A cap is placed on my head. I look over at Meredith, now also on Bryant's shoulders. I free up one hand by holding one bottle of paint against my body with my arm so that I can grab the bill and pull it off to look at it. It's a white, Rockstar, flat bill cap with the logo on a large, canary yellow star offset to the front, right side. "Where'd this come from?"
"Don't worry about it. Just accept the gift and put it on. Here." I replace the hat tilted on my head so that I can see without having to look up. She breaks a glow necklace and puts it on me, then puts the extra on herself. "Bryant, paint. Hurry up."
She quickly grabs two bottles resembling mine, but hers are purple and lime green. She pops the cap on both bottles and I do the same to mine, leaving one bottle per hand. A break in the beat hits. "Let's paint," the DJ says, the beat resuming as if he timed it at the exact moment, holding his earphone to his ear with his shoulder while his hands are tied up with his equipment.
The entire stage is emitting a massive cloud. The Go-Go dancers squirt a line of colored paint with each pump of the cylinder, walking and dancing the length of the stage. A line of pink strikes against my chest and body. I can feel the mist from the paint clouds against my skin, and my entire mind goes numb. I raise my arms above my head as I scream with the crowd, getting completely lost in the alcohol, in the music, in the paint, and in the party.
I no longer have to glance around to follow along with the crowd. I'm now a part of it, doing my own thing. Paint flies everywhere around the room in the crowd. I sling my arms around, squeezing the bottles in my hands, as I become part of creating the art. It's not like most art I've ever heard of. It's not classy, it's not beautiful, and it won't be worth any sum of money, but creating it is an experience just as any other form of art. It's an interpretation of fun, and I'll remember this for the rest of my life.
Saxton and Bryant turn, mirroring Meredith and I. I sling paint on her, adding to the dots and streaks that are already covering her body, completely oblivious to anything or anyone around me. I laugh when she squeezes and it coats my face, trying to get her back even though I can't see.
I wipe my face with my hand, smearing it everywhere. I smile, getting an idea. I free up one hand and squirt a dollop in the other, then bend over enough I can see Saxton, as I form a fist and spread the paint all over my palm. "Sax," I yell.
He angles his head to look at me, and just as he does I plant my hand on the front of his face, then rub in a circle. I laugh as he grabs my wrist and pulls me down, causing me to squeal at the feeling of falling, but he grabs me behind the legs as I come forward, cradling me. His pink, half handprint half circle on the center of his face has me laughing uncontrollably, his lips a shade reminding me of what eighties lipstick would look like. "You think it's funny, huh?"
I raise both hands in the air at full extension, each gripping a bottle again, and then circle them over his head, squeezing as hard as I can to get what's left in the bottle out, drizzling it on his hair and forehead, catching him off guard. I laugh harder at what looks like a highlighter explosion occurred all over his skin.
He maneuvers his hand to grip the back of my neck. I tense at the tickling as he squeezes, and then he pulls my face to his and rubs the two together, the tips of our noses circling each other's.
I release the bottles, letting them drop to the floor, before gripping his hair and arching my back to try to get away, so that I can catch my breath from laughing. He tightens his grip, and instead of letting up, he kisses me, through paint and all. That feeling of electricity is back, and my lips are tingling with each brushing against his. My heart is racing beneath my chest. The single-most thought playing on repeat: I want him. I don't care where or in front of whom. I want to be a slave to his touch. I want him to hold me captive with his kiss, but most of all, I want him to possess my body. I want him to own me. I want to be his, and only his.
He releases my legs, and then sets my feet down on the floor, but places his hands on each side of my face, pulling me against him. I wrap mine around his waist, inching them underneath his white shirt until I can feel skin. "I love you, Kambry. I love everything about you. It's insane and scary as hell, but I do. It doesn't eliminate my fears, but recognition is a good first step. I love you, and I can't undo it, not even if I wanted to."
My cheeks hurt from grinning so big. "Will you remember or regret saying this tomorrow?"
