by Alex Grayson
The only reason I know is because I stopped by her house one day to pick something up for Abby and found a shit-faced Ava with bloody knuckles and a couple of holes in her wall. I made her sit down and tell me what happened. Apparently, her mom came to visit and Ava went ballistic when she left. I can’t really blame her for the anger that courses through her body when she has to think about that woman, let alone see her.
I think that’s why Ava prefers role playing. She likes to hide her true self as a means of protection. If men can’t see the real her, they can’t hurt her. It’s also why Ava is as tough as nails and will rip off the balls of any man who tries to fuck her over.
“What about that guy she was here with last week?” Abby asks. “What was his name?”
“Dylan,” I supply.
Abby snaps her fingers and points at me. “That’s right. Dylan. Do we know how to get in touch with him? Maybe he’s heard something.”
A waitress walks by, and Tegan, Colt, and I order a beer.
“Let’s give her a couple of days, and if we don’t hear from her, then we’ll worry,” I tell them.
Abby bites her lip, but nods. Tegan nods too, but I can tell he doesn’t like the idea of waiting. It’s not that I don’t care about Ava, but she’s a grown woman and is capable of taking care of herself. She’s allowed to disappear for a while if she wants, as long as she makes a reappearance soon.
A few minutes later, the waitress drops off our drinks, and I grab my beer.
“Hey, Nathan,” Tegan calls. I look over and find him looking behind me. “Isn’t that—” He stops midsentence, leans forward, causing Willow to lean with him, and squints. A big grin spreads across his face a second later, and his eyes flicker to me. “9B,” he finishes, then leans back in his chair.
My back straightens, and I whip my head around. My eyes tighten into slits as I look through the darkness of the room.
The place is packed with bodies. Some at tables, some standing around talking to others, some out on the dance floor. I look from one person to the next, seeking out the only person of interest to me.
It doesn’t take long before I find her. She’s out on the dance floor, facing me, with some guy standing behind her. His hands are on her hips as she slowly sways to the music. Her blonde hair is swept up high on her head. With her eyes closed, she’s resting her head back against the guy’s chest with her arms lifted and her hands tangled in his hair.
There’s about thirty feet separating us and it’s dark in the room, but I can still see the look of pleasure on her face. My dick, already at attention, grows thicker.
Someone steps in my line of sight, blocking her from view, and a growl leaves my lips. I’m just about to get up and knock the fucker away, when he moves.
Not bothering to tell the others I’m leaving, I get up and grab my beer to move closer. There’s a table at the edge of the dance floor that’s conveniently empty. I turn the chair around so it faces the dance floor and take a seat. There’s now only fifteen feet between us.
She’s wearing a black silky halter-type dress that hugs her tits, then turns loose and flows down the rest of her body. It stops midthigh, but with her arms raised, it barely covers her cunt. I have no doubt if she were to bend over, her ass would show. Her black sandals are high, and even in the dark, they sparkle from some type of glittery shit that’s all over them.
My eyes slowly rake down her body, taking in every inch of her. I’ve seen her completely bare, but never this close. Her naked body is a work of art, but seeing her this close, even clothed, is so much better.
When my gaze finally tracks back up to her face, my damn dick begs to be let loose. Her eyes are now open and she’s looking straight at me. She appears surprised, which makes me wonder if she remembers me from this morning on the street.
The shock is soon replaced with lust. Her tongue darts out to lick along her lips and her gaze turns hooded. My body responds to her blatant show of want. She doesn’t know me, but she still wants me from just a simple look.
She slowly lowers her arms, her nails dragging over the guy’s neck, then runs them down her sides. They skim along the outside of her tits, over his hands that are still on her hips, to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes stay connected with mine the whole time, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The guy behind her pushes his hips forward, grinding into her ass. She bites her lip and presses herself back against him. When his lips land on the side of her neck, she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access.
My hand tightens around my beer.
Fuck me. This woman is a goddamn temptress and she knows just what to do to tempt my control.
I grab my dick and try in vain to make more room in my jeans. Her eyes widen when I move my hand away. I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull. With a smirk, I sit back in my seat and enjoy the show.
ChapterFour
Emberleigh
I FOLLOW MY FRIEND JESSIKA OVER to a set of tables in the back of the club. I’ve been here a couple of times with her, but it’s been a year since my last visit. I know what to expect, but it still amazes me at the unashamed way people are practically having sex out in the open. It brings a blush to my cheeks and wetness to my panties. I never really knew how much of a turn-on it could be to watch other people making out and touching each other.
We pass by a couple sitting at a table. The guy has the girl leaning back over his arm with his face buried between her boobs. Her face is tipped back, mouth open, and she’s obviously enjoying herself.
When we reach the table Jessika was aiming for, there are two guys sitting there. One I know is Marcus, the guy she’s been seeing the last couple of months. The other guy I’ve never seen before, but I know he’s here for me.
Jessika called me last night just as I was getting into bed and begged me to come out with her. We’ve been friends since ninth grade and were always together. That changed eight years ago when my most shameful secret happened. A secret that not many people know about. A secret I both love and feel great amounts of guilt over.
