Denying the Bad Boy:Tattooed and Pierced, 2(15)

       
           



       

"Hey, you interested in me or something else?" They continued to dance,  but his mind was no longer in this, and it seemed neither was his body  since her sexual moves against him didn't even have his dick twitching.  The song switched to something more sensual, slower, and with more bass.  The crowd parted again, and that was when he saw a strip of peach  colored flesh amidst the form fitting dark dress. The flashes of lights  washed across her, highlighted the heavy tumble of dark hair atop her  head, and her killer ass body. But when she turned to the side slightly  and he saw her profile, everything inside of him stilled. His dick got  hard instantly when he saw that Mary stood just a few feet away from  him, her dancing drawing the attention of more than one asshole in the  club, his included. What was she doing here anyway, and dressed like she  wanted to be fucked? Shit, the whole, smooth expanse of her back was  exposed, and the twin feminine indents at the base of her spine beckoned  him. The material molded to her ass, and he doubted she wore panties.  Alex lifted his eyes again to her lower back, and loved that she  actually had hips, ones that he could hold onto as he pounded the shit  out of her. He had always been a sucker for a female's back, especially  those little dimples. The redhead pressed against him and moaned,  thinking his hard-on was for her.

"You're a big boy, aren't you?" She ran her hands up and down his arms,  and his skin tightened in distaste. She started moving her hand down his  stomach to his full blown erection, but before she could palm him he  gently gripped her wrist, stopping her. His eyes never left the almost  hypnotic sway of Mary's hips. Stepping away from the redhead, he started  moving through the dancing clubbers toward Mary. He didn't give a shit  when the redhead started calling out that he was an asshole, and he  certainly didn't give a fuck if anyone heard. All his focus was on Mary.  There was another girl dancing with her, this one with a mop of wild  blonde curls, but neither she nor any other chick in the club held his  fascination like Mary Trellis.

Mary's friend's eyes were closed, her head was thrown back, and her arms  moved to the beat of the music that surrounded them. Her friend seemed  to want to catch the attention of others by the blatantly sexual way she  danced. Mary, on the other hand, flowed with the music, didn't try to  catch anyone's attention, and was oblivious to the guys that were  staring at her like they wanted between her thighs in the worst kind of  way. Shit, he was one of those guys, but the difference between them and  him was that he was going to make it happen. Mary would be under him,  and he would have his dick inside of her. Rage boiled inside of him at  the thought of any of these pricks going after her, because she was too  good for them.

Fuck, she was too good for him, but that wasn't stopping him from moving  closer, or from reaching out to her and barely letting his finger run  down the length of her spine. She spun around, her eyes wide and her  pink, bow-like lips parted in surprise. If he didn't want her so fucking  badly he might have found her shock amusing. She was in a club after  all, one that wasn't ignorant of people screwing in the darkened corner,  or giving blow jobs under the tables.

Alex gave her a minute to turn away and leave, because that would have  been the smart thing to do, but after a second of her just staring at  him he took a step closer until their chests almost brushed. Her pupils  dilated instantly, and his damn dick grew even harder, which was saying a  hell of a lot since the damn thing felt like it couldn't get any  stiffer. He was a dirty fuck, one that had no business lifting his hand  and gently taking hold of her arm, but he did it anyway. He yanked her  forward, and she fell against him. Even with the noise all around them  he heard her gasp of surprise. The heat that came from her, and the way  her eyelids fluttered told him she was into this just as fucking bad as  he was. Leaning closer so their mouths were only separated by an inch,  Alex stared into her eyes.

"What are you doing here, Mary?"

He didn't phrase it as an accusation, but Tainted wasn't a place he ever  expected to see her. It might be a place he had come before looking for  a piece of ass, but it also was full of a lot of bullshit and a lot of  filth in the form of dirty hookups.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" She tried to sound angry,  but she had no heat in her voice, and also wasn't pushing him away.

He wrapped his hand around her waist and started moving with her to the  now slower, more erotic beat of music. "Dancing. It's what people do at  these places."

