“I’m going upstairs,” I tried to shout to the girls over the music, and then pointed, so they knew where I was going. Over an hour of grinding in a hot, loud club was tough and we were all desperate for a drink as we trooped back up to the VIP almost in a line of couples.
There were some beers and more champagne sitting on our table and the rude hot guy from before was standing beside them scowling in our direction.
“Thank fuck you got here,” he snapped, and I looked behind me at Luke because I didn’t have a clue what his problem was. “The next time, you do not send that to me,” he swept his hand in a circle in mine and the girls directions, “and tell me to watch over them. That’s just asking for trouble asshole. I mean, Jesus fuckin christ, look at them!"
I have to say I started to worry that maybe the dress I was wearing was slutty, so I looked down and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Isla, Ava and Scarlett do the same thing. When we all looked back up at him, he crossed his arms, looked at the ceiling and muttered to himself before turning to us.
“Y’all are the fuckin definition of hot sweethearts. You’ve given every guy in the building a hard on including Doug,” and nodded at the suit guy.
Ren, Adam and Mace glowered at him as Luke took a step forward, I was kinda glad because what he said, well that’s just awkward. I don’t want to know if Doug or any other man around us was hard.
Deciding alcohol was the best way forward, I quickly walked up to the table and started tearing the foil off the bottle. I could hear Luke saying something and Ethan arguing back, but I didn’t care one bit. The mental image of the big bear looking guy who’d been dancing close to me on the dance floor and the other guys who’d had bad body odor having erections was too much and apparently the other girls felt the same way because they all sat down beside me with pale faces.
I got to the part where you take the metal doodad off, and the cork is then free to pop, and not wanting to hit one of the girls in the face I turned slightly to the right. As soon as the last twist on the metal doodad was undone, the cork went flying out of it and scared the crap out of me. Unfortunately, it hit Ethan in the back of the head and stopped whatever rant he was on about, and then landed back at my feet leaving me sitting there with the evidence in my hands and now at my feet too.
“What the fuck?” He whined rubbing his head and then smoothed his hair back down.
I couldn’t help it; it’s one of those things that you couldn’t plan, and it was just so damn funny that a giggle popped out. When the girls joined in, it made me laugh harder, and I realized then that I needed to pee, but, unfortunately, I was gasping for breath and couldn’t move, or I’d wet myself. All I could do was cross my legs, clench and hope that I didn’t wet myself. By the time we all stopped and were wiping my faces, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and spun in the direction that the sign said the toilets were, only to run into Ethan, who was standing with a beer in his hand now and his other hand in pocket and glaring at me. My bottle of champagne clipped the top of his beer, and it exploded out of the top all over his suit and shirt before he could pull it away from himself. I was pretty sure my bladder was about to release as everyone started laughing again. My laugh was one of those mixtures of embarrassment, terror and just hilarity which was testing the strength of my bladder, so I passed the bottle off to Ren, who’d moved to be beside me by this point and ran to the ladies room.
Ren
I’d been close to begging Maya not to go out tonight because I knew the type of guys that went to Sheeve’s and exactly what went on, after all, thats where I used to go, and I didn’t want anyone looking at her like that. She’d been looking forward to it, though, so it was impossible to stop her.
The guys and I had been sitting at Jilly’s having a beer when Ethan had called Luke and said no fucking way was he looking after our girls tonight and that we were to come and get them; so we did. When we’d walked in and seen all of the guys in front of us staring in one direction, we just knew where they were. I’d been ready to punch a guy who was too close to her, and was staring at her tits, when Maya kissed me, gave me the happiest grin I’d ever seen on her face and started grinding against me. I couldn’t take that away from her, so I joined in, but it was a relief when we came back up to the VIP section because I swear I was close to punching two of our ranch hands who were now blatantly staring at her.
When Ethan had been venting about the girls to Luke and got the cork to the back of his head, I honestly thought I’d seen the funniest thing ever, but nothing, absolutely nothing will ever beat her clipping his beer bottle and him getting drenched. Ethan had always been the type of guy who kept his hair perfect and took great pride in his appearance, so a cork to the head and a bear bath was just too much. Thankfully he had a bathroom and spare clothing in his office upstairs, so by the time Maya got back from the bathroom he was gone. I could see his point; Luke had tasked him with looking after the girls, and the four of them together was a recipe for disaster. The worst bit was that they didn’t even know it, and then dancing together; it's a wonder there wasn’t a riot.
I settled Maya and me on the sofa that curved around the table and got us both a drink. I was going to be driving back so I would nurse this one for as long as I could. Adam had been a surprise tonight; he was a secretive motherfucker, but he hadn’t been around a lot recently and only seemed to pop up over the weekends. Maya had been happy to see him and had stopped to give him a hug, and it took everything in me not to grab her away from him even though he was her family. This was another new feeling for me because in the past I hadn’t given a shit what the chick I was with did.
