The paneling and women alike would definitely melt, his mussed-up hair and undone tie looking like he’d just finished a romp in the bathroom. His chest was bared by open shirt buttons, his formerly pressed suit now deliciously unpolished. I was surprised I hadn’t melted already being so close to him.
“Is that so?” I glanced around the room, a few women already taking note of the handsome hunk by my side. The same handsome hunk that held my hand in his. “Well, time to melt the walls off this place. Let’s dance.”
He took me up on the offer, leading me through the crowd to the dance floor. Every slow stride showed off an ass from the gods, his suit pants hugging him in all the right places. It took everything in me to keep from gaping in awe.
Music blasted overhead, the cheap sound system crackling every so often, just as it had back in college. It didn’t matter, because as soon as we found a spot between two biker babes, it was on.
We’d gone out plenty of times in the past, but normally we danced with other people, never one another. Anytime we came close, it always seemed like something came between us. But now we were together, and our energy was more than electric.
Ethan was every bit as sexy as he’d joked, his long, lean body moving like magic. His hands planted on my hips, my arms stretching to loop around his neck, our faces inches apart. We weren’t just dancing - we were testing the waters, his breath fanning across my lips as our bodies rocked together.
Song by song, we kept up the relentless rhythm, a perfect fit to one another. As the songs slipped into the sexier side, our bodies moved closer, his hips rolling against mine to fan flames neither of us would be able to control after long. It felt like a fairytale, the dream I’d had for so long finally coming true.
Just as soon as it had started, the seductive music was doused with a slow dance, not that it cooled any of our heat, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me close, our mouths a heartbeat apart as we swayed back and forth. I could’ve stayed there forever in his arms, locking eyes with the man I adored, the best friend I wanted in so many ways.
And the moment his lips touched mine, all bets were off, the inferno that had been building all night engulfing us both.
Ethan
If I wasn’t such a fucking idiot, I would’ve said no to dancing with Kee. In fact, I wouldn’t have laid a hand on her to begin with, even if it’d started with something as innocent as her arm in mine.
But no, not only had I danced with her, I ground against her like an animal on the dance floor, letting her know just how much I wanted her. And as if that wasn’t enough, I topped off the pile of poor decisions by not just kissing her - but devouring her.
It was so right that it hurt. Her in my arms. The warmth in my chest. How she tasted. The soft sighs between kisses. It was everything I feared would happen and more.
It was also precisely why we had to leave, the woman of my dreams desperately trying to keep up on my arm as we hurried to the T. I faked a headache to get out of small talk, and luckily after the long night, she wasn’t so chatty anyway.
And as we stepped into her apartment, I knew exactly what I had to do, the only thing that would protect us both. I waited in the living room while she changed and tucked her in once she was ready, the queen-sized platform bed nestled between two walls.
Her newly-freed curls blew in the breeze of the rickety window air conditioner above, her eyes more closed than open as the excitement of the night caught up to her. “Thank you for taking me tonight, Eth,” she murmured, voice beginning to grow foggy with sleep.
“I’m glad you came.” I meant every word despite the boulder looming overhead. The one that would crush me alive once I walked out her front door. “Get some sleep. It’s getting late.”
The alarm clock on her dresser read 1:00 AM, but knowing Kee, I wasn’t entirely sure it was right. Her microwave had the wrong time listed for as long as we’d known one another.
“I want you to touch me,” she breathed, fingers rubbing lazy circles along my arm, her eyes holding mine hostage. Every inch of me tuned in to her words, cock rising to meet the challenge. She noticed too, her hand sliding to grab me through my pants, fingers snaking around the shaft. “Please.”
It took everything in me to keep from coming right there, her fingers feeling like heaven wrapped around me. A simple touch reduced years of sexual bravado to that of an inexperienced youth, back when wet dreams and class woodies dominated my days.
At the same time, I came face to face with the inevitable, whispers of tomorrow tickling my ear. It was my last time in her apartment. My last time seeing her. It didn’t matter anymore. I’d already broken the rules. I might as well enjoy it.
So I did.
I stroked her cheek, her face leaning in to my touch. I skimmed my hand down her neck, her body stiffening as it fanned across her chest, the thin tank top doing little to shield the stiff peaks of her nipples. I stroked each, both of us watching my hand caress them before falling to the hem, hiking the shirt over her head with one quick tug.
There sat my world, topless and entranced, her pouty lips parted as she stared up at me with eyes blazing, the sleepiness gone
