Beautiful Burn(36)

I drove the entire way back to my apartment with one hand on the wheel and the other flirting with the hem of Auburn's dress while she worked my pulsing cock in her hand, bringing me to the edge of release before backing off, teasing and tantalizing in the best possible way.

We rushed up the steps to my front door after eleven and while I shoved the key in the lock, Auburn's hand dusted along the rough fabric of my pants, making my cock twitch and ache. I flicked on the lights as she tossed her bag on the floor and bent to take off a heel.

“Leave the heels. Everything else goes.” I shrugged out of my coat as I watched her with eagle eyes. “Strip for me,” I instructed.

Auburn’s eyes widened and her chest moved with accelerated breaths. “I need music.” She snatched her phone and scrolled before a slow half smile curved her lips. I poured a glass of whisky and settled on the couch as she dimmed the lights. Perfect. I took a sip of my drink.

Low base tones rung out in the space before higher notes were added and a rhythm came out that Auburn began to rock her hips to. She sauntered to me, fingertips dancing inside the hem of her neckline. She leaned, inched the fabric down, showing me her cleavage, and then backed away again. Her hips worked a slow rhythm as her eyelids fell and her muscles relaxed as she settled into the song.

When the chorus hit I understood her smile. She’d chosen a heavily remixed version of Britney’s Spears’ I’m a Slave 4 U. Jesus, she knew how to tango with innuendo. I should have known by the opening lines of the song, I know I may be young... My cock pounded with the promise of delayed gratification.

Auburn turned on one heel and reached to the floor, the leather of her hemline riding up so high on her thighs my cock nearly exploded for anticipation. I palmed my aching erection when her hips twisted with the beat of the music and she righted herself. She was slowly pushing the stiff fabric down her torso, the soft folds shining in the dim light of the large room. She nearly took my breath away when the fabric worked it’s way down her hips and revealed not only her elegant back, but the dip of her waist and the gentle slope of her hips that melted into the rounded curves of her ass. She unzipped the side zip enough to let the leather hang loose around her waist. She turned, her dark hair curtaining around her shoulders in soft waves, palms barely covering her breasts. Her eyes sparkled and gleamed as she took me in, pupils flashing from my eyes to my cock and back up again.

“Let me see it,” she whispered when she came close and leaned into my ear. Without touching me she slid her body in front of my chair and then turned and bent at the waist, hands around her ankles, working their way up her calves. When my gaze hit her thighs I chastised myself for not going straight for the money shot to begin with. Fuck her ankles.

As my eyes focused she stepped away, teasing me, not offering up the only place I wanted to be at this exact moment. I sucked in a long breath and worked open my pants as she turned and finally grasped that little glint of metal of her dress and pulled it down the remaining teeth.

The leather fell in a heap at her feet, and there my beautiful girl stood in heels and nothing else. “Fuck,” I grunted as I fisted my cock in my hands and ran up the length, anxious for this fucking song to end so I could finally have her.

“Auburn.” I muttered as she stepped to me, bent her body into elegant forms I didn’t know possible, and kept in beat with the music at every turn. She dipped and was suddenly in my space, her hair curtaining around both of us, yet our bodies not touching. I inhaled every breath with her, felt every breath wash my skin, and yet we didn’t touch. My heart stood suspended, waiting for next. I thought I might have a heart attack for desire.

“Yes, Mr. West?”

Oh, sweet fuck. My heart slammed to a halt.

I pushed her out the balcony doors before I could think twice. I turned her to face the golden glow of downtown, confident that we wouldn't be seen at this time of night, hidden in shadow. All my synapses fired at a heightened level, the lust, desire, and need coursing through my body had my muscles strung tight. Auburn’s hands clenched around the wrought iron of the railing and held tightly as I positioned her before the thought crossed my mind that I wanted her face. Her eyes.

“Turn around.” I grunted and spun her hips. Her hair brushed across my face and my cock pounded as if she’d touched me with a flame. “I want to see you.” I informed, pushing her against the wall of the building.

“I want you, right here.” I pinned her against the wall with my hips and cupped her neck in my palm. My fingertips kneaded and pressed, made sure she couldn’t get away. There was no lovemaking here, this was raw, unbridled. Lust, passion, sex, need, and desire to the nth degree.