“He’s soooo boring. And he’s not here,” her dramatics about John are so over the top they’re cute.
We all laugh at her.
Take Me To Church starts playing by Hozier, enticing the hormone raging, alcohol loosened bodies filling the bar to find someone to get their freak on with and my body starts to sway to the seductive lyrics.
“I’m gonna get that drink, be right back,” I say as I turn to go to the bar.
I stop dead in my tracks. Who. The. Fuck. Is. That? I think my panties just exploded from the gush of wetness from my crotch. The most intense, gorgeous, HOT man I have ever laid eyes on in the flesh is sitting ten feet away. But it’s more than this strangers looks that captivates me. It’s the raw confidence and primal sensuality he exudes, it’s so strong I can feel it from here, pulling me to him with an intense animal magnetism.
Although he’s sitting back you can tell he’s tall, at least 6’, with a sculpted physique but not huge, wearing a crisp white shirt that hugs his torso, leaving a few buttons open at the neck. His arms are lying casually on the armrests and his straight dark hair is rustling in the breeze. He’s got the sexiest moustache and beard which he keeps very closely shaved almost like stubble. One of his legs is resting on the other knee in camel colored slacks with expensive Italian shoes. And his deep dark eyes are searing right into me. Instantly another flash of heat shoots up my body and I can feel myself flush like mercury rising in a thermometer. One side of his beautiful mouth lifts into a smirk and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. There’s a glass of scotch held provocatively in his hand, the beads of sweat dripping down its side. I want to be that glass of scotch held intimately in that hand I want all over my body, rolling over his tongue, my taste lingering on his lips. Flowing through the most intimate, private parts of him, heating his veins and exploding in his mind, burning him from his very core. Because I know that is what he would do to me. Movement at his side causes me to notice the smokin’ 20 something blonde leaning over his arm to say something close to his ear, almost allowing her voluptuous breasts to spill out all over him from her painted on tiny dress.
Seeing her causes the insecurities I have in myself to come flooding back and the sounds of Janie chattering and the bar around me bring me back from my stupor. I turn my head and move towards the bar knowing my back would be to Mr. Yummy. I grin to myself with satisfaction with the view I’ve given him because I can feel him eating it with his eyes. I imagine his teeth biting into my cheek and the thought makes my crotch pulse.
When I get back Janie grabs my arm and starts pulling me towards the stairs announcing, “Common, we’re going to find some guys to dance with.”
“Oh, noooooo.” I whine jokingly.
“Yep, we’re all dancing. Move!”
I feel like a little kid being dragged through a grocery store by her pushy mom.
Giselle giggles out loud, “I wonder how many drunks have fallen up these stairs?” I think I really like this girl.
“Not us! We’re trained professionals. Don’t try this at home, kiddies.” Janie, the expert, cracks me up.
The sultry beat of You’re So High envelopes us on the dance floor like a lovers caress. I get lost in its seduction and dance as if I’m making love, writhing, swaying and stroking my hips with my hands. I feel someone’s hands slide across my waist, flat palms on my stomach, pressing me against the firm body behind me. His mouth comes to my ear and whispers above the loud music.
“You are beautiful.”
I don’t say anything and just snake my arms around his neck behind mine. His hands are travelling slowly down my hips so I turn in his arms and slide my hands up his chest. He is a pretty young thing with the looks of a hot surfer who happens to know how to move his body and I lose myself in this erotic dance with him.
“I’ve always loved older women but you are so damn sexy, beautiful.”
I smirk at his comment and decide to play along.
“And what is that you love about older woman?”
“They know what they want,” he smiles thinking he’s getting laid, pressing his hard-on into me.
“And what is it that we want, lover boy?” I purr at him.
“This, baby.” Another poke.
I move my body seductively against his and bring my lips so they’re brushing against his ear. “Wrong answer, baby. You want to know what we want?” I slide a finger across his lips, “We want a man who knows what to do with us with this...,” then trailing my fingertips down his chest, over his arm, I stroke his fingers, “with these..,” then finally I splay my open hand low on his abdomen, “before he takes care of himself. We are not cum receptacles, baby.”
