women or so I thought. I worked on my computer doing advertising campaigns for anyone that needed them. I made covers for brochures, books, anything actually. I’d always had a flare for the artistic, and although I didn’t actually paint or draw, I could design things on the computer, and people liked them enough to pay me to do it for them.
Mel also worked at home and we kind of worked together. Not all the time but depending on the project, we’d often team up for it. She was a computer whizz and did formatting, editing, layouts for the campaigns for companies and even the graphic design for magazines and brochures.
We made a great team both professionally and as best friends. We’d known each other for 15 years and just worked. We rarely fought over anything, and we often joked that it was a pity we weren’t gay, as we’d have made a great couple.
“Pussy power, activate.” We’d often yell, but at the end of the day, we both liked to drive stick. Only problem was, so many times, the stick wasn’t worth the effort, and no amount of gear changes made it any better.
Of course since meeting him, fuck, I didn’t even want to say his name, since that night, I’d barely been able to think of anything else.
Everything about him drew me to him. His incredible looks, his scent, his voice, that accent, definitely that accent spoken with that voice.
I cursed myself. I had to stop thinking about him. He was dangerous to me, I knew that. A man with a body built for sin and sex, lots and lots of sex could only spell one thing for me, heartache.
Another couple of days passed by, where I tried not to think of the perfect example of male flesh, I’d not only been kissed by, but had rolled around on the dancefloor with.
Sure I didn’t spend all my time thinking about him. I did work and got some jobs wrapped up, and to the clients before the deadlines. Mel and I found time to watch some DVD’s and be a couple of pathetic blobs, weeping our way through them all, while stuffing our faces with popcorn, dripping in butter.
Despite my outward appearance being cool, calm and collected, well I hoped that was the image I was portraying at least; I knew I wanted to see him again.
I swear I’d never been at war with anyone before, the way I was now at war with myself. It was stupid to even consider going after him, and to try and find him.
I tried to convince myself that he was a player. Hell, he’d come on to me fast, so chances were, that was his usual style. Lure them in with the sexy voice, and probably fake accent. Use that ridiculously hot body to reel them in, fuck ‘e
m and leave ‘em.
Fuck I was good. In the space of a minute, I’d managed to go from lusting after him, to convincing myself I’d narrowly escaped being used and abused. Now if I could just make my convictions stick.
Desperate to stop thinking about eyes like the finest Belgium chocolate and a body that would make the average man green with envy, I snatched up the newspaper one evening while Mel was busy finishing off some formatting for a new, up and coming local author.
Thumbing through it, my eyes fell on that ad. That ad, the very same ad Mel had read to me the other night before we’d gone out and I’d met Mr Sex on Legs. It was the ad for Dial A Stud.
The following day just as I was putting a couple of sandwiches together for Mel and myself; she came rushing into the kitchen, looking a little frayed around the edges. She didn’t say anything immediately, just watched me put the finishing touches on them. She should consider herself fortunate, that it was only sandwiches I was making. I could handle them. It was only when I tried to cook, that it turned out some totally inedible goo.
“So are you going to just stand there admiring my culinary skills, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I finally asked.
Mel snorted. “I love you Gracie girl, but let’s not turn this into something we know it’s not. Yes, you can make a great sandwich but every other food known to mankind? Not so much.”
I grinned at her. “Do you want to eat these, or should I give them to you as an enema?” I asked her, my voice syrupy sweet.
“Eww Grace, you can be so disgusting sometimes. Good luck getting it up there anyway. My ass is as virginal as the day I was born, and it will take someone who is a much smoother talker than you, to get anything up there.” She gave a dramatic toss of her head. “Now that you can take to the bank.”
I laughed and handed her a plate with her sandwich on it. “So what’s up? Don’t tell me nothing, I can tell there is.”
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