A Perfect Fit(13)

 

 

 

With eyes half closed, she parted her lips and moved her hands over her body in a caressing way. It didn’t take Marissa long to put herself in another place. Music often did that to her. It renewed her tired body, made her feel alive, and energized again. She moved as if she was the only one there. What was that saying? Dance like no one is watching. She moved freely and wildly, letting the county song consume her soul, letting it make love to her senses. She momentarily forgot where she was until the song ended and the beat throbbing in her blood stopped.

 

 

 

Breathing heavy, Marissa stopped and opened her eyes. Beau was standing in front of her. She gasped and stepped back. A mask of angry arousal twisted his features. The look in his eyes was frighteningly predatory. Another song started, something slow and mellow. She looked around for Val, finding her in the arms of a man, swaying to the new melody.

 

 

 

“Dance with me.”

 

 

 

Beau didn’t give Marissa a choice. He took her into his arms, crushed her against his hard body, and slowly began to move. She didn’t really want to resist him. Her blood was still pulsing from Country Girl, and being in his strong arms made her feel vibrant. The subtle friction of his chest against her nipples caused them to rise and harden, and that in turn caused a pleasant flutter that traveled down to her pussy.

 

 

 

“Did you enjoy teasing me?” His voice was close to Marissa’s ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine.

 

 

 

She decided not to deny it. Savoring her power over him. “Yes.”

 

 

 

“Well I hope you enjoy the consequences.” It was a threat, clear and simple.

 

 

 

She laughed, wondering what he could do to her in a public place. Then she caught her breath when Beau wedged his leg between hers. With every step they took, her tingling pussy was captive against his hard thigh. And there was no denying his cock was hard, moving against her, letting her know he was just as stimulated. She moaned softly and arched into him, lost, wishing her clit could get the same action. She closed her eyes and let her senses go with the wild emotions churning inside her. It shocked her to the core that she wanted him to make her come, right there on the dance floor.

 

 

 

“No!” she gasped, pulling slightly away from Beau, because suddenly it was possible, and that scared the crap out of her. She began to look around, hoping no one was paying them any attention while cursing her temporary madness.

 

 

 

The bump and grind they were doing might have been in sync with the music, but it was no less effective to her libido. He started to force his thigh up against her pussy so hard that her aching clit began to reap the benefits. The pressure inside her began to build. She closed her eyes, but all that did was emphasize the crazy situation between them.

 

 

 

“I told you I don’t play games,” He grated, as if sensing Marissa’s turmoil.

 

 

 

Yes, he had. But it didn’t really matter now. Marissa was beyond caring. She was aroused and coming was the only thing on her mind. She let Beau extract his particular brand of punishment on her, whimpering as a powerful orgasm brewed inside her, twisting her emotions. Her breathing escalated and she braced herself, trembling wildly against him. Just as she was about to let go the music stopped, and Beau stepped away from her.

 

 

 

Noooo! She almost fell to her knees.

 

 

 

“Let me know when you’re ready.”

 

 

 

Ready? She was ready now, damn him! Her jaw dropped open with disbelief. She stood there, shaking, on the very pinnacle of climaxing, and he calmly walked away? Bastard! It took Marissa a few seconds to realize she was still standing on the dance floor while everyone else had returned to his or her table. Beau made it back to his stool, where he picked up his beer and took a long swallow. Even from her distance, she could see the tick in his jaw.

 

 

 

“He is a big one,” Val remarked when Marissa made her way back to their table on unsteady legs.

 

 

 

“A big jerk,” Marissa hissed, knowing immediately Val was talking about Beau.

 

 

 

Val laughed. “I think you’ve met your match, sweetie.”

 

 

 

Marissa frowned. She didn’t want to hear the truth and played stupid. “What? I don’t know what you mean.”

 

 

 

Her friend shrugged. “I watched the way he was moving against you. You think you’re the only woman that’s been danced to an orgasm?”