A small touch of insecurity found its way into my mind and I didn’t want to appear too eager, even though I was willing him to fuck me in the restroom.
“Why?” I whispered with a smile. His eyes told me he knew I was just trying to play hard to get.
He pulled me closer, his lips grazing mine as he whispered, “I want to fuck you and you want to be fucked. Do we need any more reason?”
I looked away to get rid of the intensity and hunger in his eyes. My eyes locked with Darren’s, he was watching us like a hawk and before I could let myself think I wrapped my arms around my dance partner’s neck and kissed him hard.
Payback was a bitch, Darren.
As I kissed him I forgot about anything else but him… no more Darren, no more payback, no more feeling stupid. He devoured me with a kiss, making me feel like I had never been kissed before. His tongue was fucking my mouth with dominant strokes, making my knees weak. With one hand on my ass and the other on the back of my neck, he imprisoned me to his delicious assault. He stopped my mind, but put my body on fire. This stranger consumed me with only a kiss and I was scared of this intensity, this lust, this irresistible need for him… I pushed him back a little to catch my breath.
“Wait… I don’t even know your name,” I panted.
He gave me a lopsided grin before licking his bottom lip in a hypnotizing way. Finally, he rewarded me with an answer: “My name depends on who you are.”
“What does that mean?”
“Women generally call me God,” he started before adding fake woman moan, “Oh God, please let me come. Oh God, yes… right there.”
I tried to stop my laugh, rolling my eyes instead, “What about men? What do they call you?”
“Bastard, asshole… you name it,” he shrugged.
“You’re confusing me,” I started, smiling at him to let him know I was teasing. “What should I call you if I agree to go with you?” I added.
“When you agree to leave this club with me you can call me ‘stranger’ till I become your God,” he whispered into my ear before peppering kisses on the sensitive skin under my ear.
I nodded my head, letting him guide me toward the exit.
“But you should know… this isn’t something I do… one night stands, I mean… I,” I didn’t know what I was trying to tell him, or why I was saying this at all. I was confident in the club, among the crowd, but as we left the security of a public place I was becoming anxious.
“Shh… don’t worry. This is something I do… so often… and it is my favorite,” he winked at me. Under the street light his eyes looked grey, but I wasn’t totally sure. His hair was almost jet black, looking so soft I wanted to touch it.
I was distracted by the car that stopped in front of us. I wasn’t so good with cars, but I knew the brands, I knew which one I liked… and this was it. An Aston Martin One-77. Aston Martin’s very special edition that there were only seventy-seven of in the world… and he had one of them… a silver, sexy beast that people called “car”.
“You have… how can you have one? This car is worth for a fortune,” I murmured, caressing the body of the car as I looked at it in wonder.
“Let’s say I had connections to spare me one,” he shrugged and opened my door.
“I thought this was fuck ‘em and leave ‘em, not this gentlemanly ‘open her door’ thing,” I smiled as I got in the car.
“Mother taught me well, I guess,” he said with another one of his
crooked grins that I’ve grown to like so much in this short time.
As we took off down the road I noticed I wasn’t afraid of him being a creep, a sadist or a rapist. I didn’t know why, but something about him made me feel safe… like what I was about to do wasn’t so out of my comfort zone. The silence stretched in the car as we navigated through the city traffic.
“Wait… aren’t you drunk or something? You shouldn’t drive,” I panicked. I saw his grip on the steering wheel turn tighter, his knuckles becoming white.
“I do not drink,” he said sternly.
“Do you expect me to believe that? You come to clubs like this just to wet your dick, you mean?” I snorted.
“Watch your language,” he warned me, but his expression turned amused as he said, “You sucked my tongue just a few minutes ago, did you taste any hint of alcohol?”
That shut me up and caused me to blush.
After a few minutes of him making no attempt to break the silence, I blurted, “I’m Mel.”