Pushing him away I turn, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor. The fool wouldn’t know what to do with me if I did go home with him. My steps falter when I see Mr. Yummy and the blonde bimbo standing off to the side and she’s disgustingly rubbing her body against him, (bitch). He’s watching me with an amused expression on his face and I want to flip him off, it taking all of my restraint not to.
The five of us are standing close together at the first floor bar getting drinks. The breeze is refreshing after dancing and being surrounded by all of those warm bodies because the place has really filled up.
“Elizabeth,” Janie turns to me and asks, “have you heard from that nurse?”
I laugh remembering Collin the male nurse. “Yeah, I guess you could say we’re still friends. We text or talk on the phone sometimes.”
“Tell them about him,” turning her attention to the other girls she continues, “you guys gotta hear this.”
“Common, Janie, really?” I joke and roll my eyes at her.
“Yes, tell them!”
I let out a heavy sigh and smile. “This guy, I met him on a dating site, really most all the guys I’ve gone out on dates with I met on a dating site,” I laugh to myself. “He’s good looking, good job, some beautiful tattoos and all his teeth.” They laugh and I lean in closer as they do the same, “then he tells me he’s got his penis pierced.”
“No way!!” All of their mouths fall open. Except Janie.
Janie is laughing. “Wait...tell them, Elizabeth.”
I’m laughing too. “Ok. So, of course I’ve never seen one like that and he asks me if I want to see it.”
Giselle says, (the one with the balls out of the three), “What did it look like?”
“Well, the ring was big enough to fit around my thumb with two balls on the ends. It was pierced right under the hole on the tip just through a little bit of skin so it could move up and down. You know, like door knocker.” They’re dying of laughter. “I would think that would hurt him when he’s having sex but I didn’t ask him.”
Giselle is all curiosity. “Did you have sex with him?”
“No, but he whipped it out right there in his car. But I will say this, of the three guys I went out with, him I would think about letting my freak come out and play with. If he only kept his mouth shut.”
We are all practically rolling on the floor laughing so hard that people are starting to look at us. I look around and not two people away from us is Mr. Yummy. He’s got a shit eating grin on his face staring right at me as if he’d heard me. Crap!
Giselle can’t get enough. “Who else did you go out with?”
What am I, tonight’s reality show?
“Janie, did I tell you about the detective?” I decide I might as well entertain them.
“No, you dated a cop?”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to. This guy is a retired NY detective and we went out about four times. Nice guy, a gentleman except when he said he wanted to buy a fur trimmed pair of handcuffs. That might not have been so bad if his mouth didn’t taste like a cavity when I finally let him kiss me.”
“Eeewwww,” all four say in chorus.
“Tell me about it. But the real winner was the psycho, also from NY, who told me he loved me and needed me on the first date.”
“What?! Are you kidding me?!”
“Totally serious. But the best part was when he wanted me to go down on him in his Jaguar parked in front of my house right in his front seats. It was horrible.”
“Oh, my God!!!”
“Yeah, so not fun! Dating is definitely not what it’s cracked up to be.” I take a sip of my wine and glance at Mr. Yummy. He’s leaning against the bar, drink in hand, cocking a brow at me. I look at him like, ‘What? No one asked you to listen’.
“Common, let’s go dance!” We head toward the elevator to go up to the third floor, a couple of glasses too many for the stairs, and I turn my head just before stepping inside. Mr. Yummy and I lock eyes and he lifts his drink slightly at me, smirking. Asshole.
After a few hours and a few dances with guys that are either too young or too old, (I could never quite get into the whole ‘cougar’ thing, I want a man who knows what he AND his woman want), I’m ready to leave. I’ve glanced over to Mr. Yummy and his blonde bombshell a few times during the course of the evening while some guys were trying to impress me. A couple of times it looked like he was observing me and would give me that delicious smirk. The kind where you want to lick the contours of his lips and tease the corners of his crooked smile with your tongue.
“Janie, I’m gonna go.”
“Nooo! It’s so early.”
“I’ve had my quota for the night and I’m not going home with anyone. Besides, I only came out because I just wanted to see you.”
“Aw, thanks for coming out. And it’s too bad that hottie over there,” Janie says with that mischievous smirk on her face looking directly at Mr. Yummy, “is with that bimbo or he’d do you right here. He’s been watching you all night.”
“Janie! No, he hasn’t!”
