“I think I’ll have a Sex on the Beach,” she says seductively, leaving no question about her intentions. The blood in my veins spikes twenty degrees in an instant. Is she flirting on purpose? Does she want me to murder every fucker in this place?
“Coming right up,” the bartender says quickly while walking away. Wise move.
As soon as the guy is out of earshot, I grab onto her and force her to look up at me.
“What was that?” I hiss at her.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” My teeth grind together without thought, the muscle in my jaw jumping.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Maybe,” She shrugs, even though we both know that’s exactly what she’s doing.
Well, congratulations, you succeeded, baby.
The bartender returns a moment later, placing the drinks down on the bar top in front of us, before scurrying away. He clearly doesn’t want to be part of our little spat.
I grab my bottle of beer and down the whole thing. When I set it back down, I know exactly what I’m going to do. Grace has somehow managed to drink half her cocktail and is still sucking the fruity liquid through the straw now.
“Time to go,” I tell her, grabbing her by one arm. She sets the drink down and stares up at me.
“We just got here. I don’t want to leave,” she whines.
“We’re not leaving. We’re just going somewhere private so I can teach you a lesson.” I can see her visibly shiver, but I know it’s not terror or cold that’s making her do that. With a tight grip on her arm, I lead her through the club, past the dancefloor and up the stairs leading to the VIP rooms.
“We want a private room,” I tell the bouncer at the top of the steps.
Without evening blinking, he opens the heavy glass doors, and says, “The one all the way at the end is yours.”
“Thanks,” I murmur, making my way to the room, half dragging Grace along with me. I push her into the private lounge and lock the door behind us. When I turn my full attention back to her, I find her chest rising and falling in rapid succession, her small body trembling slightly, but there is also a smile ghosting her lips.
Oh, that little temptress knew exactly what she was doing.
While taking my jacket off slowly, I stalk toward her. The lust and need pooling in her eyes only intensifying as I do. She takes a small step back, but my step is bigger, and I still end up right in front of her.
“Turn around,” I order, and surprisingly she obeys without hesitation. She finally trusts me. At least with her body.
My fingers find the zipper at the top of her dress, and I pull, unzipping her as far as it goes, revealing her bare back to me. Using both hands, I pull each side down her arms, pushing the dress off her body. I intend to do it slowly, but I’m too far gone to hold onto my self-control. With more of a jerky motion, the dress falls to the floor, leaving Grace in nothing but panties and high heel sandals.
My cock is so hard, I think the button on my slacks is about to pop off. Grabbing onto her shoulders, I gently push her toward the large sectional in the sitting area of the room.
“Take those panties off and get on all fours,” I demand, whispering the words into the shell of her ear. I watch her take a step closer to the couch and dip her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She leans forward, bending at the hips while keeping her knees straight. Her bare ass comes into view, and I get a prime view of her pussy, the folds glistening even in the dim lighting. Slowly, she pads over to the leather sectional, crawling on her hands and knees. Somehow, I manage to remain standing there, that is until she looks at me over her shoulder, her gaze colliding with mine.
My fingers reach for the button on my slacks and I flick it open, while making my way over to her. Slow down, big boy. I tell myself, but there isn’t any slowing down where Grace is concerned. When it comes to her, I want it all, and I want it now. Once I reach her, I shove my pants down, my already hardened cock springing free.
“No boxers?” Grace grins seductively.
“Nope. I’m always ready for you, baby,” I say stroking myself, up and down a few times as I gaze down at her creamy white ass, wanting to fuck that virgin hole. One day. With both hands, I spread her ass cheeks, admiring her puckered hole, and the glistening arousal over her lips.
“I want you,” Grace mewls, leaning forward, even more, causing her ass to jut out further. My tongue darts out over my bottom lip at the movement, the need to fuck her gripping onto every cell in my body. I need to taste her, lick that sweet cream of hers clean before I fuck her into oblivion.