For just a moment she acted like she wanted to slap him, and that had  him smirking. She was feisty, and that turned him on. The flashes of  light that had previously swept across the dance floor were now absent  as the DJ took everything down a notch. Couples moved closer together,  started fucking each other with their mouths and tongues, and ground  their pelvises together. Although he thought she shouldn't be at a place  like this, he couldn't deny that the atmosphere, the look and smell of  her, and the way she had now melted against him made him damn happy he  found her here. His dick was a steel rod between them, pressed tightly  against her belly and all but throbbing in time with his pulse. "So, you  never answered me. What are you doing here?"                       
       
           



       

"Not that it's any of your business, but I came with my roommate." Alex  lifted his eyes over Mary's head and saw the blonde now moving slowly  with some guy with his lip pierced, a guy he had seen training at Frost  before. He turned his attention back to Mary, saw her staring at his  mouth, and nearly groaned aloud. "I thought you were going on a date?"  Her words were soft, breathy, but he heard them nonetheless. Taking his  other hand and sliding it over the small of her back, his breath  quickened as he touched her bare skin.

"Date?"

She slowly lifted her wide blue eyes to his, her pupils nearly swallowing the almost iridescent color like ink spilling over.

She blinked a few times, and he watched as her throat worked as she swallowed. "Adam said you had a date."

Damn Racer and his fucking mouth. There hadn't been a date, not the way  she was thinking. He had gone out for a fuck, that was all. There was no  dinner, no hand holding, and certainly no kisses on the cheek when he  dropped the girl off at home. He had a few condoms in his wallet, and  that was about as romantic as he got.

Staring into Mary's eyes, wanting so much to be the good guy and not  just Alex Sheppard, the quarterback that got laid a lot and didn't give a  shit about much else, was something he suddenly wanted for himself. He  let his gaze travel down her face, over the smooth, gentle arch of her  neck, and further still. The back of her dress may have been  nonexistent, but the front covered her up from mid-thigh to collarbones.  But even that didn't hide her curves, or the soft large mounds of her  breasts, ones that he wanted in his hands and mouth. His cock jerked  between them, and a small noise escaped her. Alex leaned in just a  little bit more until their lips barely brushed. He should stop, but was  he going to? Fuck. No.

"This is a very bad idea." She placed her hands on his chest and pushed,  but it held no real strength. "I'm not doing this with you, whatever  this is." The smell of something alcoholic and fruity brushed along his  lips, and that snapped him out of his trance. Her words should have been  the thing that made him realize this was a bad idea, but it wasn't.  Leaning back just an inch he looked into her face. Her eyes were half  closed, and her cheeks were flushed.

"You drunk, Mary?" She shook her head once, and then licked her lips.

She blinked s few times and tried to take a step back, but he kept his hand on her lower back. "Why do you care?"

"Mary, quit answering my questions with questions," he said on a growl.

"I had two drinks." Her breasts rose and fell, making the already tight  material snugger. He wanted her, and he needed to make sure she was  right there with him, and not only acting this way because of the  alcohol. He took another step back, and they stared at each other. It  was a bit surreal given the fact everything around them was still  moving, yet it was like they were in their own world.

They didn't know each other for that long, and him coming up to her like  this, touching her and pressing his hard cock into her belly was  inappropriate on every level.

When have you ever cared about what was appropriate? She may wear a  frown, look confused as to why she was even allowing him to luxury of  feeling her in such an intimate way, but she couldn't hide her body's  reaction to him. Her nipples were rock hard, and that was clearly  evident because she wore no bra. Her chest rose and fell forcefully, as  if she couldn't quite catch her breath. And he knew, without a fucking  doubt, that if he slid his fingers along her inner thigh and right up to  her cunt, she'd be wet as hell for him. But she didn't make any other  move to let him know she wanted to go the next step, and the fact he  could smell the alcohol on her, even if she wasn't stumbling around  drunk, had red flags going up inside of him like one huge stop sign.