It’s that secret that has me going home to my parents’ house most days of the week, and has prevented me from having a normal social life like most women my age have. Jessika understands and has been very supportive, but she also pushes me to get out more to meet new people. Or rather, in her own words, get my pussy wet.
It’s been months since I’ve done anything social, and with my parents away for the next week, I agreed. It wasn’t until we were walking up to Blackie’s that she told me Marcus’s friend Dean was going to be here too. I knew immediately what she’d done, but I held my tongue. The last time I had sex was a little over two years ago with a guy who was in my class. Maybe it is time I “get my pussy wet.”
Jessika walks straight to Marcus, drops to his lap, and plants a loud smack on his lips.
“Hey, lover,” she greets when she pulls back.
Marcus smiles and squeezes Jessika closer. “’Bout time you got here.”
She turns on his lap and offers both Dean and me a cheery smile.
“Emberleigh, this is Dean. Dean, Emberleigh is the friend I was telling you about.”
I shoot her a glare before turning to him. Dean gets up from his chair and offers me a hand. He’s cute. Short dark-blond hair, light blue eyes, olive complexion, several inches taller than me, a body he clearly works at keeping in shape, and a kind smile.
“Hi,” I greet, and place my hand in his.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He gestures with his hand to the seat beside his. “Can I get you a drink?”
I rarely drink, only a glass or two of wine when I’m at home, so I accept his offer. “A cranberry and vodka, please.”
He stops a waitress who’s passing by and orders my drink and a refill for his. A look across the table shows Jessika and Marcus swapping spit, so we don’t ask if they want anything.
After the waitress leaves, he turns back to me.
“Jessika’s s
poken about you, but she didn’t tell me how gorgeous you were.”
Coming from any other guy I would think that was just a cheesy come-on to get me in bed, but the look in his eyes tells me he means it. His eyes show genuine appreciation, not animal lust.
“Thank you,” I say, blushing slightly. “I’m sorry.” I shake my head slightly. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. Jessika didn’t tell me about you until we got here.”
He clutches his chest, feigning pain. “Ouch.”
I laugh and wrinkle my nose. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. She just knows I probably wouldn’t have come out if I had known this was some sort of setup. I’m not really in a place for much of a personal life at the moment.”
He nods. “Understandable. Truth is, I almost refused when Marcus asked me. He was very adamant though because he didn’t want to let Jessika down.”
When the waitress drops off our drinks, Jessika and Marcus break apart long enough to place their order, before lip locking again. Marcus’s hand creeps up Jessika’s thigh, and I see a small glimpse of her black panties.
I jerk my head away and look back at Dean. Points for him because he’s not looking at my friend and what she’s currently revealing.
“Ever been here before?” he asks, setting his drink on the table.
“A few times, but it’s been a while.”
He looks around the room, then back at me. “I’ve been a member for three years, and I’m still surprised by some of the things I see.”
I knew Marcus was a member. It’s how Jessika met him. I also know it’s hard to get a membership. Jessika got one because she’s friends and works with the girl who’s dating the owner. Tera is her name, I believe.
“It’s definitely different than any other place I’ve been.” Of course, I really haven’t been to many clubs or bars, so I don’t have much to compare it to.
We sit and chat for a while. Dean tells me he works at the same law firm as Marcus. He graduated five years ago, which puts him at around thirty-one years old. He and Marcus are both vying for a partnership position, attesting to just how strong their friendship is, because I know how competitive lawyers can be.
I tell him about my job dispatching while also going to school to earn my nursing degree, explaining my dream to work in obstetrics. We talk about both of our families. Dean seems very interested in what I have to say, and I have to admit, it’s nice. He seems like a very sweet and sincere guy.
I try really hard to keep my eyes on him and not the gyrating bodies around us. Although I think I do a pretty good job at managing it, I still feel the sexual energy in the room. I continuously cross and uncross my legs to try to help relieve the ache that’s building between them. The slight moans, the heat, and even the heavy petting going on from my friends make it worse. Having Dean across the table, looking hotter the longer we sit here, isn’t helping matters either. Add in that I haven’t gotten laid in two years, and I’m a bundle of sexual nerves waiting to burst.
From the sweat breaking out on Dean’s forehead, I don’t think he’s doing much better.
Suddenly, I lean across the table toward him. “Do you want to dance?”
He looks toward the dance floor, then nods and stands. “I’d love to.”
A quick glance at his slacks shows my assessment was correct. There’s a noticeable bulge. A bulge that makes my neediness grow even more.
Damn… I really do need to get laid.
With a wave to Jessika and Marcus, which they don’t see because they’re still going at each other, Dean leads me across the dance floor. We stop at the edge, and he turns me around to face him.
As he pulls me toward him with his hands on my waist, the look in his eyes has my body heat rising. My arms curl around his neck and my hands delve into his hair. Our bodies are flush together, and I feel his hardness against my lower stomach. It sends shivers over my body. He notices my reaction, because his eyes turn darker.
“Fuck,” he mutters. I’m glad I’m not the only one affected.
