by S A Clayton
I know the dress I chose for tonight leaves nothing to the imagination, the black sequins catch the light and make me feel incredibly sexy. Add in the way he feels behind me, and it makes me lose all sense of self-control. He could pull my dress over my hips, place his fingers inside my panties, and get me off without me batting an eye. This isn’t me. I know that when I get home, clear my head, and think about what I did tonight, I’ll likely be mortified. I’m the good daughter, the one my parents always count on to do the right thing. However, right now, I honestly couldn’t care less. All I care about is getting this guy somewhere private so I can let him have his way with me.
“Come with me,” I mutter, placing my hand in his, leading him away from the dance floor. I look back to see the sultry smirk on his face, and my stomach flips. This guy is beyond handsome. In the dim light of the club, I can see the days-old stubble shading his hard jawline that tics every time our eyes meet. His hair is dark, shorter on the sides with curly strands that fall slightly over his eyes. It makes me want to dig my fingers in and never let go.
His light grey eyes were the second thing I noticed about him—the first being the size of his arms. God, they look like they could carry me anywhere on a whim, and the dark blue t-shirt he wears doesn’t help as I watch his body move. He’s every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. Think Zac Efron, but more refined. With his dark hair and light eyes, it makes me wonder why he’s at this club looking at me. But all of that leaves my head the second I find an open door and shove him in ahead of me. I can tell from the dim light filtering in from the hall that it’s a supply closet, with mops and paper towels all over the floor. But it will have to do for now.
“Sunshine, if you wanted my cock so bad, you could have just asked for it.” He winks, and I realize that I’m too turned on to even roll my eyes. Normally, a line like that would make me walk right back out the door, but when his smiling eyes meet mine, I can’t resist. I hook my arms around his neck and tug him closer.
“Stop. Talking,” I mutter, right before my lips crush against his. The second they do, everything changes. The annoyance I felt dissipates and turns into pure need for this man. His lips feel like heaven against mine, and I know I’ll want to feel them everywhere. His tongue demands entrance as my lips open for him, wanting all of him. His taste is intoxicating, a mixture of whiskey and something that is undeniably…him. He groans as he slides his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into the dips above my ass. He grips me as he brings his body flush against mine, revealing the unmistakable need he has for me.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea what that body of yours is doing to me.” He grunts as he pushes us against the closed door. My back hits the wood as his lips travel down from mine to the curve of my neck. I can’t help the sound that escapes when his tongue dips into the crevice of my collarbone and traces circles across my skin.
Damn, does this guy know how to make a woman squirm.
“I watched you shaking that fine ass all night and couldn’t stop thinking about what that tight body would feel like against mine.” I groan as his words wash over me. I’ve never been one for dirty talk—or talking at all during sex, really. But with this guy? I would let him read me a science textbook if it meant I could listen to his voice.
“I—I…” I stammer as his lips leave my skin and his hungry gaze meets mine. The predatory look he gives me sends shivers throughout my entire body.
“I know what you need, Sunshine,” he murmurs as he gets down on his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.
Fuck, if that is not the hottest sight to see.
“This pussy is desperate for me, isn’t it?” I nod, not having words. I know I want this. I know I brought him in here for a reason, but for a split second, I wonder if this is a good idea. Then his fingers trace the edge of my underwear, and I look down, wondering when he lifted my dress.
“So fucking wet for me…” he mutters as his fingers trace over the wet spot on my panties. I shudder against the door, my hips circling, needing more.
“Greedy girl. Tell me what you need.” I groan into the empty room. I can’t concentrate, I can’t even think as his finger lightly brushes my clit through the thin fabric.
“I need to hear it,” he commands.
“I need you to lick my pussy,” I whisper, never having said those words before in my life. Honestly, I’ve never felt as helpless as I do in this moment, and I love it. The loss of control, the desire coursing through me is everything I need and more.
“As you wish,” he murmurs, right before he sucks my clit through my panties. My back arches off the door, my hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer.
“Fuck…” I mutter as his chuckle rumbles against my sensitive skin. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull the dark strands, making him grunt. I smirk.
That’s what you get for teasing me.
His fingers find the edge of my panties and tug them to the side. If I thought his mouth was amazing before, it’s nothing compared to what that sinful tongue feels like sliding through my wet folds.
Damn, he’s talented.
He’s relentless with his torture as he flicks his tongue over my clit, sending my body over the edge. I don’t feel the orgasm coming. Suddenly, it barrels through me, and before I realize it, he’s in front of me, lips on mine again, hands frantically undoing his belt as his pants slip to the floor. I watch with rapt attention as he slides a condom onto his cock and hooks my legs around his waist, his fingers digging into my ass as he lines up with my entrance.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?” he asks, giving me that sinful smirk that sends heat directly to my core. I do nothing, just lean my forehead against his as he slowly pushes in, letting me accommodate to his size.
Damn, he’s big.
So much larger than any man I’ve ever been with. Not that there were many.
