by Sienna Parks
I struggle to calm the storm inside that’s causing my breath to hitch as his thumb caresses my lip. His rough palms hold my face still as he leans in, keeping his eyes on mine, daring me not to close them; his lips brush lightly against me, he takes the lime into his mouth and sucks the juice from it. I think if he wasn’t holding my face I would drop to the floor in a pool of raging hormones. Shots have never been so sexual. He pulls the wedge from my teeth and discards it on the bar before devouring my mouth with a passion so fierce I think I just forgot my own name.
His hands slide from my face, through my hair and down my body until they settle at the base of my back - his fingertips caressing the top of my ass. I get lost in the dance our tongues are performing, running my hands through his hair to bring him closer still; the taste of him intoxicating.
“Mmm, I like the way you do shots, Mr. Rhodes.” I murmur into his mouth.
“I like it when you call me Mr. Rhodes.” Pressing his pelvis against me, I’m acutely aware of what it does to him. He rests his forehead on mine, breathing deep and even.
“Okay, when my… problem subsides, I’m going to get us some proper drinks. Usual for you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer – I’m so predictable! With a kiss to the tip of my nose he orders drinks, and almost immediately, I feel a hand grasp my arm and drag me in the direction of the dance floor downstairs.
“Come on, Lilliput. Let’s show them what we’ve got.” Addi says pulling me behind her.
I glance in the direction of the bar and sure enough Xander is tracking my every move. I give him my best ‘I have no choice in the matter’ face and a massive grin before heading down the stairs.
It feels amazing to let loose and move with the beat. The DJ is on fire and the dance floor feels like a living, breathing entity; everyone moving separately, but together, lost in the music. With my best friend next to me we begin to dance. The energy of the crowd is tangible as the music courses through my veins. I suddenly feel a shudder run through me and I know he’s watching. I glance up to the balcony to see Xander staring at me like he is the hunter and I am his prey. The hunger in his eyes makes me feel sexy; I start to move just for him, holding his stare as I move my hips to the music, running my hands over of my body, my feet moving effortlessly in this small space.
Addi and I start to move, our bodies well practiced together on the dance floor. As she steps behind me I slink down her body, my hands moving up and down her sides; my eyes fixed on Xander as I wet my lips with my tongue. The look in his eyes is primal; running his hands through his hair as if he’s going to pull it out; biting his bottom lip, I can see the rise and fall of his chest as his breath quickens. It’s intoxicating watching him react to my body.
I close my eyes and keep dancing, my arousal growing at the thought of him watching me. I’m feeling a buzz from the tequila and as song after song fills the air around me, my inhibitions fade. It’s liberating and my mind starts to drift to thoughts of letting Xander make love to me; giving him every part of myself.
I feel Addi’s hands sliding to grip my hips as I move. I let my head drop back, resting against her shoulder to steady myself. I feel breath on my ear. “You are hot as fuck tonight.”
What the hell? I’m yanked from my drinking haze. My eyes fly open and I see Xander standing at the balcony, a murderous look on his face; his fists clenched as he takes to the stairs. I whip round and push myself away from the body behind me… Matty.
“What the hell, Matilda? What are you doing?” I shove her aside to put some distance between us.
“Oh come on, Lily. You know I like you. You can’t tell me you were dancing like that for no reason. You want some attention and I will happily give you it.” Her speech is slightly slurred as she grabs me round the waist, grinding against me.
“You’re drunk, Matty. Let go of me. We’re friends, nothing else. You know that. Besides, I thought you liked Addi.” I struggle against her but I can’t break free.
“She’s okay for a tumble once or twice, but you… I could fuck you in ways you can’t even imagine, and never tire of your sweet, innocent little cunt. Come on, Lil’, we’d be so good together. I can please you in ways that no man every could.” I’m getting angry now.
“NO! Let me go.” Matty’s grip loosens just enough for me to break free.
“I suggest you stay the fuck away from her.” I’m scared by the terrifying tone in Xander’s voice. I know he would never hit a woman, but his anger is tangible.
