“I learned how to dance to this song. But I didn’t think this would be your thing.”
“What do you know about my thing?” He taunts me, pulling me onto the sad patch of a dance space.
“I know a thing or two about your thing, baby,” I quip just as he starts swaying his hips, his upper body relaxed. He’s good, better than good. Stunned by the sight of him moving with such ease, I hesitate, just watching until he pulls me closer to him, urging me with the gentle thrust of his hips. Cheeks heating, I size up the bar to make sure no one’s watching. There are only a few others in the pub that time forgot, and it’s apparent none of them give a shit. And with the warm buzz flowing through me, I decide I don’t either. I follow Sean’s lead and start rocking my hips because this girl has a little rhythm. Sean’s eyes light up with delighted surprise as we dance through the song, and the next, and the next.
I drink another Coke splashed whiskey.
We dance.
I grip his T-shirt as he hitches my leg on his hip, slowly hiking my shorts up my thigh.
We grind.
He leisurely sips droplets of sweat from my neck and blows the rest dry with his lush lips.
We dance.
Shamelessly wrapped around him, I lick the divot in his throat.
We grind.
He takes a shot of tequila before licking the salt from my wrist, never once taking his eyes off mine.
We dance.
I tease, pressing my ass into his erection, lacing my hands around his neck as he snakes a possessive arm around my waist.
We grind.
Back on the floor, he watches me intently as I taunt him to Ciara’s “Oh” with a circle eight movement of my hips.
We drink some more.
Mid-song and covered in sweat, our pores seeping with alcohol, he stops my movement, cups the back of my neck, and yanks me to him, boldly kissing me like a man possessed.
We leave.
And race to his car as it starts to rain.
Doors closed, we collide, tongues dueling for dominance.
He rips at the straps of my halter as I lift, unbutton, and toss my shorts.
I straddle him.
His groan vibrates my tongue as I latch my lips to his neck.
He frees his cock from his jeans, rolls on a condom, shoves my panties to the side, impaling me in one sure thrust.
Right there in the crowded parking lot, feet away from the bar…
We fuck.
ROUSING IN PURPLE HUE, I go from a blackout sleep to a pounding head, slightly disoriented until I feel the warmth of the body wrapped around me. I’ve damn near forgotten what it was like to be cocooned in masculine arms, and last night was the first time Sean brought me home with him.
Something unspoken happened between us yesterday.
The feel of Sean surrounding me is everything this morning, despite the riot in my head.