He stays still, eyes locked on mine as my body adjusts. My legs tighten around his waist, needing him to move. When he makes no move to fuck me, I take my hands and weave them into his hair once more, pulling him close.
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” I say through gritted teeth. Just as I hear a laugh leave his lips and a muttered, “you asked for it,” he does just that.
His hips thrust into mine with such force that he steals my breath. My body is liquid against him as he pistons in and out of me. I have no doubt that people can hear us, the door banging behind me is likely enough of a clue, but the sounds coming out of his mouth will surely give us away in a heartbeat. I start to crave those grunts, though, those low moans he lets loose as he fucks me harder and faster than before, as if he’s chasing a high he never thought to reach.
I can feel another orgasm cresting as his hand grips one of my thighs, lifting and opening me even more. I am at his mercy, and I love it.
“Fuck, Sunshine, I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to feel you squeeze me with that tight little pussy…”
That’s all it takes. That dirty talk of his sends me right over the edge into oblivion. I can’t stop the scream that leaves my throat, and I can only hope that the music drowns it out. He doesn’t stop as he thrusts in and out a few more times before he finds his own release, stilling as his body shudders against mine.
“Damn,” he murmurs, setting me down and taking care to set the condom in an empty garbage can next to us. His smile is the first thing I notice, and I wonder what it would be like to see it in the daylight. I shake my head and remind myself that this was a one-time thing.
But, man, a girl can dream.
TWO
CLARA
PRESENT DAY
You are so self-absorbed. One day, I’ll show you just how inconsequential you really are. And to think I thought you looked sexy as fuck in that black sequin dress. Xoxo B.
I stare at the comment and take a breath. It’s not the worst one I’ve ever gotten, but it’s definitely one that sends goosebumps across my skin. I’ve been doing YouTub
e videos for six years and have made a pretty good living at it, reviewing all things beauty and hair. I’m not naive to the fact that many people who watch my videos think I am a self-absorbed bitch. It comes with the territory. I’m relatively thin by beauty standards, blond, and do makeup for a living. Hell, if I saw someone like me, I would probably think the same thing. What they don’t understand is all the prep that goes into making the videos, and all the hard work I’ve put in over the last six years to make a living off these videos. But the downside has always been the trolls. This is another level, though. I try to think about what dress they’re talking about but come up empty. I’ve never shown more than my upper body in videos, how would they—?
My breath catches. The club. I wore that dress to the club.
“Hey,” JJ says as she knocks, interrupting the panic that’s starting to set in. My roommate opens the door a crack to make sure I’m not in the middle of filming and then comes in when she sees that I’m not.
“I wanted to talk to you about the party this weekend.” My hands shake as I set down an unopened press kit for new lipsticks and turn my chair toward where she sits on my bed. I take a few deep breaths, meeting her eyes across the space. She looks at me questioningly, but I smile, reassuring her that everything is all right. My room is mostly a film studio with a large desk surrounded by studio lights and cameras, but I do have a double bed tucked into the corner where JJ has decided to make herself at home.
“What about it?” I don’t really want to talk about a party I don’t plan to attend.
“I need your help,” she begs, eyeing me with those big, green eyes of hers. “I have no idea what I’m doing, and Liam doesn’t want to help—well, at least not with the party-planning aspect,” she says, waggling her eyebrows.
“Ew. I definitely don’t need to know how he’s helping you out outside of the party planning.” I laugh, despite the disgust I’m sure shows on my face. I’m happy that JJ found Liam, he’s good for her and treats her like the queen she is. They’ve had a rough go of it over the past month with finding out that her ex is getting married and having a baby with Liam’s sister, but they’ve stayed strong, and are still totally in love.
Makes me sick.
“Come on, Clara, I need help. I don’t know how to throw a New Year’s party.” I groan at the insinuation that I do. I give her a pointed look, and she rolls her eyes.
“Okay, maybe you don’t either. But I need you to go through this torture with me.”
“Why are you having this party again?” I ask, getting up out of my chair and walking toward the bed. I fall down beside her, burying my head in the pillows.
“Because I want to show off the fact that Liam and I are happy…” She fades off, looking away from me, and it all starts to make sense.
“Please tell me you are not having this party because you want to make Derek jealous.” She fiddles with the pillow in her lap and shakes her head.
“Not jealous. I couldn’t care less if he’s there or not…” She trails off again, but this time, she finishes the thought. “I just want to show Liam’s family that I’m here for the long haul, you know? They already don’t like me because of that whole dinner party disaster.”
“And you want to show them that you guys are still in love.” She shrugs solemnly at my deduction. “That’s understandable, I get it. But I wish you wouldn’t rope me into helping you, when you know I hate it.”
She chuckles and throws a pillow at me. “You love parties. You were always the one dragging me to them when we were in college.”
That is true. I’ve always loved being around large groups, meeting new people, and gaining new friends. It’s how my YouTube career took off so fast, but ever since that amazingly sexy night at the club, the idea of going out terrifies me. And I don’t know if it’s because I want to run into him, or if I’m terrified that I might.
