“There’s no time for pleases, just thank you’s.”
“Thank you’s?”
“When I make you come, you can thank me.” He looked smug. “Each and every time.”
“Each and every time?” I swallowed hard as I reached up to pull a strap down.
“Each. And. Every. Time.” He said pronouncing each word carefully and clearly as he stood up.
“I see.” My hand froze on my upper arm as I gazed at him, his body exuding confidence and power. This was a man that was used to getting what he wanted. A man that would normally annoy me.
“Don’t worry. I have enough condoms.” He grinned and nodded towards the table.
“You planned this?” I frowned. Had it been his plan to seduce someone at the wedding? Did it not even matter who I was.
“No.” He smirked, his eyes firm as he gazed at me. “I didn’t plan this. In fact this is rather inconvenient for me.”
“This is inconvenient for you?”
“Yes.” He nodded, his hand now on top of mine and guiding my dress strap down. “I really have other things to be worrying about right now.”
“Instead of hooking up you mean?”
“Correct. This wasn’t a part of the plan.”
“I see.” I said slightly sullenly, though I was happy that I wasn’t just the girl for the night.
“It wasn’t part of my plan for this weekend, but I’m adaptable when I’m around a beautiful girl.” He moved in closer to me and reached for my other bra strap. “What happened to your friend by the way?”
“My friend?”
“The loud girl you were with at the wedding?”
“Oh Alice.” I laughed. “She went home.”
“I hope she’s not mad that I stole you away for the night.”
“No, she’s not mad.” I shook my head and grinned. “She’s happy that I’m getting laid.”
“Oh?” He reached behind me and I felt my zipper being pulled down.
“I’m not the sort of girl that normally has a one night stand.”
“Oh?” He paused and frowned as he looked at me. “This isn’t going to be —”
“Don’t worry.” I cut him off. “I don’t think this is anything more than one night.”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” He pulled the front of my dress down to my waist and stared at my bra covered breasts and whistled.
“Trust me, I’m not getting any impression.”
“Good.” He nodded, his hands now undoing my bra. “I’m not the sort of man that you want to get involved with.”
“Good to know.” I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples. “I’m not the sort of girl you want to get involved with either.” I moaned as he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked. “Ooh.” I cried out and pulled his hair.
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s what?” I groaned as he pulled his mouth away.
“Why don’t I want to get involved with you?” His eyes looked into mine curiously.
“I’m trouble.” I lied and pushed his head back down to my other breast.
“Oh really?” He grinned and his eyes flashed with some indistinguishable emotion as he took my other nipple into his mouth.
“Oh yeah.” I lied again and closed my eyes. “I’m trouble with a capital T.”
“I like girls that are full of trouble.” He mumbled against my skin. “I like to make bad girls good.” He nibbled on my nipple and sucked so hard that I felt a jolt of desire flash from my head to my toes.
“Then you better get started.” I giggled and he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
“Oh, I’m ready to get started alright.” He dropped me on the bed and then leaned forward and pulled my dress all of the way off. He groaned as he stared at my naked body, the lust in his eyes evident. “No panties, you little slut.” He grinned at me.
“You took my panties.” I protested as he laughed. “And I’m not a slut.”
“I’m not a pimp so I don’t care.” He pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Six.” I muttered to myself with a half-smile.
“What?” He frowned at me as he undid his belt buckle.
“You have a six pack, not an eight pack.” I pointed at his stomach as I squirmed on the bed.
“Does that matter?” He fell on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand and ran it down his chest and abs.
“Hmmm, let me think.” I ran my fingers across his chest and I felt the heat emanating from his skin seeping into mine. Holy shit, he was perfection in a six foot two bottle.