Matilda is obviously too drunk to care. “Fuck you. I’ve known her for years. You’ve know her what, all of five minutes?” She says, reaching for me.
Before she gets a hold on my arm, Xander alerts the female club security. “Is everything okay, Mr. Rhodes?” one of them asks; her gaze fixed on Matty.
“Yeah, thanks, Jen. She was harassing my girl. Drunk and doesn’t know when to quit. She needs a safe ride home to sleep it off.” He sounds calm, but his body language is tense.
“We’ll make sure of it, Mr. Rhodes. If you would like to return to the VIP area, the boss will be with you in five.” Xander grabs my hand and moves through the crowd and up the stairs so fast I’m practically running to keep up. Not easy in Manolos.
“You didn’t have to make her leave. She’s my friend.”
He doesn’t stop when we get to the lounge; he continues past the bar and over to the corner, to a door I didn’t noticed earlier. Without a word, we’re in a small private room and the door is locked behind me. He’s pacing in front of me as I lean back against the door.
“Jesus Christ, Lily! I have never felt this angry in my fucking life. I don’t like feeling murderous towards a woman!” He strides over to me, his eyes wild, his hands pressing to the door at either side of my head. “Do you want her? Tell me. Is there something more than friendship between you? The way you were dancing with her… I can’t contend with a woman if that’s what you need to be satisfied.”
I just stare at him. I can’t believe he’s even asking this question. I thought he knew how deeply he affects me. “You need to answer me. I’m going fucking crazy here.”
Before I know what I’m saying, the words fall from my lips. “I’m yours. Only yours. You’re all I want.” Shit. That was too much. Where is my brain to mouth filter when I need it? It’s completely gone with this guy. His whole body slams against me, his lips capturing mine, bruising them with the ferocity of his kiss.
“Fuck. Lily…” He punctuates my name with a hard kiss. “I couldn’t fucking stand seeing her hands on you. I want to kiss you everywhere her hands were, to make you mine.”
I can barely contain my desire. “Do it. Kiss me all over.” Eliciting a groan from deep within his chest, our kiss reaches fever pitch - our hands grabbing at each other.
I push his suit jacket off his shoulders and claw at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to touch the skin underneath. As I move to undo his fly, his lips start roaming over my neck, nipping at my ear, nibbling my shoulder. I hear his sharp intake of breath as I take his hard length in my hand; rubbing my thumb back and forth over the tip before gripping his impressive girth, slowly moving up and down the length of him.
“Oh, God. That feels so fucking good.”
His strong hands move to cup my breasts, kneading them, squeezing them.
“Take me, Xander. I can’t wait any longer.” My voice is dripping with need - desperate to feel him inside me. He moves my hand, pinning it above my head.
His voice is a breathy whisper. “Not like this, sweets. Not here. Not now. You deserve better.” I drop my gaze to the floor, the crushing rejection heavy in my chest. I just offered myself on a platter and he doesn’t want me. “Baby, look at me.” I can’t. “What’s wrong?” I’m embarrassed.
“I get it. If you don’t want to it’s fine.” I try in vain to pull my hands free from his vice like grip.
“What the fuck? Of course I want to! Look at me… feel me.” He pulls my hands back down to his cock. “Does that f
eel like I don’t want you? Tell me, Lily. What does that feel like to you?”
Like velvet-covered steel… and I love it, but I’m too embarrassed to answer. He grabs my chin forcing me to look at him.
“I have never wanted someone so much in my entire life. I want you so badly I physically ache, but I don’t want it to happen like this. I want you in my bed. I want to take my time, I want to savor every sweet inch of your sexy little body.” He kisses me; a sensual slow dance.
“It’s going to happen… soon. But for now, just let me make you feel good.” His hands move down to the hem of my dress, pulling it up to reveal my satin thong. “Fuck me. These look amazing on you, it’s almost a shame that they have to come off.” He slides his fingers underneath the satin strips and pulls them, lowering to his knees; his eyes fixed on mine with a look of pure sin. I step out of my panties and watch as he scrunches them into a ball and puts them in the pocket of his pants.