“Yeah, I like attending parties, not setting them up.”
“Touché,” she says while getting up. She holds out her hand, and I take it as she hauls me off the bed.
“Let’s go. We have Liam’s credit card, his Camaro, and a party to plan.” I grin at my friend’s obsession with her boyfriend’s car. It’s cute.
“Fine, as long as you buy lunch.” She rolls her eyes as she tosses me my favorite hoodie and walks out of the room.
“Technically, Liam is buying, so you can have whatever you want,” she yells from the hallway, and I laugh at her statement because I know it’s not true. She might joke about spending all of Liam’s money, but I’d bet you a million dollars that it took him hours to convince her to let him pay for the party. He probably used the Camaro as bait for her to take the credit card.
“Fine, you win!” I yell. JJ laughs as if it were a given that I would go with her. Who am I kidding? If there’s free food involved, I’ll be there. But it doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Let’s get this over with.
THREE
DAMON
I wake up with a start and groan as the early morning light streams through my curtains. I rub my hands against my unshaven jaw as I try to shake the dream that still lingers on my skin. It’s been four weeks since that night at the club, and it’s been three weeks and six days since I started to dream about her.
Every.
Night.
Without fail, I wake up with morning wood that would put a porn star to shame, and it takes a good rub out and a cold shower to get the bad boy to go down. That is until I think about her soft skin, sexy moans, and delicious lips, then I’m right back where I started. I wish I had gotten her name or something I could use to find her. I’ve gone back to the club every single night since we met, hoping to find her. But she’s never there.
I hear my phone go off on the bedside table and pick it up. It’s Liam.
Meet at Mama’s Diner for breakfast. Need to talk.
Any other person and I would be worried by that text, but it’s Liam, and I know it’s probably something to do with work. So, I get up and head into the shower, hoping I can keep mystery girl off my mind long enough to get through the day.
Mama’s Diner stands in front of me, and I smile at the seriously outdated signage and brick façade that covers the outside of the building. I’ve been coming here since Liam and I were kids. Mama Jenn was like a second mother to us, especially since ours were more concerned about public appearances than their kids.
As I walk in the front door, a sense of relief washes over me.
“Damon, my boy!” Mama Jenn yells from across the room. She walks around the counter and makes her way toward me. Her silver hair falls past her shoulders in waves, the way it’s been for years. Her black cat-eye glasses frame her face, and I smile at the Motley Crüe t-shirt that hangs loosely over her ripped jeans.
“Where have you been!” she murmurs as her hands frame my face, and she pulls me down so she can kiss each of my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, work has been crazy lately.” It’s not a complete lie. Work has been busier than normal with the acquisition of some very important trade companies. But there is no chance of me telling her that I’ve been going out every night in search of a girl. She would run with that to the bank.
“Well, you need to come by more often. Your partner in crime is already here in your booth.” She points behind her, and I see Liam sitting alone.
“I’ll bring over your favorites.” She smiles, lightly slapping my cheek affectionately. She walks back into the kitchen, and once the door closes behind her, I head toward Liam.
“’Bout time you showed up,” he mutters as he looks at his phone.
“I was sleeping when you texted me, sorry I’m not always at your beck and call.” The sarcasm comes off in waves, and a smirk appears on his lips. I know he’s being a jackass for no reason. “So, what did you want to meet about?”
“Can’t a guy just want to talk to his best friend?” he asks just as Mama Jenn comes back with plates of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I groan
at the smell, and we both dig in the minute she places the dishes on the table.
“Jesus, it’s like you boys never eat…” Mama Jenn grumbles as she leaves to serve some other customers. Liam and I smile at each other, eating in silence.
After we’ve demolished most of the food, I look up to see Liam smiling like an idiot at his phone. “Let me guess. JJ?” I tease as his eyes meet mine. Yup, he’s a goner.
“Yeah. I can’t help it.”
I get it. I would be like that too if I found the right girl. When I told Liam about my mystery girl the day after our encounter happened, I played it off like it was just another hookup. But when I left his office, I went into mine and looked up the club’s website to see if they’d posted any pictures. No luck. It took Liam a few days to realize that I was becoming obsessed—something he knew a lot about, considering how he and JJ started out. That’s when I told him the truth. The shit-eating grin on his face told me that I shouldn’t have told him anything.
“So…find your mystery girl yet?” Liam asks, still picking at the food in front of him. I shake my head.
“And you’ve been going to the same club every weekend…” I nod, not telling him it’s been more like every night.
“There’s no use. The girl obviously doesn’t want to be found. Maybe I should just leave it be.” Liam laughs loudly at my proclamation, eliciting stares from other diners.
“You know what I would be doing in this situation?” I roll my eyes. He would likely send out a private investigator to find her. Not a line I want to cross. But I can’t say the thought of contacting my friend Jamie hasn’t entered my mind.