Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

Dennis went on blabbering, and I quickly took my drink and disappeared into the crowd.

* * *

The thing that attracted me the most about her was her breasts.

I didn’t care if I was being shallow or not. The fact was, I had been to too many parties just like this, and hooked up with enough women to have completely forgotten what it was like to ask for a first name. Besides, everyone knew my first name, and as long as it was screamed out in the middle of “oh my God” and “fuck me faster”, I didn’t care if the girl was called Brenda, Sheila or the Whore of Babylon.

Which was why when she smiled at me and made her way towards where I was standing, my bourbon in one hand and cigarette in the other, I already knew I wouldn’t be going home alone tonight.

Not that I really expected to.

“Chance Ridder, right?”

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!

I nodded, flashing my best smile and taking a long sip from the glass, my eyes scanning her tight body wrapped in a red silk dress that left very little to the imagination. The music wasn’t very loud on this side of the penthouse, and the lights were dimmed down enough to make sure everyone minded their own business.

“I’m Haley,” she said, sticking out her hand. I took it, felt the soft skin, the slender fingers, the nails that I knew were going to be scratching down my back before the night ended. “I really like your home.”

“Thanks,” I replied, “but it’s not mine.”

“Oh?”

“See that guy over there?” I said, pointing to Dennis, who was surrounded by groupies of his own. “He owns the place.”

Haley looked over her shoulder, then back at me. “Don’t know him,” she said with a smile.

“But you know me,” I said.

She nodded and bit her lower lip.

“How about a drink?” I asked.

* * *

She was all over me before I could even get the door open.

Over drinks, she had not been shy about how forward she could be, her hand finding comfortable places on my arms, thighs, and when she wanted to leave the party, on my crotch.

On the drive to my place, her hand had quickly found its way into my pants, squeezing and pumping me as I tried my best to keep my attention on the road and not kill anyone in the process. The doorman had flashed me a knowing smile as we passed and I tossed him the keys to my Porsche, and the elevator ride up to my penthouse had been a hot mix of her tongue down my throat and my hand in her panties.

I kicked the door closed and helped her pull my blazer off, throwing it to a side and quickly wrapping her arms around my neck as she kissed me. To call her wild was an understatement, and I could tell I was in for a hell of a ride. My hands squeezed her ass hard and I pulled her against me, feeling her warmth through her dress and my pants. My hand slipped into her panties and my fingers were drenched in her wetness, her moans making her lips quiver against mine.

I kissed her neck, made my way down to her tits, and pushed her up against the wall, slipping my fingers inside her pussy. I finger fucked her hard and fast, making her shake against me, her nails digging into my shoulders and her teeth biting at my ear. She began to grind against me, moaning for me to move faster, harder, until she exploded against my hand and pulled me tight against her.

“My turn,” she whispered when she had regained some composure. She turned me around and pushed me hard against the wall, her slender fingers expertly working my belt and zipper. She had my pants down in seconds, and her fingers gently wrapped around my cock, stroking it lovingly while she gazed up into my eyes. The smile on her face was a promise that she had a lot planned for us tonight.

She took me like a pro, sliding her soft lips over my cock and sucking me inside her mouth. Her tongue ran circles around me as her head moved, and I grabbed her by the back of her head, urging her on. She had me pushing against her, fucking her mouth, while all the time her eyes locked on mine. I reached down and undid the knot of her dress, the straps falling down smoothly and revealing twin mounds of heaven in a black lace bra. I was torn between enjoying the feeling of being inside her mouth, and wanting to bury my face between her breasts. Either way, I was more than happy to let her control the moment, because soon enough she’d be screaming my name when I took over.

Her nails raked my thighs, and she let my cock slip out of her mouth before standing up and stepping out of her dress completely. She looked fucking incredible, hot as hell, and a part of me didn’t even want to wait to get her completely naked. Just rip off the panties and take her right there in the hallway.

She could see it in my eyes, though, everything I wanted to do to her, and she grabbed me by the cock and led me deeper into my own penthouse, as if she was leading a stud bull by the horns.

“This place is almost as impressive as the other one,” she giggled.

“Wrong,” I said, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her against the couch, bending her down so that her ass was sticking up and ready. “It’s better.”

I pulled her panties down, her scent so strong I knew that I would slip inside her without any trouble at all. She pushed her ass up higher and spread her legs, wiggling her butt at me invitingly. I smacked one cheek, then smacked it again when she yelped in excitement.