"I may be drunk, but I'm never out of my mind. I'll tell you again in the morning if you want me to prove it."
"I love you too, Sax. What do you say we go find a vacant place? Then you can put paint in all the right places."
He smirks. I can feel the outline of his growing erection against the top of my thigh. I bite my bottom lip, wanting so bad for him to eliminate this craving and annoying void between my legs, but then the music changes from techno to a slower hip-hop, and the alcohol becomes more consuming, like it did earlier when I was dancing by myself. I've never danced with a man to this type of music, but suddenly I want to. Instead of freaking out that I'll be horrible at it, the alcohol is taking away my ability to think, to worry. "You aren't going to be sick? You took those shots like a champ, baby."
I shake my head. I recognize the song instantly: Booty Wurk by T-Pain. I grab his hands in mine, lacing our fingers, my body already bumping along to the beat, starting with my head. I raise our hands into the air with the instruction of the song, and like a domino effect, my body syncs, each part following the rhythm until my hips are rolling and skimming against his front. "Fuck, you're hot when you let loose."
His praise motivates me, each time more than the previous. I use the lyrics to guide me, turning around as the hook comes on. "Let me see that booty wurk. Go 'head. Left cheek right cheek left cheek right."
He steps closer to my back, his front clinging to my backside. I close my eyes, getting lost in the flashing strobe lights, the lasers, and the beat of the music, allowing my ass to become my greatest asset and my shoulders to become the steering wheel. His erection presses against me, and then his fingertips and hands trail down my palms, then my forearms, before skimming over my underarms in the lightest caress, ending gripped onto my hipbones.
My head tilts to the side when I feel his lips brushing against my neck skin. His breath tickles my ear. "You started something, sexy. You've officially awoken the party animal; something I haven't been in quite a while. You ready?"
"Mmmm," is the only thing that sounds from my lips...and then he starts.
Oh my dayum...
His hips thrust into mine; rolling in ways I didn't even know a guy could move. He follows my rhythm for a minute, before he presses my ass firmly against his pelvis and forces me to move in ways I didn't know I was even capable of moving. I moan aloud when he scrunches my skirt, pulling it up my thighs so that the denim is out of the way and I can move more freely.
My head falls against his shoulder, following his side-to-side circular motion, forming an imaginary infinity symbol over and over again as our legs bend, dropping us lower to the floor. My thighs are burning, but our bodies plastered together and his dick pressing against my ass keeps it from registering very long. My skin becomes glossy from the sheen of sweat forming. "Fuuuuck, where did you learn how to do that?"
"Some of it high school experience, some of it college, and the rest of it from a stripper role I had to play at a bachelorette party and long hours with a choreographer prior to filming."
He presses on the center of my back, bending me forward, and then grinds his pelvis and dick against my ass to the point that my panties are soaked and cold between my legs.
The heels of my hands rest on the top of my knees, and then without even thinking I begin driving my ass in an up and down roll against him, as if I just figured out what the phrases booty wurk and twerking means.
This is so much fun.
"Come on baby keep on doing what you're doing..." The lyrics flow through my ears, completely lost, all except for me gyrating against him.<
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He glides his hands to my stomach and chest, pulling me back upright until my back is completely flush with his front, his cheek just to the side of mine. His hands rub down my body sexually as the song comes to an end. "Damn, girl, you got an ass. If I had known you could work it like that we would have done this sooner."
The song switches and I continue, but at a slightly slower pace, using my whole body again, and rolling against him. I'm burning up. The mist and wet paint spraying and flying through the air aren't even cooling me down anymore. "Fuck this. I want to hand paint your tits while I drive my cock inside you. Let's get out of here."
He laces his fingers with mine and jerks me forward, almost running, as he pushes through the crowd of dancing, wet, glowing bodies, layered against each other from wall to wall in this building, trying to push closer to the front.
