“I want you,” I say to her. “Do you want me?”
She closes her eyes and grinds against me. “I do. More than anything.”
“If you want me so bad, why don’t you prove it?”
She stares up at me, her blue eyes shining behind long lashes. “How?”
I smile wickedly. “Give me your panties.”
The surprise on her face is priceless. Again her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. I wonder about the other pretty and pink parts of her perfect body. If I get my way, I’ll find out soon enough.
“I can’t …”
“You can—”
“No, I literally can’t,” she says. “I’m not wearing any.”
I choke on my own spit. Here I thought she’d been wearing a thong because there weren’t any panty lines, when all along she’s been completely naked under that dress.
My cock starts to throb, and I growl with lust, though she can’t hear it over the music. Every primal urge in me wants to tear that dress off of her.
“I don’t believe you,” I whisper into her ear. But I do believe her. I just want to find out for myself.
I feel her entire body start to shake as I run my hand down her hip until I reach the hem of her dress. Her eyes dart around, afraid we’ll get caught, but it’s too dark for anyone to see what we’re doing, and no one is paying attention anyway; they’re too busy doing their own naughty business, trying not to get caught.
My cock aches as my fingers find the smoothly waxed mound of her pussy. Her legs spread instinctively. It’s warm and wet and so inviting. I want to shove my face between her legs, smell the heady scent of her arousal, bury my tongue in those delicate folds. God, her pussy lips are like silk. I have to taste her.
I put my fingers to my lips after they’ve rubbed against her. She smells as sweet as I knew she would. Clean and fresh and horny as hell. That is the smell of a hole that is primed and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But she’s not ready for that just yet, so I have to bide my time. In the meantime, I’m going to see just how far she’ll let me go.
She watches with wide, intrigued eyes as I suck her juices off my fingers. “Delicious,” I say.
She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes as my fingers find their way back. This time I part her swollen lips and push my finger inside her. Holy shit, she’s tight. The walls of her cunt clamp around my finger. For a moment I wonder how my dick could possibly fit in her tiny opening.
Her body starts to shake, and she shivers as my finger thrusts into her body over and over again. Even with the music pumping, I can hear her high moans.
“Oh my God,” she hisses in my ear. “I never knew it could feel like this.”
“Honey,” I whisper back, “this is nothing.”
As soon as my thumb brushes against her hard clit, her muscles start to contract, and she drenches my hand.
I kiss her hard on the lips, keeping my fingers hooked and touching that special spot until her body finally calms down.
She pulls away, a bit shaky and looking stunned and a little confused. I’m just as confused because she seemed like she was really enjoying herself.
“I have to go,” she says.
“Wait,” I start to say, but she runs out of the club before I can stop her.
5
Channa
I flag down a cab outside of the club and head back to the house. I can’t believe that just happened. None of it was planned. I was just going to dance and flirt with Kain a bit, nothing serious. There’s no way I was going to let things go too far. Then I did. There’s something so alluring about him, it’s like I couldn’t help myself. Lust took over my body and I had no control.
I’ve never let a guy touch me like that before. Kissing is as far as I’ve ever gone, and even that didn’t go over so great. My first kiss was terribly awkward with a boyfriend I had in high school. He decided he was going to push himself on me and so I punched him in the face and never looked back. He ran his mouth, of course, and so I ended up with a reputation of being a cold bitch. I never argued about it, never tried to defend myself, which, in turn, left me dateless until college. I once tried again to go on a date, but the guy, again, decided to get pushy, and so again, I found all those years of kick boxing classes paying off. After that I shunned everyone, afraid of another repeat of bad past experiences.
Then I let Kain in, and God it was good. The feel of his lips, the sweet taste of scotch on his tongue. I was mesmerized by the sheer size of him, how powerful he looked. Unlike in college and high school, I doubt hitting him would stop him if he really wanted to take advantage of the situation, but no part of me wanted him to stop. This time, I wanted it. I craved it. I wanted to go too far.
When he touched me … holy shit, I was on fire. The feeling of his finger sliding inside of me was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Sure, I’ve masturbated and come, but it is not the same. I was able to let go and not think about anything but the pleasure radiating through my body. It felt as though I were floating and falling at the same time, a sense of completely letting go. And
