“I’ll start with a Stiff Dick Shooter and finish with a Fuck On The Floor.” I cracked up laughing and dropped my head, Geez he was good. Blondie stifled a giggle and said she’d be right back with our drinks. Bringing myself back together, I thought I’d try and play his game as best I could.
“Can I try your Stiff Dick?” He endeavoured to keep his cool, but evidence of him breaking was sneaking through.
“Can you handle my Stiff Dick?” I fought very hard to stop myself smiling but it was excruciatingly difficult.
“I can handle your Stiff Dick and a Fuck On The Floor but can you handle my Mind Fuck and Sex Up Against The Wall?” I licked my lips, he clenched both his fists and burned me with his want, I kept my eyes locked on his.
“Good things come to those who wait Mr Clark.” The music began to play and I knew straight away who was on stage without taking my eyes away from his. Kings of Leon started playing ‘Closer’ and I felt myself begin to lubricate, this song was my favourite and incredibly hot but what was melting my core was the look Bryce was giving me. I didn’t know how much longer I could endure it, before I exploded with desire for him. Blondie must have put our drinks down, because I was downing my Mind Fuck and he, his Stiff Dick. I licked the rim of my Sex Up Against the Wall and he demolished his Fuck On The Floor. We‘d come to our brink, I put the glass to my mouth and started to drink. Bryce grabbed it, placed it down and led me out of the room.
CHAPTER TWENTYFIVE
We barely made it to his private elevator, thoroughly tasting each other before the doors had even closed. He lifted me up and placed my arse on the hand rail; I had my hands through his hair as excitement surged through my body right down to my yearning cave. He was ravaging my neck with his soft and glorious mouth, making me moan with delight. I loved how he owned everything he touched, it was so God damn sexy and hot and right now he was owning me. We stopped for a breath and his eyes were burning me like never before, I began to slowly unbutton his shirt without taking my eyes from his, burning him to his very core also. His pecs were lightly covered in hair and his chest was gloriously smooth but hard and flexed in all the right places, his arms were solid and exquisitely textured. He was watching me explore his body with my eyes and hands, it was obvious he was enjoying my approval. I ran my hands down his shoulders and pushed his shirt off. Leaning in closer I planted a kiss just underneath his Adams-Apple, then another down further and further again until I was tracing my tongue around his nipple and chest hair. Fuck he tasted good! He arched his head back and growled so wildly my pelvic floor convulsed. The doors opened and with possession, he lifted me into his arms, starting up our passionate and hungry kissing once again as he carried me out. He gently positioned me against the entryway wall, the very spot where we first kissed.
“You wanted Sex Up Against The Wall, my love?” Oh shit, he was sexy; I’ll have him against the wall, on the floor, on the ceiling and anywhere I could fucking have him.
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“Yes, now.” He placed me down and vigorously spun me around splaying my hands on the wall, then slowly, he ran his hands along my arms and up over my shoulders to unhook and unzip my dress.
“Alexis I want you so badly it hurts?” My dress fell to the floor, leaving me in only my red lace G-String and Louboutins. He pressed his body hard against my back gripping my arse and kissing the nape of my neck, he bit down gently on my earlobe which made my arms weak, then he whispered into my ear.
“You are so fucking sexy my love.” Oh Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. He spun me around and held my arms outstretched against the wall, his look of lust and admiration made me want him even more. He dropped to his knees and put his hands on my hips, his devilish face exciting me, then very sensually he pulled down my G-String, lifting my legs one at a time until I was there against the wall completely bare and at his mercy, he leant back on his knees and looked me up and down.
“I could stare at you forever Alexis.” I smiled at him, I loved his appreciation of me, it wasn’t just lust for my physique, it was admiration, awe and sheer worship.
“Someone once said to me Mr Clark. ‘It is better to taste than to admire, I assure you.” His devilish smile widened and he picked up my leg placing it on top of his thigh, he kissed my knee then started to move higher and higher with each kiss and not once did he take his eyes off mine. He paused momentarily breathing hard and hot on my wanting clitoris, my hands were on his head and my gels lightly flexed into his scalp. Oh for fuck’s sake, I can’t bare it any longer.