“Do you want to know, Lauren? What I want to do to you?”
I didn’t say a word, I already knew. My answer was delivered by pressing my hips closer to his.
His lips were almost touching mine, hovering close enough to feel the warm puff of his breath. I felt his muscular chest rise and fall with not an inch of air between our bodies. “Kiss me.” I begged him in my mind. Just when I thought he was about to, he veered away and then his breath was in my ear. I practically whimpered, dying to feel his kiss. He pushed a hand up my back, twisting his fingers into the hair at the back of my head, then whispered, “I’m going to take those lips of yours and fill my mouth with them. Then you’ll feel my tongue thrusting into you.” I let out a moan as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and then pulled back with a little flick of his tongue.
“Would you like that?” I couldn’t answer, my throat was so dry. My head was spinning and all I wanted to do was melt into his strong chest and let him do what he really wanted to do—fuck me.
“I don’t think Chip would mind, do you? What’s one little kiss between old friends?” My thoughts were lost in the fog in my head. I couldn’t pull away. All I could do was press against him again, encouraging him to continue. Even hearing Chip’s name didn’t break the spell.
His hand traced down my neck and to my collarbone, sparking a trail of tingles as it scratched my skin, all the way down to the low cut neck of my dress. He hooked a finger under its edge and pulled out the fabric for a clear view of my breasts.
“Then I’ll run my hands over your breasts and watch your nipples get hard and ready for me to suck. Would you like that too, Lauren?” He released his finger and when the fabric snapped back in place, my knees nearly buckled.
It was difficult to remain standing as his words sparked images in my mind. He was clever with his choice of words, deliciously clever. Our barely visible movement and the tingles of adrenaline racing through my body made it difficult to continue our mockery of the slow dance. We were locked tightly together, body against body, hardly swaying at all. No one in the club cared, or noticed. In their estimation, we were just another drunken couple in the corner, groping each other, needing to get a room.
He ran his hand farther down my side and down for a quick swirl over my butt. As it roamed the lower half of my body, my breath hitched in anticipation of which part of my body he’d touch next.
I chastised myself for wanting this now. I should’ve gone for Aedyn years ago and then I wouldn’t have to make this decision now, with thoughts of cheating stabbing at my mind. I saw the way he looked at me earlier when he was grinding on Raquel. It was sinfully tempting. I shut my eyes briefly, knowing that when I opened them, I’d be facing the choice I was about to make.
With his hands all over me, and my heart pounding out of my chest I knew that if I gave in to my desires, our status would change forever. We wouldn’t be friends anymore. We’d be lovers and I’d be a whore.
I pulled back breathlessly, “Aedyn…” It was more of a warning than anything else. His eyes searched mine. “I don’t know if I can be held accountable…”
He puts a finger to my lips “Shhh.” He pulled me to the side, to a place even further removed from the crowd and pushed me back against the wall.
“I’m not finished,” he growled. “I want to fuck you, Lauren. I’ve wanted to fuck you since high school. I haven’t finished telling you how badly that teenage boy wanted to put his cock inside your young little pussy. How much the grown man wants to now.”
He covered my body with his. His hand darted under my short skirt and he grabbed my wet panties. He hissed, “I’m going to put my finger in you and then my cock and make you scream my name.” He snatched his hand away and trailed his wet finger over my lip. “Would you like that?” He then placed that finger in his mouth.
With my eyes still locked on his all I could do was blink and nod, captivated by his words; his movements. His eyes were dark and hungry; he was hot for me, I could feel it. Or was he angry? I wasn’t sure. Was this his unique brand of fiery hot foreplay? Or was this payback for when I turned him down in high school? Whatever it was, I was completely at his mercy now, helpless against his alluring advances. The raging hormones burning through my brain cells were making it too difficult for rational decisions and my scruples had turned to dust. He had teased me to my limit.
I wanted him now. I’d deal with regrets later.
I grabbed his head with both of my hands and crushed his lips to mine. He devoured me. Twisting into the kiss and deepening it, thrusting his tongue hard and fast, pressing the length of his body against mine. He thrust his hands into my hair and pulled until my head fell back and my mouth was free of his. My arms dropped and rested on his shoulders. I was panting freely, as I opened my eyes and looked into his, dark with desire. His lips were parted, his breath was heavy and all he said was, “Not here.”