Page 6 of The Gift
He smirks and it changes his face to hold-my-fucking-padded-panties stunning. His green eyes twinkle and intensify almost, deepening in colour. He goes from alluring to enigmatic. And I resemble a pufferfish as I blow a steady breath out, blow his faint masculine scent away too. He smells. He scents. He plumes. However you want to put it, he does it.
“You’re a lot more beautiful in person,” he offers. His voice is quieter than I anticipated, but it adds to those internal alarms blaring like an emergency beacon in my head. Abort! Fucking Run! Emergency!
I stand up, a little too quickly and I don’t miss the way his pupils dilate when I climb off my seat in such a hurry I would have flashed my very naked slit at him. Grabbing my bag without saying a word, I all but run to the ladies’ bathroom to get my shit together.
My hands are shaking. It’s sadly not my first run in with someone I don’t know. Perhaps being in the public, being on screen or online gives people a sense of ownership, blurring the lines between what is right and wrong. But boundaries are there for a reason, and I’m usually much better, more switched on too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all up for anonymous hook-ups, booty calls, a quick fuck anywhere, but I’m usually the huntress, and I’ve suddenly become the prey.
Now all I have to do is figure out if I like that or not.
Wetting the back of my neck, the heat that strums steady beats through my body isn’t all to blame on my run in with the stranger, nor is it to do with what happened earlier. I need to get laid, and that’s not me being a wanton hussy. It’s basic biology, hence my current lack of underwear. And there’s a part of my brain still working that whispers if we’re talking biology, we’re talking survival of the fittest. And that man out there is super-duper fit.
Trying any and all measures in my box of tricks to focus, I start fixing my hair. Long strokes of my brush, systematic almost to slow my racing, hungry pulse. Lipstick is next as I fuss and focus with more intensity, pausing a couple of times to stop the shake in my hand. Another spray of perfume, to muddle my own desperation under the synthetic mix of bergamot, citrus and jasmine, and I’m back in the game. Still without knickers on.
I move with a newfound purpose past my singing colleagues. Every step I take he watches me; I feel his attention, but I check a couple of times. Each time I look, he’s sipping on his cocktail with his wicked lips that lift tantalisingly.
“Bad idea meet stupid idea,” I murmur softly to myself as my feet take me straight back to him, and his lips break into a smile as I look again.
There is literally no way he’ll be able to scent or taste me, but there’s always this voice in my head that dares challenge in that statement. I’ve tested the theory a few times over and having a ‘session’ if you can call it that with my donor earlier adds solid weight to the theory. It still makes me nervous. But even nervous and cautious doesn’t stop me tonight.
My feet barely pause as I get near him, close enough for me to climb him if I wanted. Shit I think I do. “Explain to me your earlier comment.” It nearly comes out as a bark, and his shoulders rock as he looks me over, slowly this time.
“I’m not a fan per say, everyone knows you. Although, I want toknowyou,” he murmurs, and his words rumble out of him before he takes another sip, more relaxed than I am. Or he’s a better actor.
Around us, the world keeps turning and the lights dim lower as the karaoke finishes and people start dancing. It goes from casual bar to nightclub in a few short minutes. The floor starts to bounce as almost everyone gets up straight away to dance. The music is hypnotic, or it could be me getting more desperate by the second.
Leaving him to finish off his drink, I move through the swarm of people racing towards the dance floor, over to Bria, my favourite waitress.
“What’s the go?”
“Platinum card, showed his ID at the front. Let me hold your bag and go suss it out. Gavin is on security. What’s got your senses buzzing? You’re not usually this wound up?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur, turning around and rubbing the back of my sensitive neck. “It’s not warning bells in my head. Not really, like I don’t feel weirded out.”
“Go dance. One dance and you’ll know.” She laughs over from serving a customer, and I leave her and her advice behind. And then I’m in front of him, reaching out and grabbing his hand on the way through.
His touch is firm, but I lead us into the thickest part of the crowd. People are moving, some like they’re born to dance, others awkwardly. The atmosphere is changing, it’s evolving so quickly it coats my skin like a fine, sweet mist.
Even without laying a hand down, I can feel the way he surrounds me. His size makes it so he towers over the top, but he’s bending down talking dirty in my ear between the briefest of pauses in the beat. His scent stirs, reminds me of decadent dark chocolate, and being this close to him brings a taste on my tongue. It adds to the feeling like I’m being touched all over.
I know without a doubt who is controlling us, if I didn’t feel comfortable I’d get lost in the crowd. I know it, so does he. It helps but at the same time I guess I left my earlier reservations behind. It’s not the champagne or my need making me act, it’s all my comfort, my desire.
Grabbing one of his hands, I drop it on my hip as I sway from side to side, closing my eyes. His fingers clench and he drags me so there is no space between us. He knows what he wants—he’s been watching for the signs and signals and now he’s acting on them. As he spins me, my hands slam on his chest so I don’t fall on my ass. He smiles and it oozes confidence and heat. With hooded eyes, he swoops in low and hesitantly giving me the chance to go, but I reach up, searching for his lips.
Keeping my eyes open, I watch as his iris change colour to midnight black as his lips meld with mine. He pulls back, but I chase him. And then I swallow the groan he makes as I snake my arms up around the back of his neck and hold him to taste him properly. His hands slip under my jacket, his fingers skimming over my skin until his arms criss-cross over my back and he slams our bodies together.
The room could be on fire, it definitely feels like it is. I’ve lost spatial awareness taking from him. But he gives back as much as I take.
His hand splays over my ass possessively, and my eyes close. He nibbles up my jaw, stopping at my ear so I can hear him groan as he rocks his steel hard length against my stomach. The second he suggests we go somewhere more private, I kiss him hard before taking his hand, leading him down the dark hall that only employees should use.
We’re hands and teeth, the both of us completely lost in what we’re doing, wound up so tight in the intensity of each other, but it feels right and I’m not stopping. Turning a corner, he pushes me up against a door, hitching my leg over his forearm as I battle with his belt. His fingers dance along my inner thigh, leaving a scalding trail as he slows down, his touch pressing at the seam of my legs as he begs for permission.
“Condom?” I whisper into his mouth, answering, telling, commanding what I want.
And he drops a hand away, catching his wallet before his pants fall open. Handing the pack to me, he bites it with his teeth, not stopping his fingers peeling me open. I pitch up on my tippy toes, needing the space. His touch is as addictive as it is mind-blowingly distracting.
We’re both a mess of noise and heavy breathing, his forehead pushing against mine by the time I sheath the rubber down his long length. Once on, I tease him, running my hand up and down his cock like he’s been doing to my pussy. He snarls, swishing my hand off him so he can move inside. But he teases me with his tip so I’m a whimpering mess. The tip of his cock is more of a tease than he is, and he watches me as he toys with the both of us, pushing an inch in, pulling back, surging forward, dragging back.
“So wet,” he murmurs, dropping his hand to my hip as he pulls his whole length out, driving in even slower. “You must have been dripping for me on the dance floor.”