I chase behind him, keeping his pace. This is living. This is making memories. This is the reason I came here. This is what blocks out even the slightest possibility of regret. I love him. This relationship isn't at all contemporary. As a matter of fact, it's probably unheard of, but that's what makes it phenomenal.
I notice a set of stairs on one of the sidewalls. I don't know what's up there, but I really don't care. When I reach the bottom, I glance around. Everyone is worried about what's coming from the stage and finding someone to take home when this is over. Me - I'm worried about getting inside the girl at my heels.
I stop at the bottom of the stairs and turn, grabbing her by the neck and pulling her in to kiss me. She's warm, tastes sweet, and smells amazing. Her clothes are wet and coated in paint. My cock is already hard and ready to go, compliments of her grinding her ass into it for several minutes.
I step backward on the first step as my tongue glides against hers. I pull away. "Do you think we'll get in trouble?"
"I don't give a fuck. Tonight, we own this bitch."
I hold out my hand for hers. She takes it. Then we sprint up the wooden stairs, making too much noise, but not giving a damn at the same time. There are a few perks of being involved in filming. You have advantages to places that most people don't.
We reach the top, looking down a short hall with three doors: two on one side, and one on the opposite. I grab the doorknob of the first one I come to, but it's locked; an office I'm guessing. I move to the one on the same side at the end of the hall. It's unlocked. I push the door open to a small conference room - a table...fucking perfect.
Stepping inside, and pulling her with me, I shut the door once she's in far enough. The lock sounds as I press it into the knob. She looks around, then back at me. "You want to in here?"
"Where is not what's important." I walk toward her, guiding her toward the end of the table, before pulling the rolling chair out and pushing it out of the way as I do. "I could fuck you in a bathroom and be happy."
"Oh. Where do you want me?"
I love her innocence. Her lack of sexual experience is such a fucking turn on. Most wouldn't understand. There is never a dull moment when you have to teach. It makes things more interesting. The fact that she's hot as hell and wants me just as bad as I want her is the fucking icing on the cake.
I lean in and kiss her. She moans against my mouth, as my tongue enters between her lips. I grab her ass, squeezing hard before moving to her thighs to pick her up, just before sitting her on the edge of the table. Her fingers are already threaded into my hair.
I grab the bottom hem of her shirt, lifting it slowly up her body. "You drunk?"
She smirks. "Maybe. Are you?"
"Little bit."
She wraps around me, pulling me into the center of her legs. "Good, then this should be fun."
I remove her shirt, tossing it to the side. Before I can grab anything else, she unbuttons my pants, and then unzips them. "Someone's in a hurry."
She pushes my pants and boxer briefs over the curve of my ass, working them down my legs until they fall without any help. "I want you. No sense in beating around the bush."
I smile, grabbing her bra in the process. "This have anything to do with what I said?"
"Possibly... What made you change your mind?"
"Change my mind?" I remove the cover, revealing another form of bra beneath. "Fuck, does the material end?"
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, extracting it from her body. "You know...since what you said at the miniature golf course."
I grab her breast in my hand. I can't help it. They are big and round and tempting me. "It's not about changing my mind. It's about admitting to something that's already there."
I step out of my pants, and then remove my shirt, before grabbing her behind the knees and pulling her ass to the edge of the table. "Lay back, baby."
She does as I say, lying flat on the table. I unbutton her skirt and grab it by the waist to her sides. She pulls her feet onto the table and lifts, allowing me to pull it down her legs. "You're beautiful, Kambry. Your body still leaves me thoughtless."
She sits up. "Kiss me. Please."
I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her front against mine. "Anything you want, baby."
Her hands go for the back of my neck as I grant her request. My hand disappears between her legs, locating her pussy. She's wet; thankfully, no surprise there. As I press inside of her with two fingers, her kiss becomes more heated. She moans against my mouth when I hook my fingers up to rub against her G-spot, her heels digging into my ass. A pleasure-filled whine escapes her, the sound that drives me nuts.
My mouth veers to her nipple, sucking it hard. She leans back on her hands, arching into my mouth. "Sax. More."
