So, the man can’t even come himself to talk to me. Well, screw him. If he wants to send a representative, I’ll send one of my employees to talk to them.
Though, with luck, his representative will be far easier to talk to.
“We’re here,” the taxi driver says, pulling into a free spot down the street from the club.
I pay the driver and leave the cab, stretching in the cool night air. I can already hear the thump of the music from here, and there’s a long line stretching down the block. I ignore the line completely and, when he sees me coming, the bouncer nods and lets me in, to several groans of disappointment. I try not to take advantage of too many of the perks of being a billionaire, but tonight, I need to escape from everything as quickly as possible.
I make my way to the bar and down my first drink immediately. The music is so loud that it’s hard to even hear myself think, but that’s what I wanted. I gesture for another drink; I’m going to forget all my troubles just for a few hours and have fun. I can worry about the proposal in the morning.
I’d only planned to hang around for a few hours and then go home. As the pleasant buzz of alcohol slowly works its way through my system, I take to the dance floor; I can dance for a little while and then make my way out.
Then someone bumps into me.
When I caught her, I did so on instinct, reaching out for a falling body. The first thing I notice is that’s she’s beautiful. She has long black hair that tumbles down her back in waves, bangs framing her face. Her eyes are a striking green and her cheeks are flushed. Her build is slight and she’s wearing a short dress that flutters about her thighs and dips down to her breasts.
I want to dance with her. She laughs at my movements but she dances back, bobbing up and down to the music with far more grace than I have. We whirl around, moving closer and closer to one another. When I ask for her name, she gives it readily, so I give mine in return.
It’s intoxicating. Thrilling. God, this woman is perfect and I need her. All thoughts of going home flee my mind. I’m not going anywhere unless Amanda is with me.
It’s this which drives me to lean down so that she can hear me.
“Want to get out of here?” I ask. I wonder if she can hear just how much I want her in my voice. “I know a place nearby.”
“Sounds great,” she says. Her arms wind around my neck as she smiles. “Lead the way.”
There’s a hotel nearby. The trip there is a blur of touch and need in the back seat of a taxi. At the hotel, I flash a card and then I’m pressing Amanda up against the wall of the elevator, not caring to check if we’re alone. Everything is moving so quickly, a whirl of color, sound and alcohol. When the elevator dings, we stumble out, unable to keep our hands to ourselves. It’s a wonder we find the right room, but the door clicks open behind me when I wave the card reception must have given me at some point, and we almost fall inside.
Then the clothes start flying. Amanda attacks my shirt first, ripping the buttons through each hole, and I fumble with the zip at the back of her dress.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” I pant.
“God, just touch me,” she groans.
Her touch is electric as her hands slide down my arms while she pushes my shirt back. It drops to the floor behind me and I push her back toward the bed, stumbling toward it until her knees hit the mattress and we tumble down onto it. Her dress is open now and it’s slid down her arms to reveal her lacy white bra. I tug it down, full of the fervent need to feel more of her.
I feel her hands at my belt, tugging roughly on it to pull it out of the buckle. Her hands brush against my cock, and my hips buck at the sensation.
It all feels so good. I never want her to stop touching me. Pleasure races through me and heat is burning around us, sweat beading on my face. Amanda raises her hips so I can peel her dress down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. My belt loosens and Amanda’s fingers play with my zipper. She teasingly rubs my hardness through my jeans and I groan deeply, needing more than this.
“I want to feel your fingers wrapped around my cock,”
She sits up, bracing herself on her elbows. Her eyes are glittering and the want on her face is intoxicating, making me reach out and grip her hips hard. She spreads her legs so that I can step between them. She’s already wet, soaking her panties, and her limbs are trembling with need.
“Then take off your pants,” she replies in a low voice.
Shit. I push my pants down, taking my boxers with them, and my cock finally springs free, bouncing eagerly. My hips buck into thin air and I step out of my pants, kicking them aside.
“You’re already so hard for me,” Amanda purrs.
I don’t get a chance to reply before Amanda reaches out and wraps her hand around my hard cock, lightly at first and then more firmly as she rubs her palm up and down the length, smearing her fingers in the moisture gathering at the tip. My knees weaken and I grip her hips hard for anchorage, groaning. Fuck, it feels so good. If this is how it feels just to have her touch me, then how will it feel when I’m buried deep inside her?
I thrust into Amanda’s hand. She scrapes her nails lightly on the skin, and goosebumps rise all over my body at the feeling. This feels so absolutely amazing. I don’t want her to stop.
But my heart is beating loudly in my ears, and I know that I’ll burst if this keeps going. I don’t want her to stop but I want to be inside her and feel how she clenches around me. I need her so badly that I can’t even think straight.
So I push her back. She doesn’t look surprised. Instead, there’s anticipation on her face as her back hits the bed, her hair splayed around her head.
“Going to fuck me now?” she asks.