Into the Darkness

“You own this club?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes, this and another one. Perhaps if you had the time to talk to me you would know what I did with my spare time,” he said sarcastically.

Asshole.

We chatted more about the club. I could feel Lex’s eyes on me throughout the whole conversation. He had his arm draped over my shoulder, twirling his fingers around a lock of my hair. I pretended I hadn’t noticed though every twirl sent a signal down to my lady garden to start the sprinkler. It wasn’t long before Eric, Emma and boy-toy announced they were going to dance. I was left alone. I wanted to scream at them. So much for backing a girl up! They might as well have thrown me to the wolves.

The shots were lined up in front of us and I immediately drank mine to forget my anxiety. Oh yeah, that definitely helped. Lex hadn’t touched his yet. Instead he grabbed my arm and twisted it so my wrist was facing him. He poured the salt on it and slowly slid his tongue up my arm, never letting his eyes leave mine. He drank the tequila then sucked the piece of lemon, slowly swirling his tongue around it. My head was trying to push the thoughts away but in my body the ache burned. I imagined his tongue was between my legs. I felt my nipples harden. I wanted to reach out and assault his beautiful mouth.

“Another shot?” Lex asked.

He knew what I was like when I got drunk. Hell, I knew what I was like when I got drunk but for some reason it didn’t stop me.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Edwards?” Oh fuck, my tone sounded too flirty but I couldn’t help it. The tequila was in full-on assault mode and Lex was so close my body was in overdrive. It didn’t help that I was barely wearing anything under my dress. I squirmed, the look on his face amused. Yes, I wanted to tell him, I’m fucking soaked and I’m sure your mouth on my pussy would scratch the itch, but instead my face remained poker-straight. What the hell was I thinking to ask him that?

“The last time I recall you drinking this much, it ended up being a very interesting night indeed,” he teased. And with that, I was dead…

I made the mistake of looking at his pants: his cock was hard. I could see him squirm as well. Two could play this game. I was just about to say something when I felt my bag vibrate. Welcoming the distraction, I pulled out my cell. The caller ID flashed: Batman. Lex leaned over and saw the cell lighting up. His face furious, he grabbed my phone and hit reject.

“Lex, what the hell?” I was fuming. Not once had I said to Lex we were back on. Just because I kissed him, it didn’t give him the right to go all caveman on me. In fact I told him to leave me alone. The cell vibrated again but this time a message appeared on the screen.

Hey Gorgeous,

Just wanted to make sure you got home ok

Sorry I had to leave. Can I make it up to you tomorrow night?

Dinner at my place. I’ll make sure Alfred has the night off.

Lex grabbed the cell and read the message. I could practically see the steam coming from his ears, his knuckles white as his grip tightened around my phone. He bowed his head, refusing to look at me. I was beyond pissed. How fucking dare he do that!

“Mr. Edwards?” A tall lean man came up behind him and started whispering in his ear. Lex’s demeanor changed and I couldn’t be any more grateful. I had calmed down slightly but it still didn’t stop my need to warn him that if he ever did that again I would go Lorena Bobbitt on him. Well, not really, because he did have the most perfect cock. What the fuck, now I’m thinking about his cock?

“I have to take care of something. Don’t even think about responding to that message,” he warned before quickly following the man down the stairs.

Arrogant prick! He had no right telling me what to do. I wasn’t his anymore. How dare he tell me what to do! Julian was nothing but good to me. He was everything I had been looking for. So why was I sitting here in Lex’s club flirting like a fucking sixteen-year-old? I grabbed another shot in front of me and downed it in one go. I walked to the entrance of the VIP area, running into Eric at the top of the stairs.

“Why didn’t you tell me Lex was going to be here?”

“Because you basically said you were over him and that Julian was the love of your life, yada yada yada.” Is that what he got from our earlier conversation?

“I am over him. It’s just awkward because there’s a lot of history there and I’m not perfect, you know! Seeing him is very…uncomfortable.”

“Well, Charlie, you would have to be blind to not see how much he wants you. Julian’s a great guy but why not play the field a little?” He raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.

I laughed to myself. Lex was the not the field-playing type and that was evident two minutes ago. Back in high school someone had spread a rumor that Carter, another senior at school, and I had sex in the janitor’s closet during our study break. It took weeks to calm Lex down and I had Carter openly admit to the biggest school gossip, Stacey, that it was another girl – not me.

I needed to do what a girl does best: dance my troubles away. I loved to dance. I was one of those people that no matter where the music was playing, I was the first one shaking my booty. It started with my unhealthy obsession when I was ten watching Dirty Dancing every day after school before my mom came home. I would pretend I was Baby and my pillow was Johnny. I had to admit, for a ten-year-old I did the dive routine pretty well on my couch.

“C’mon Eric, let’s dance!” I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the dance floor. As I made my way to the middle, sweaty bodies pressed and rubbed against me. It was even more crowded than I thought. I moved my body in rhythm with the music, closing my eyes, intoxicated by the beats and the sway of bodies around me. I opened my eyes to find that Eric had turned around to dance with some guy. I knew I didn’t want to watch Eric play who’s-the-bigger-tease so I attempted to turn around, then I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. I closed my eyes again, this time inhaling his scent, forgetting what happened upstairs and surrendering myself to the moment. It’s only one moment, Charlie, and then it’s over.

He moved in rhythm with me. Usher’s Scream blared through the club. Just what I needed, a song that made me want to scream Lex’s name while I fucked him till my body gave up. He continued to slowly grind himself against me. I felt his erection pushing against my ass. He sung the lyrics in my ear and every word was sending my body into a frenzy. His hands slowly moved to the front and I felt them graze over my breasts. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I reached my arm behind me and grabbed his head, pulling him into me. I knew I was losing this battle. I was losing every part of me that had pushed him away at the ball and upstairs. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was what I wanted all along, and that frightened me the most.

It was then I realized I could have fucked him on the dance floor. I was so horny it felt like I had Niagara Falls between my legs. I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt this overwhelmed by desire. I wanted him to fuck me harder than he had ever fucked me before. The angel and devil were arguing on my shoulder and the devil was winning…

It all happened fast. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor. We entered a door marked “staff only.” The doorway opened into a dark hallway that led to a kitchen. The kitchen was dark but I could see the large stovetops backing against the wall, the rows of stainless steel benches creating an island in the middle and the refrigerators lined up side by side. He pushed me against the fridge and crushed his lips against mine. The fridge was cold and made me shiver but my skin was on fire, melting away the moisture. His tongue was desperate, wanting more. His hands gripped my face then travelled down my chest. There was no wasting time as he slid his hand beneath my dress. I felt my body convulse as his skin made contact with my breasts. His grip was tight, his fingers tugging my nipples as I moaned into his mouth, my legs threatening to give way.

“Charlotte, can’t you feel how right this is?”