Savage Unapologetic(84)

"Sure, Juan, two, three." My cackling kept on as he led me away from the madness of the dance floor.

The backyard opened to a wide sprawling garden. Rose bushes lined the huge perimeter. Several nooks lined the sides with a few intricately designed grottos. He took me to one that was designed like a garden fairy nook. There were a few people there, but the moment they saw Juan, they scampered away and wished him a good evening.



       
         
       
        

Everywhere I looked, the neon swirls followed. It left a trail of gold dust. If I stayed put for too long, the colors got bigger and larger, as if they would consume me.

"Are you okay?" Juan asked as he led me to the left side where a cove was located with a large circular lounge section. It was surrounded by candles and heady number of roses. This was a perfect place to curl up and read a good book.

It took a good amount of time until I could fully focus on Juan's face. He didn't look too pleased as he led me to the lounge area and sat me down.

"Stay here. I'm getting you water. No more alcohol."

"You're no fun." I pouted as I watched him walk away. And in no time, my throat began to close up again from severe dehydration.

When I saw a passing waiter through the rose bushes, I skittered towards him and took two shots of tequila. I downed one, immediately feeling much better before deciding to save the other. I placed the shot glass on the flattened boulder that was used as a table.

Juan came back, and when he saw what I'd been doing, he threw me a cutting glare. "You're going to regret that." He sighed before joining me on the lounge. "Drink." He handed me a huge bottle of water.

I drastically drank it, spilling water on my dress, and on the last sip, some escaped my lips before it trickled down the valley of my cleavage. Mindlessly, I used my middle finger to scoop the water from my chest before bringing it to my lips and sucked on it.

Juan's eyes darkened as he stared at me, aroused.

"Cariña  … " he groaned.

"Argh, cariño," I moaned, mimicking him.

The music loudly thumped in the background. When Rihanna came on, I got up and began dancing. My body felt insane, like I was floating. I could barely feel the weight of my body. My skin tingled. And when I closed my eyes, everything intensified as I slowly swayed to the beat, rocking and rolling my hips. My senses became bombarded with different vibrations. I must say that it felt wonderful.

"She dances like Salome, and she expects me to behave  … " Juan whined somewhere in the background.

With my eyes shut, I could picture him on the cozy, circular cushion, gawking at me as if I was something to be savored.

"Cara por favor, you're being unkind."

A mischievous smile spread my lips before I stopped dancing and diverted my attention to the bothered man. My skin felt flushed as I coyly looked at him. "Do you find me hot, cariño?"

"You take my breath away, Cara." His throat bobbed, eyeing me as if I was the most enchanting thing he had ever seen.

"Dance with me." I held out my hand, but he didn't take it. Instead, he came up behind me, placed a hand over my waist, and held me close. 

We swayed, lost in our own little world, as he grazed my neck with his lips. It was a brush first, then another, before his warm tongue darted out, teasing my skin. "Cara  … "

His hardness sat against my ass, and he made sure I felt it each time we rocked our hips. He rubbed the side of my thigh as he breathed down on my neck. My skin was so sensitive that, in no time, he already had me panting.

He then spun me around to face him, parting my thighs before he hooked my left leg over his thigh as he rubbed his hardness against my heat. Our dancing continued, both focused on the friction that our bodies created, as Juan began to gradually direct us towards the inside of the cover, hiding us from the passing crowd.

His eyes bore on mine, devouring me. "This is how I have been ever since I met you. Hard and aching  …  for you, cariña." He made his point known as he shoved his burgeoning member against my covered mound. He felt good. Too good.

"I'm not having sex with you. I like the foreplay, but I'm never having sex with you," I whispered in his ear, dead set on what I wanted. I might have been high and drunk, but my mind still managed to function.

He didn't say a word as he pulled me closer against his hard-on. He sought between my thighs before he groaned appreciatively. "Always so wet  … "

His ministration sent spasms all over me before he nudged my thong to the side.