I felt Maya tense beside me and saw Luke and Isla in the corner of the lounge arguing. Isla had her arms wrapped around her waist and was looking at the floor, and Luke was gesturing and then rubbing her arms.
Maya had told me what happened the day before and when I’d thought about it, I remembered Isla being in our year and that she and Luke had been close since they were kids. Maya moved to get up from the chair, and when I looked over, I saw Isla pulling open the door to the lounge and running down the stairs. Luke looked at Maya, shook his head as he went after Isla down the stairs.
“She’ll be okay baby,” I whispered rubbing her arm. She put her hand on my thigh and just held on. Just that one action got to me, and I felt myself getting harder. This was a fuckin nightmare; I swear it was almost to the point that if she sneezed or coughed, it would be that sexy that I’d explode in my jeans; something I never even did as a teen.
I looked over my girl again as she sat talking to Scarlett and Ava. She had on this short tight pink dress, and you could see every curve, her tits and even her fuckin belly ring. If I’d seen her before she left, I never would have let her out the house wearing that shit, but I’d been stuck at work doing an urgent job and by the time I’d got my shit together and cleaned up she was out.
I saw Mace whispering something to Ava with his arm around the back of her neck on the sofa. Looking over at Maya’s cousin, he was sitting in almost the same position as Mace with Scarlett and that she didn’t seem to be overly sure about it. Just then she leaned forward to fill up her glass, and Adam took the bottle out of her hand and filled her glass halfway while whispering something to her. Whatever he’d said was the wrong thing because she looked like she was going to pour it over his head.
Why had I never seen this shit before Maya? It was like a fucking sitcom. I looked at my watch and wanted to groan when it didn’t say 2am-home time. I just wanted to snuggle up in bed with my girl, even if she turned into an MMA fighter in her sleep, and now I was turning into Cole. That thought was so fucking depressing I drank down half of my beer in one gulp.
Maya
I’d had such a fantastic night. The only things that had affected it was Isla leaving early, Ava looking uncomfortable and Scarlett looking like she wanted to brain my cousin; I wasn’t even aware that he and Scarlett knew each other? As soon as Isla had left, I’d sent her a
text to ask if she was alright and she’d replied saying she’d got home safe and sound and that she was sorry for leaving early. I was going to talk to Luke about it; he’d messed the poor girl around enough, and if he wasn't careful he’d lose her.
It was only 12.40am, but I was exhausted, so I snuggled into Ren and said, “Do you think it would be ok if we left?”
He jumped up from the sofa like he’d been stung, grabbed my hand and said bye to everyone trying to drag me out the lounge. I wanted to make sure that Scarlett and Ava were okay though and to get assurances from my cousin and Mace that they would take them home, which I did.
As Ren drove us back to mine, I was nervous and excited about what I had planned.
“You okay baby?” He asked, taking his eyes off the road briefly to look over at me and then reaching over to get my hand and holding against his thigh.
“Yeah, just tired I guess.”
I was trying to sound as blasé as possible, so I didn’t give myself away, but my right leg wouldn't stop bouncing.
As we walked up to the door, my hand was shaking so badly that I could hardly get my key in the door. Another mental note to self: get one of those keypad locks things; much easier.
I felt like a lion plotting to pounce on Ren. Thankfully he took the decision out of my hands, and as soon as the door closed he gently tugged me to him and, holding my face in his hands, kissed me. I loved the fact Ren treated me like I was fragile and didn’t just maul me. Every little kiss, sip and gentle flick of his tongue had the power of what I’d assume five viagra’s would.
Rolling up onto my toes, I pressed harder against him and deepened the kiss. It was a game of cat and mouse between our tongues, but the reward for being caught was a lash of Ren’s tongue along mine. His hands had moved down to my ass, and suddenly they were on my thighs, and I was up in the air with my legs around his waist and moving toward wherever Ren had in mind. As my back hit the feather softness of my comforter I refused to release Ren from the strong hold my legs had on him; not that he was trying too hard to escape. I pulled his shirt out of his jeans and shoved my hands under it, desperate to feel his silky soft hardness again, but he surprised me by grabbing it with one hand at the back and pulling it off over his head leaving me with a close up of his chest. Before he could lie back down on me, I swooped forward and licked in amongst the grooves of his six pack, or eight pack-I'll count later. He groaned above me, grabbed my hair and gently tugged my head back so that I was looking up at him.
“Fuck baby, what did I do right?” He said, gently stroking my lip with his thumb. “Whatever it is, I’m gonna continue doing it so that you never leave me.” His eyes were watching his thumb, but they flicked up to look into mine, and he finished with ever.