“Oh, yes he has!” She’s smiling like she just told the biggest secret that only she knew.
“Goodnight Janie, goodnight ladies. See you soon.”
I slide my purse up on my shoulder and nudge my way through the crowd not even glancing at tonight’s fantasy star that will be playing in my mind when I get home.
Its great getting out with Janie every once in a while, it reminds me of how the other half lives. Even when I was younger in my 20’s I didn’t go out with the girls, I was never part of a clique, not even in school. For most of my adult life I’ve worked with the public and I know a lot of people but there’s only one or two that I would call a true friend. Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert at heart or maybe it’s because I’m a bitch, I don’t think I am but I’ve been told otherwise. Most nights I curl up with my book and sometimes I think I’d like to find a man again, then there’s other times I think my toys are the only things that will satisfy me. Sucky way to live? Maybe, but it’s been ok so far.
I walk a block enjoying the fresh night air on my skin, the sky is clear and the stars are absolutely beautiful as the quiet noises of the world float along softly on the breeze. My mind drifts back to
that
man, if there’s anyone I would break my celibate streak for, it’s him. No one has affected me the way he has in a very long time. It was as if he was seducing me with his eyes, undressing me, making me feel like he was looking right into my soul. I wanted to submerge myself in the depths of him, let him unravel the nice and neat little box that I’ve packed myself away in and lead me to the cliff of that vortex of ecstasy, and when he finally takes me I’ll spiral into that bliss, losing myself within him.
As my mind is completely absorbed in the fantasy I step into the crack of the sidewalk and my spike heel gets stuck almost making me sprawl forward on all fours. Instantly a rock solid arm grabs me around the waist and another hand grips my arm just before I tumble. I wrap my fingers around the arm at my waist and look down at the hand. A tremor goes through me as I instantly recognize that big hand splayed across my stomach, it belongs to that stranger. I feel his warm breath at my neck and he inhales deeply, taking in my scent, making me stiffen and I’m hoping this is real. I slowly turn in his arms, not daring to breathe. And there, inches from my face, is that chest exposed by those few buttons. I check myself to keep my tongue from jutting out to lick his tan skin, wanting to savor his salty taste. God, he smells almost as good as he looks, clean with a hint of male musk and him. My gaze shifts to look up into his face. He’s holding my whole body against his rock hard torso as I look into his beautiful dark eyes and notice just a hint of grey speckled in his moustache, beard and at his temples. I feel a twitch against my stomach from his erection and I have to control myself to keep from grinding into it. I know my panties can’t hold any more of my wetness from the wicked thoughts I’ve had of him all night, it’ll start running down my legs.
“Thank you,” I breathe. I want to bite his chin and run my tongue along his stubble.
We stand there silently searching the other’s face, his arms not moving from around me, my hands open wide on his hard chest.
After a moment he says quietly but firmly, “Let’s go, Elizabeth,” his eyes peering deeply into mine. The invitation is there, not just in his words but also in his eyes. My mind is frantic.
I almost just came.
My legs are about to give out and my breaths are coming short and fast. This man senses this and holds me more firmly. His hands spread open on my body, one on my lower back just above my ass, the other above that pressing my breasts into his chest as my nipples scream at me to rub them against him while my groin is pulsing and I feel his heat burning into me. I’m torn as three things go through my mind.
First, I’d like to push him against the window of the restaurant we’re standing in front of and have my wicked way with him not caring that we’d be on display for everyone inside. Second, I want to drop to my knees and let him have his wicked way with me right there on the sidewalk, whatever he wanted I would do. Third, I fight with the thought I should turn and leave and not look back.
I am so screwed.
We stand like that a few moments that seem like forever. He’s waiting patiently for my response and I’m fighting with the turmoil going through my body and mind. I shift ever so slightly and he steps back fractionally. He feels me relax so he moves, sliding his hand from my back, down my arm and takes my hand, never losing contact with my body or my eyes. My heart is beating so hard that I’m sure he can hear it. He’s watching me as if I were a scared little bunny who’s waiting for an opportunity to run from this big bad wolf. What he doesn’t realize, or maybe he does, is that I want him to skin me alive, cook me over an open fire and suck every tiny piece of meat from my bones then lick my flavors from every one of his fingers when he’s done. My inner beast is wide awake and ready to dance.
