"Yes," she moaned.
Gripping the door handle, I slammed us into her apartment and stalked toward her bedroom. She fussed with the buttons of my shirt as I knocked us into walls. Her lips were on mine, and I felt starved even though we just ate. It was a hunger that I never seemed to be able to stop.
Slamming into her bedroom door, I almost tripped as I dropped us to the bed. My body bounced against the mattress with hers on top of mine. She straddled me as I ripped her shirt over her head. Her breasts were encased in a tiny, black lace bra that barely held the skin beneath.
I ran my thumb across her nipple covered in lace and watched her skin break out in goosebumps.
Flipping us over, I grinded my hips into hers before I stood up and pulled my shirt over my head. Erica was shimmying out of her jeans as I kicked mine off my legs.
Her panties were the same thin black lace, and I wanted to dive straight into the flesh that I knew was hidden beneath. Instead, I slowly backed up and sat in the small chair she had sitting directly across from her bed.
"What are you doing?" She raised up onto her elbows.
"I told you that I'm going to watch you touch yourself." I pulled my cock out of my pants and slowly stroked my hand up and down as her eyes tracked my movements.
I ran my thumb over the tip and gathered the moisture before running it down my length. She kept her eyes on me but didn't move.
"Erica," I growled.
She looked up at me and her breathing was coming in and out rapidly.
"Show me what you do when you're home alone thinking about me. Tell me what you think about."
Her small hand shook as she ran it up her stomach and began kneading her breast. Her confidence from earlier seemed to be disappearing. Her eyes closed and she bit the corner of her lip.
"What are you thinking about?" My hand was leisurely moving up and down.
"I'm thinking about," her voice started to fade.
"Don't be embarrassed. It's just me. Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking about your rough hands on my skin. I love the way your calluses feel against my skin."
I watched as she dragged her hand down her stomach. "You run your hand down my body as your breath blows across my skin. It starts as a tease. Your touch is light but calculated. As your hand reaches my panties, I hold my breath in anticipation, but you don't make me wait. Your fingers curl into the front of my panties and you rip them from my body."
Her hand dipped into her panties as her inhibitions seem to leave her. I stood up from where I was sitting and walked slowly toward her. Her fingers were circling her small bud easily, and I knew she was wet for me.
She didn't hear me approach. Her head was still leaning back and her eyes were clamped shut. Reaching my hand just above hers, I grasped the thin material of her panties and quickly ripped them at the sides. Her back arched off her bed giving me an amazing view of her body as she let out a deep moan.
"Then what would I do?" I watched as her hand moved faster and faster against her slick skin.
"When you see that I'm dripping wet for you, you flip my body over and slide into me from behind."
My plan was to set back and watch her, but she had ruined my plans. There was no way I could just sit back and watch this without touching her.
Leaning on my knee at the end of the bed, I gripped her hips and easily flipped her small body over onto her stomach. Pulling her onto her hands and knees, I lined myself up and slid into her body just as she imagined in her fantasy.
I began pumping into her, and her lust-filled voice filled the air. "You fill your hand with my hair, and my back arches from the pressure." I followed her instruction and grabbed her curls in my hand.
I was so turned on that I could barely control myself as she met me thrust for thrust with her sexy back arched underneath me. I had never liked a woman who took control in the bedroom, but what Erica was doing wasn't taking control. She was confiding in me. She was letting me into her fantasies, and I was more than happy to help make them true.
Kat and Blake were picking me up. Gabe didn't act too thrilled with the idea, but I had already made these plans with Kat. We were going out to celebrate Cash's birthday, and we were going to a club that I had only been to one other time.
I stood in the mirror and took a look at myself. My hair was a wild mess of curls that worked perfectly with my dark smoky makeup. My thin, black satin dress seemed somewhat conservative from the front, revealing only a small amount of cleavage. My back was where the dress impressed. The back of the dress was so low that it barely sat above my ass. The only thing obscuring the view of my back were the two thin straps that crossed along the curve of my spine. The dress made it impossible to wear a bra. I looked down my back to my feet that rocked a kick ass pair of black heels.
I felt good. I felt sexy. I was on a mission to impress Gabe tonight. He had been so amazing lately, but I was worried how he would act when we were out with everyone. It's something he used to do even when we were just friends. He would act one way when we were alone, but he would pull away as soon as everyone was around us. I'd be damned if he thought he was going to act like that anymore.
When there was a knock at my door, I pulled the door open and leaned my hip against it.
"Hey there, hot stuff." I wagged my eyebrows at my best friend. She was dressed in a tight, red dress that looked amazing on her and her kickass curves.
"Hello, yourself. Are you looking for a man tonight?" She eyed me up and down playfully.
"Maybe … " I trailed off.
I turned around to grab my jacket off the couch and heard her gasp. I smiled at myself because that was the exact reaction I was looking for.
"Gabe is so screwed." She started laughing as I exaggeratingly swayed my hips on the way out the door.
I was thanking God that Blake was with us when we walked into the club. Every inch of space within the club was taken up by drunk guys, flirty girls, and dancing bodies. Blake pushed our way through the crowd and moved us toward the bar.
I spotted Gabe right away. He was leaning his back against the bar with a beer in his hand. Johnny and Cash were standing beside him, and there was a group of women already surrounding them. He didn't seem particularly interested in them, but he also wasn't pushing them away. A tall brunette stood in front of him and was far too interested in what she saw. She put her hand on his chest, and he smiled down at her. I saw red.
I had never been territorial before, and my instant reaction startled me. I obviously didn't have my guard up high enough when it came to Gabe.
Grabbing Kat's hand, I smiled at her and nodded my head to the dance floor. One of our favorite songs were on, and I knew she was dying to get out there. She nodded her head and then spoke into Blake's ear.
He lifted his chin at us and then continued to where the boys stood. I didn't dare glance back over toward Gabe. Kat and I walked hand in hand to the packed dance floor and found a small space for us. We instantly began moving our hips and getting lost in the music. It was one of the things Kat and I had in common. We both loved to dance.
Kat was bumped from behind by some drunk guy who was dancing like a fool for the girl in front of him.
We couldn't help laughing with him after he helped Kat steady herself. Kat looked up over my shoulder at what I assumed was Blake and shooed her hand. The guy was harmless, but of course, Blake was ready to rip his head off. She smiled down at me and we continued to dance.
My calves started to burn after a few more minutes of dancing, and I leaned into Kat to tell her that we needed a quick break. I stopped short though when a cool hand grazed the small of back. I instantly knew it wasn't Gabe. Gabe's touch would instantly set my body on fire, but all I wanted was for this hand to get off me.
I turned my body toward the man touching me and pulled his hand away from my back. I was momentarily stunned by how good looking he was. He was tall and fit, and he had warm, brown eyes that matched his brown hair. What truly stunned me though was how I compared everything about him to Gabe. He was handsome, but his eyes didn't pierce into me with just one look. He was fit, but I couldn't see muscles outlined by his clothes.
He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Would you like to dance?"
He voice was smooth, but the gruffness didn't send chills down my back.
I opened my mouth to answer him, but I was suddenly pulled back into a hard wall. A hard wall that I instantly melted into because I knew that possessive touch was Gabe's.