With a sexy grin, I turn my body around and lean back against him, making sure my ass fits snugly against his erection. I have no clue where this new boldness is coming from, but at the moment, I’m enjoying myself.
His hands band around my waist and his fingers dig into my flesh. I rest my head back against his shoulder and lift my arms around his neck. I feel sexy and desired as we sway to the music, something I haven’t felt in a long time.
Hot breath meets the side of my neck, and goose bumps appear on my skin. I lift my head and open my eyes, ready to turn back and face him, when my gaze clashes with a set of dark ones. It only takes me a minute to realize they belong to the man I saw on the street earlier today. The one who stared at me with dark hunger. I was shocked at the way he looked at me then, just as shocked as I am right now. He’s a complete stranger, but there’s something about him that has my body reacting to his blatant want of me.
He’s sitting in a chair right at the edge of the dance floor. His nearly black hair is a little longer on the top than it is on the sides. His eyes have me pinned exactly where he wants me. He’s gripping a beer bottle on the table, and his legs are spread wide. He looks relaxed, but I see the rigid line of his lips and the downward slash of his dark brows. He’s tense, but he’s also turned on.
I release Dean’s hair and trail my nails over his neck as I bring my arms down. Mystery man keeps his eyes on me as I skim my fingers down my sides to the tops of my thighs. This is supposed to be a tease for him, but he’s not the only one being tortured. My inner thighs become damp from the sensual show I’m giving.
Lips trail up my neck, and I tip my head to the side, not only because it feels good, but also to see Mystery man’s reaction. Satisfaction flares within me when it’s obvious he likes what he sees. My eyes follow his hand when he reaches down to adjust himself. They widen when he moves it away, and I see a large bulge. He tips the bottle to his lips, takes a swallow, sets it down, and with a sexy smirk, gets more comfortable in his seat.
To tease us both a bit more, I slowly bring my hands up my thighs, making sure to take the slinky material of my dress with them. I stop when it gets to the tops of my thighs, just before it reveals my panties. His eyes narrow as they jump from my thighs to my eyes. I dart out my tongue and lick my lips as my fingers move closer to the center of my legs. My flesh feels feverish, and touching myself has never felt so good.
Dean is still at my back, grinding his hips against my ass with his hands flat against my stomach, but it’s not him I’m dancing for now. It’s for someone I don’t know, but who somehow lights my body on fire with just a simple look.
Mystery man palms his cock through his pants, and if I wasn’t so turned on or in this particular place, I’d be shocked with him doing it out in the open like he is. Instead, it only ramps up my desire. I start to pant, and little moans slip past my lips.
I watch as one of the man’s hands grips the arm of the chair, while his other hand pushes down harder on his cock. I want to go to him, drop to my knees, and unveil what he has hidden. It may be Dean’s lips on my neck and his hands around my waist, but it’s the stranger in front of me who almost has me coming apart at the seams.
I bite my lip, wondering how far I’m willing to go. Can I really do what I’m thinking about doing? My eyes dart around, seeing how lax everyone is with their own inhibitions, and come to the conclusion that my fantasies are much tamer than some of these people’s.
Taking a deep breath and fixing my gaze back on my mystery man, I trail my fingers under my dress. The skirt part is loose, so it falls over my wrist, still covering me. I feel moisture before my fingers even make it to my panties. When they do touch the silk, my breath hitches. I rub my finger over my pussy, and I almost come out of my skin because it feels… so… damn… good.
Dean keeps our hips moving to the music, unknowingly playing a part in a sensual show for another man. As wrong as it is, I wish he were replaced by the ma
n in front of me. Part of me wants his hands on me, but another part likes that he’s watching. That he likes to watch me. And he is watching me. Aside from one time when I first opened my eyes, not once have his eyes strayed to Dean. It makes me feel powerful to know he likes what he sees.
My fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties, and I have to lock my knees in place, or I’ll fall flat on my face. The pleasure triples when my fingers meet my wet folds. I flick them across my clit, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.
The man’s jaw hardens, and I see his biceps bunch, as if he heard me. Becoming even bolder, I slip the tip of a finger inside, feeling my inner muscles clench. My stomach tightens, and I know I’m close. I wonder if Mystery man is close. I hope he is. I want him to come with me.
My toes tingle and my legs shake as the beginning of my orgasm hits. I force my eyes to stay open, not wanting to lose the connection with the man. My stomach dips and a weightless feeling claims me. Bursts of energy travel up my legs and settle at my center. My mouth falls open, but I force back the scream that’s trying to break free. Orgasming in the middle of the dance floor and screaming it for all to hear are two separate things. My boldness stops at yelling to everyone what I’m doing.
I slip my fingers from beneath my panties and try to calm my breathing. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, all caused by a complete stranger. Shame heats my face, but it’s not strong enough to break the connection I have with Mystery man.
He slows his movements over his cock, and I regret not being the one who was stroking him. One corner of his mouth kicks up, and it makes him look even sexier. As dangerous as it could potentially be, I want to know this man.
The song coming over the speakers slows to a stop, a new one immediately replacing it. I briefly remember that happening a couple of other times, showing just how long Dean and I have been out here.
