With one thick arm of his about her waist, his strong hand grasping her hip, he guided her on over to one of the bars. Where other men clamoured for the bartender’s service, Dwayne plucked a bill from his pocket and, with a loud, booming voice, he caught the woman’s attention.
“Pina colada for my lady here, and a lime vodka for me,” he said, squeezing Celeste’s hip as the bartender dutifully fixed them their drinks and speedily placed them before the two of them.
Celeste took the fancy glass into her hand and glanced up at him out of the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d gone drinking with him, but he’d still remembered her favourite drink.
She pressed the straw between her lips, and felt as his hand spider webbed along her hip. Her heart fluttered and her loins stirred.
She wanted him bad.
“Thanks, Dwayne,” she said before chewing on her lip.
He squeezed her tighter in against his side and drank at his own drink, the strong vodka not fazing the dashing man in the slightest.
“Thank you for agreeing to be my date,” he said in return, nabbing the bartender’s attention once more with a subtle gesture to indicate he wanted two more drinks for them.
He leaned in then, his face right up beside hers, the aroma of his natural musk mixed with a light scent of some cologne, just the subtlest of hints. His face was shaven perfectly, despite the thick dark hairs that sprouted upon his face lest he not keep up on it.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole club,” he murmured to her in privacy, right against her ear. “And I’ve been longing for you a long time, truth be told.”
He pulled away, just in time for the other drinks to arrive, and he slipped the bartender another hundred. Though his smiles were all for Celeste.
She could barely believe what she was hearing.
Sure, she’d come with the intent to maybe seduce him. Steal a kiss or something and spite Larry for being such a clod.
A little harmless flirting between friends.
But those words... Those dark, delicious words. She couldn’t help that they made her knees quiver, her nipples tightening beneath her push up bra.
Her lips dropped open and she could barely force words out, but she managed.
“R-really?”
Dwayne nodded to her, his gaze never leaving her face as he started on his second drink. That hard, powerful hand of his roaming along her side, over her waist and hip, then down to her thigh just a little before making its way back up.
“Really,” he said, those dark eyes of his boring into her, as if he could see right into the depths of her soul. It was intense, and she got a fuller appreciation f
or how calm and collected he could look no matter the circumstances. It must’ve been what allowed him to rise to such success.
“Ending up with you on my arm was no runner up. It’s more like a dream come true,” he said, open and clear, loud enough for the other drinkers nearby to overhear.
Celeste’s emotions spun within her, but it didn’t stop her from leaning up, hard and fast, pressing her mouth to his. She didn’t have that control he did, that patience to tease. No, she was just raw emotions, open and passionate as she brought her tongue against his.
It was too soon to blame the alcohol, but they met in that moment for a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined, Dwayne’s strong arms wrapping about her, grasping her rear and tugging her up off the floor a few inches as they embraced.
The night had barely begun, and already they were wild for one another. The bumping and grinding of the dance floor only the sweet beginning of their foreplay. She had never felt so comfortable and safe as she did then in Dwayne’s arms, feeling the hard muscle and comforting grasp that kept her aloft.
She finished off her first drink quickly, though she plucked up the second in her hand, as she looked up at him. Her mouth still tasted like his.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asked, though honestly, her mind was more on how he was squeezing her butt. His hands were so firm yet not angry, and it was driving her wild.
He lowered her down to the floor, but never quite released her, not as he placed a few more kisses upon her lips. Nor even after.
“We were always with someone else,” he said, staring down into her eyes, getting lost in them as the music played and the lights flashed all around. “But you were always on my mind anyhow,” he confessed in that deep, husky voice of his.
Her panties were soaking wet, she could already tell, and she squirmed at his words.
She would’ve fallen were it not for his strong hands, and she had to take in a deep breath.