“Lean back against the door and lift your leg up onto my shoulder.” I do as he asks, opening myself to him. His hands cup my ass, pulling my pussy to his mouth. “God... you taste so sweet, I could do this all night.” The vibration of his words against my skin sends a direct current straight to my core.
I hear the sounds of the club outside, the thumping beat and the crowds of people, but none of that matters; there’s only us - me, Xander, and the intense sensation his tongue creates on my clit. He sucks and flicks the hub of all my pleasure, swirling his mouth round and tracing what feels like intricate patterns over my flesh. He slides a hand from my ass and slips one finger inside me. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” Then there are two. “Fuck… so… tight.” He’s moaning as he laps at my folds; finger-fucking me to the same rhythm.
It’s sublime, and as my orgasm detonates from deep within, he sucks my clit into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, letting me ride it out on his face. I’m screaming his name, my hands in his hair holding him in place as I fuck his mouth. Every inch of my body is on fire, desperate for more of him. I need him inside me, but I know he won’t give in.
“You are so beautiful when you come. It’s incredible.” He fixes my dress, but doesn’t give back my panties.
“Did you forget to give me something?” I say with a grin.
“Afraid not. These are mine now.” Patting the pocket he puts my panties in. Knowing that he has them and is going to make me walk out into the club in my short dress, drenched and naked, makes the throbbing between my legs return.
I decide it’s time to pleasure him when I notice a sofa in the corner of the room. “Take a seat.” I back him toward it, my hands on his bare chest. His shirt is open from earlier so it’s easy to pull it down his arms and drop it to the floor.
“That’s much better, Mr. Rhodes.” I can see that my choice of words excites him. When he reaches the sofa he stops moving and I push him until he sits down. “Put your hands along the back of the sofa.”
He does as I ask, a panty-dropping smile on his face - if I was wearing any.
“What do you have planned for me, Miss Tate?”
I hold his gaze as I lean over him brushing my lips over his ear before whispering. “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.” I pull back to look into his eyes. “Can I please fuck you with my mouth, Mr. Rhodes?” He looks like he’s about to lose control, his erection straining against his suit pants.
I run my hands down his washboard abs, pulling at the waistband of his boxers. He lifts his hips slightly to let me move his pants and boxers low enough for his rock-hard cock to spring free. God, he is beautiful. I run my hands over the length of him, caressing him. He watches intently as I kneel down between his legs, moving close enough for him to feel my breath without touching him.
“You never answered me, Mr. Rhodes. I won’t take you in my mouth until you explicitly give me permission to feast on this beautiful cock.” His breathing becomes labored, the rise and fall of his chest a sign of how I affect him.
“Yes, Miss Tate. You may fuck me with that pretty little mouth of yours.” I plunge him into my mouth, taking as much of him as I can. Fisting my hand around his thick base. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I can see his hands curl tight around the back of the sofa from the corner of my eye. I sweep my hair to one side so that he can watch me, looking up at him through my hooded gaze, the look on his face spurring me on. He tastes so good - I can’t get enough.
I quicken my pace, swirling my tongue over the tip on every up stroke; moaning with desire as I lap the small drops of pre-come from his engorged head. A groan bursts from his chest and his hands fly to my hair, fisting handfuls of it, pulling me down onto him until he hits the back of my throat. Relaxing so I don’t gag at the size of him, I let him set his own rhythm, using my mouth however he wants it.
He’s thrusting hard and fast as he shouts my name, over and over. I feel the pulsing of his orgasm ripple down the length of him before a hot burst of come shoots down my throat. As his grip softens, I milk the rest of his orgasm, taking every last drop. His head slumps back onto the sofa as he regains his composure.
I lick my lips and move to sit next to him. “Was that to your liking, Mr. Rhodes?”
“Holy Fuck; that should be illegal. You are incredible. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He pulls me down onto his chest, stroking my hair and cuddling me close. We sit like that for a while before he puts his shirt and jacket back on. It… is… bliss. I could stay here all night.