Dammit, I love when she calls me that...
I continue south, streaking through spots of paint along the way, before reaching her smooth bottom half, completely free of any colorful markings...for now. Spreading her open, my tongue slides out and swipes up her clit. Her reflex sends her ass back, veering her pussy facing down.
I grab it in my mouth and suck, hard. "Fuck," she yells, slamming back against the table. I grab her hips and pull her toward me more, her bottom now hanging off the edge. The arches of her feet become flush with my shoulders. Her legs begin to clamp on the sides of my head. I flick my tongue over her clit as I shove two fingers back inside of her. She bucks upward, her legs squeezing my fucking head to the point that it hurts.
I look up, underneath my lashes, to a view so beautiful that I could stroke my cock to it right this second, but that would require my attention drifting to something else, and right now, I want her to fucking come. She grabs those beautiful tits in her hands, clenching her fists around them. Fuck she has me so hard right now.
I hook my fingers up in a hurry, finding that soft, squishy spot inside, and then apply a slight pressure as I rub across it, never removing my tongue from her clit no matter how cramped it begins to feel.
She clamps around me. "Sax, I want you to put it in."
I ignore her, wanting to make sure she comes in case I can't last once I finally get in. Removing my fingers, I switch with my tongue before I can offset my current rhythm, continuing to rub her clit in a quick up and down motion with my middle finger as I shove my tongue inside of her pussy as far as I can go. She grabs my hair, pulling my head closer to her. "Shit. Don't stop. That feels amazing."
I thrust my tongue in and out of her as I rub her clit, until she claws into my scalp and arches off the table. At the point that she moans aloud my tongue becomes wetter, the taste of her orgasm coating it as her pussy squeezes around me. I stop, allowing myself to take all of it.
She pushes at my head, trying to move me away from her as she sits up. "Stop. It tickles."
I pull out, swallowing the prize she left behind, and grab her off the table, as I stand upright. I kiss her, letting the moan she makes against my mouth sound through my ears. Her legs fall down mine, signifying she wants down. I let her. She smiles as her feet hit the floor, and then she sinks to her knees and grabs my dick. I can already see the confidence differen
ce from the last time, and it's fucking sexy as hell.
Holding it by the base, she places her opposite hand on the back of my thigh, as she licks around the head, never taking her eyes off of me. Damn. This view... I swallow as she wraps her mouth around it, slowly adjusting her jaw to take my size without her teeth skimming my skin. Her tongue brushes the underside, as she takes my cock into her mouth as far as she can, leaving her jaw relaxed while she coats me with her saliva.
Based on the wetness of my cock she isn't swallowing. Instead, she's allowing it to run out of her mouth, catching it beneath her hand grip, but continuously running her mouth up and down the top half of my dick...slowly. Fuck. Her hand twists, working it down my length. She's lubricating the bottom half.
"Fuck. You have no idea how hot this is."
I clench my fists, trying hard not to grab the back of her head as she finds her rhythm. I want to fuck that sexy little mouth so bad. I’m drunk. I need faster. It feels good, but could be so much better.
"Fucking shit."
My jaw drops as she suctions around me at the junction where her lips meet her fist, connecting as if she's forming one unit, and then she begins a quick stroke up and down my length. One of my hands immediately grabs a handful of her hair. "Damn," I whisper. "Just like that, baby."
My head falls back, losing focus on her. "Holy shit." She's matching her strokes to the beat of the hip-hop song blaring downstairs, bumping throughout the club. Sweet mother of...
My balls clench when her suction becomes harder, her tongue flicking lightly over the hole in the center of the head, before swirling and continuing in a pattern. Her hand moves from my thigh, and swipes around my leg, grabbing my balls without warning, and then she gently massages them. The strokes against her wet saliva are making a light slurping sound. She reaches the head again and massages her tongue against the underside of my head in a deep suction. My nuts constrict. "Fuck, Kambry, stop!"
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