We walk a block and he’s holding my hand, gently circling the top with his thumb. We slow at an immaculate new black BMW 500 series with tinted windows. Neither of us have spoken since those jaw dropping three words. I hear the jingling of keys in his pocket and the lights blink signaling the doors unlocking. Walking me to the passenger door, he opens it and waits for me to slide my pretty ass over the buttery beige soft leather seats. What I’m afraid of is I’ll leave a stain because I’m already dripping. He stands there patiently as I hesitate for a second. A glimmer of reassurance crosses his face which allows me to relax a little more and I ease myself onto the seat. It smells like new. Closing my door, he walks across the front of the car and easily folds his perfect 6’ body in. Each of his movements, no matter how insignificant, has purpose. When he closes the door, he turns the key and the car hums to life as classical music surrounds us. He sits back and looks at me a moment, studying my face and searching my eyes. What he’s looking for, I don’t know. Where we’re going I have no clue. With whom, I don’t even know his name. He’s a complete mysterious and sexy stranger and I’m totally intoxicated by him.
I realize our drive will be short when we pull up to the Wilmington Hilton Riverside and stop in front of the valet. There are so many different feelings running through me and so many thoughts going through my mind. I’m nervous, excited, aroused but not scared. I steal a glance at the man sitting next to me and a shiver of anticipation goes up my spine. My mind tells me that I should get out of the car right now, I must be crazy going with him but I sense no threat from him, only attraction and a deep carnal need. Turning to me, he gives me a look that anchors me sending a flash of heat through me. His presence is powerful, strong and commanding. He gets out and the young valet addresses him.
“Good evening, sir.”
“Good evening, the penthouse,” he says, his voice smooth and commanding, and palms the young guy the keys and a bill.
“Yes, sir.”
Striding to my side he opens the door, holding his hand out to me and I look up at him. I see my hunger reflecting back at me in his eyes. How can this smoldering creation of male want me as badly as I want him?
I place my small hand in his, setting one high heeled stiletto on the pavement. A glimpse of the top of my stocking peeks out causing his gaze to move to my ankle, then up the curve of my leg, over my torso and breasts and he squeezes my hand slightly. His perusal stops at my slightly parted lips. My teeth pull in my lower lip as I’m watching him. That smirk pulls up one side of his lips which makes me lower my gaze. He just devoured me with his eyes and I almost self-combusted.
I step out of the car and he places his hand possessively on the small of my back as he guides me through the lobby. He smiles and nods at the desk clerk flashing those straight white teeth, making me smile, too. He catches me and his face lights up. I want to rub myself all over him like a cat, purring deeply as if saying, ‘Please pet me’. We stop at the elevators and he pushes the ‘up’ button. As the doors slide open, he gestures for me to enter first, looking into my eyes almost allowing me the chance to take the out now if I wanted. I step inside and I can almost feel him sigh in relief.
We are alone in the elevator and the electricity between us is palpable, I can almost see it pulling us together. We’re so close. His lips crush down on my mouth before his hand wraps around the back of my neck possessively. His kiss is everything, it makes me dizzy, it makes me sweat, it makes my legs tremble. His other hand is cupping my ass while his fingers lift my skirt then slide over my drenched panties, grazing my folds slightly. I moan deeply and melt into him. My hands are in his hair as I’m trying to suck him into the deepest part of me causing a low rumble to come from deep in his chest making me vibrate and I feel it all the way to my sex. My hips grind into him demanding him to give me relief. His fingers only whisper over the soaking mound, teasing me. A sound like a whimper escapes my mouth and he swallows it whispering, “Ssshhh”. The bell dings announcing our arrival and being the gentleman that he is he straightens my skirt and makes me presentable before the doors open. My arousal is so intense, I know if he just breathes on my clit I’m going to shatter.
He guides me again with his hand on my back to his door. Stopping in front of it with the key card poised hovering over the slot, searching my face for hesitation, he says quietly with his deep seductive voice, “My name is Marco.”
“Of course it is,” I reply, the corner of my mouth lifting to a half wry smile.
Could he be anyone else?
Satisfied with my response and seeing the flush of desire over my face and chest after feeling the wetness of my wanting between my thighs, he smirks that incredulous sexy way. He opens the door and, again, waits for me to enter first.