Looking far from innocent, I’m sure, Xander unlocks the door and we head back out into the VIP lounge to find our friends. I’m surprised to find Addi sitting looking very cozy with his friend.
“Is that Carter with Addi?”
“Yes. He owns this club. He arranged all of this.” I wonder how she felt when she saw him. I bet she never called him back after their wild night last weekend. When I catch her eye she waves us over; a huge grin on her face.
“You didn’t tell me this was the friend you were talking about Xander.” She says accusingly.
“I thought you already knew, I mean, you guys have slept together, right?” Addi turns crimson, leaning into Carter for comfort.
“Shut up, man. You’re ruining my chances at an encore here.”
Xander throws his head back and laughs. “Tell you what, why don’t I get us all a round of drinks and we can catch up.” He kisses me on the cheek, and heads off to the bar.
Addi pulls me down next to her. “Lilliput, you totally have sex hair and a glow that only comes from a great orgasm. What the fuck? Where have you been?” It’s my turn to blush.
I lean in so Carter won’t hear. “There’s a private room in the corner. He dragged me in there and… well… apparently my face and hair tells you the rest.”
She’s doubled over laughing. “Oh my God. You really do go from zero to a hundred. Good for you.”
We both have a good giggle before Xander returns with the drinks. The four of us have a great night – we drink, we talk, we dance into the early hours. Xander on the dance floor is a sight to be seen, the man has moves. I’m wet just watching him, and when he pulls me close and starts moving our bodies as one, I think I’m going to pass out from the electricity sparking between us - around us.
I lose track of everyone else over the course of the evening, but we have such a fabulous time it doesn’t really matter. We stay until the club closes and the four of us go back to our apartment. As the car pulls up in front of the apartment, I’m exhausted, and a little drunk, my body refusing to correspond to my commands. Xander jumps out first to help me out of the car, but I struggle to keep myself upright, the street spinning a little as I stand up. He drapes his jacket over my shoulders and lifts me into his arms. I’m not cold, but I realize he’s trying to cover the fact that I’m not wearing any panties – because of him! I don’t want to give Addi and Carter an eyeful.
I snuggle into his chest and fall asleep on the way up to the apartment. He takes us straight to my room
and I wake up as he lays me on the bed. He disappears out into the hallway and returns two minutes later with a tall glass of water and two aspirin. “Here, take these and drink all of this.” As I swallow them, he strips down to his boxers, before finding some PJs for me. He carefully undresses me – obviously rethinking the PJs and discards them on the floor. “I like you naked.” He crawls in next me, caressing my cheek. "Get some sleep, sweets."
When I wake on Saturday morning, or should I say afternoon, I’m pinned to the bed by Xander’s beautiful body, and before I can move his eyes are open.
“Morning.”
“Afternoon, Mr. Rhodes.” I snuggle into him.
“Seriously? Shit. I’ve got stuff to do today.” A pang of sadness tugs at my heartstrings - he’s already thinking about leaving.
“I’m sorry. If I’d known, I would have set an alarm.”
“Don’t apologize. I just have some stuff to sort out for our date later.” A cheeky grin spreads across his face.
“Oh, really. What kinda stuff?”
“You’ll have to wait until later. You know what they say - anticipation is key.” He’s wiggling his eyebrows at me suggestively and I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay. Well, how about we grab some breakfast and then you can go do whatever it is you need to do? Smells like Addi is already cooking up something nice. I’ll go see what she’s up to. Come on in when you’re ready.” I grab my favorite hoodie and head out to the kitchen.
Addi is cooking up a storm. It looks like she’s making enough food to feed our entire building. This is not a good sign. When something is wrong, she cooks, and cooks and then cooks some more.
“Hey. Everything okay?” I ask tentatively.
“I’m fine. You hungry?” Her voice is sullen.
“Yeah. Xander will be out in a minute. Where’s Carter?”
“Still asleep, I guess.” She continues to cook, avoiding my questioning gaze.