That was it for me, and I pulled him down and kissed him like my life depended on it. Before the kisses had been hot, these were on fire. My dress was pulled up to my belly button with my legs still around his waist and Ren was grinding against me again. When I pulled away to catch my breath, he took the opportunity to kiss down my neck and across my chest. My dress was stretchy, so he just pulled it down and then froze.
“Whats wrong?”
He was just lying there staring and it was starting to worry me. Was there something wrong with what I was wearing?
“I have never seen anything so perfect and so beautiful in my life,” he rasped. “And you’re mine.”
I couldn’t wait anymore, and I flipped him the same way I did last night. Sitting astride him, I sat up and pulled my dress over my head, making him groan loudly. He lifted his hands and then stopped and moved them back like he was afraid to touch me, so I gently took his hands and moved them forward until he had a breast in each hand.
I was slightly embarrassed about my because it was large and I’d started developing way before other girls in my grade at school, but Ren’s hands were the perfect size for them. He took over control of his hands and gently squeezed while taking in a loud breath.
He looked up at my face, and whatever he saw there must have been what he needed because he started undoing the front fastening hooks. I was going to have to thank Scarlett for that too because it had made it a dream to get on earlier, and it was making it a dream to take off too, or rather for Ren to take off. When he got to the last hook, he undid it and then so slowly he pulled the sides apart and then looked down.
“You’re beautiful Maya,” he said reverently, and my whole body broke out in goosebumps. I was squirming where I sat on top of him, and given how hard he was, I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t just torn his jeans off.
Lowering myself to his chest, I licked and sucked my way across his chest. Every time I’d suck a spot on his torso, his stomach would clench and then judder, and he’d gasp, and I swore that I would make it a daily task to make him do that.
When I got to his happy trail, I stopped and licked along the lines that made up the V leading down to his crotch. I’d always wondered what kind of guy actually had one of the V’s, and now I could answer that when anyone asked with mine. With a shaky hand, I popped the button of his jeans, grabbed the zip and pulled; the loud rasp of the zip and Ren’s heavy breathing in the dark, quiet room was erotic. I’d always laughed and rolled my eyes when I read books that said stuff like that, but it was true and knowing that I had made him that way, added to it. When I got the zipper to the bottom, I looked up at his face and gently, but firmly, tugged his jeans and boxers.
“Maya, shit, wait , wait,” Ren grabbed my hand and tried to sit up. “We don’t have to do this. Why don’t you get your tweety stuff on and we’ll…” he rubbed his hand through his hair in exasperation and gestured towards the door, “do shit.”
I already knew I was in love with him, but hearing that and knowing that he respected me enough to not just fuck me and be done with it, I fell even more in love with him.
“I don’t want to do stuff out there Ren. I want to do stuff,” I punctuated that with a big tug of his jeans that bared half of him to me “in here.”
I gave another firm tug and had his jeans and boxers half way down his thighs, and the evidence of the beauty and the perfection of him was right in front of me. Granted I didn’t have a lot to compare it to, but his was by far the most beautiful I’d ever seen. He was smooth, thick, and long and the top was wet, shining with the little bit of light that came through the window.
“Baby,” he croaked and made a grab for me, but I knew what I wanted. I knelt on the floor and took his boots off and then pulled his jeans to the floor along with my thong. I copied his move from the night before and stroked my hands from his ankles to the tops of his thighs. My head was back over him, and I was thinking about what I wanted to do first when he caught me under my arms and pulled me onto the bed where he pushed between my thighs and put his hands under my ass lifting me up towards his mouth.
“That's not fair,” I whined, but it trailed off into a moan when the first lash of his tongue registered.
“Shh,” he whispered, making my entire body to shudder and the bastard chuckle. I wouldn’t kill him just yet because that had felt good, but I was making yet another mental note, this time, it was to torture the hell out of him when I finally got him in my hands.
My plans for revenge were interrupted by the point of his tongue circling me. He’d start off with no pressure and then suddenly push hard and then go back to no pressure; it was driving me insane and no matter how hard I tried to move my hips, he wouldn’t let me.
“Stay still baby,” he rumbled, lowering me back to the bed and moving his hands so that they were back to the same positions as last night with one holding me down and the fingers of the other circling my entrance and dipping into me slightly while his tongue took over tormenting me. He was effectively driving me out of my mind with the myriad of sensations that his fingers and tongue were creating; I could feel the ball of tension and fire building inside me slowly, but hugely at the same time. I had never felt anything like it and at the back o
f my mind, I was starting to panic that it would kill me when it finally burst.
He increased the pressure of his tongue and alternated it with sporadic hard sucks. His finger pushed in and withdrew a couple of times before he added a second one, stretching me and bringing me almost to a peak. I felt him start to make a come hither motion, and then he started to suck in pulses before sucking hard and pressing harder with his fingers against that illusive special spot and with one final suck and rub the ball inside of me exploded, and I was screaming and shuddering.
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