She finally excused herself to go to the bathroom. She hoped if she stalled long enough, he would move on to someone who might be more receptive to what he was offering. Otherwise, she would just have to tell him she wasn’t interested.
When she finally walked back out onto the floor, she looked around warily and breathed a sigh of relief. He was nowhere to be seen. She attempted to make her way through the crowd back to the bar, keeping an eye out for Jessica, Chrissie, or one of the other girls.
“Looking for someone?” A deep masculine voice asked from beside her.
She turned and stared up into large dark brown eyes that held her gaze with amusement. She felt a tingle run up her spine. The man staring back at her was gorgeous. He had dark brown hair that matched his eyes and a well-trimmed moustache. His complexion was warm and tanned. She could see his chest hairs peeking through his white, open-necked button-down shirt that was tucked into a pair of black jeans. He was hot enough to make her heart skip a beat. He also reminded her of someone. Probably some actor she had seen in a movie or on television. He was certainly good looking enough to be one, that was for sure.
It finally occurred to her that he was waiting for her answer to his question. What had he asked her?
“I’m sorry, you asked me a question?”
“I asked if you were looking for someone.”
“My friends.”
“Then you’re not looking for that guy you were dancing with before you went to the ladies room?”
“No.” He had been watching her. His admission pleased her.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She normally would have said no, just because he was so good looking and men like him made her nervous, but she had promised Jessica she would let herself go and have fun.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Good. I have a table. Follow me.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to a spiral staircase that led to the upper level of the club. His grip was firm as he waited for her to make the climb in her heels. When they reached the top, he guided her to a table that overlooked the dance floor. He must have been watching her from here, she thought.
They had no sooner sat down, than a waitress bent over their table to take their drink order.
He smiled at the girl who was openly flirting with him as she batted her long, fake eyelashes his way while he told her what they wanted. He hadn’t even asked her what she was drinking.
“I ordered for you. Hope you don’t mind.”
She realized it wasn’t a question. She smiled. For some reason she didn’t mind at all.
“This is nice,” she said loudly, to be heard over the music. “You have quite a view from up here.”
“Yes. I do,” he mouthed, before he moved his chair closer to hers. “But it’s the view I’m looking at right now that I’m most interested in.”
She wasn’t stupid. She knew exactly where this was going. He wanted to get her into bed. There was a time when that idea would have scared her, but she was no longer that girl. Her pussy was already wet and needy from just talking to him. He was the type of man she had been dreaming of and she wanted him to fuck her seven ways to Sunday. She almost gasped out loud from such a thought. It didn’t matter that it was true.
She knew nothing about this man except that she wanted him desperately. It was all she could do to try and sit still. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to feel his hands on her body. She could tell he wasn’t the kind of man who would be afraid to take what he wanted from her.
She checked out his hand and didn’t see a ring or where one might have been. She had a strict rule about being with married men.
“I’m not married,” he said with a smile. “How about you? Are you single?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said and smiled. “So, what brings you here tonight? You arrived with a group.”
“You saw me come into the club?”
“Everyone saw you come into the club. I wanted to buy you a drink the moment I laid eyes on you.”
She smiled and blushed. She was glad he hadn’t said she was the most beautiful girl there or something inane like that. She was sure he had a lot of experience picking up women. She should be careful. However, she was feeling a bit reckless. This man made her stomach flutter in the most delicious way along with making her wet. That hadn’t happened to her in a long time. The fact was she hadn’t even remotely felt like this since that night with Jamie. With a start, she realized he didn’t reminded her of an actor, he reminded her of Jamie.
The waitress arrived with their drinks, saving her from having to respond to his compliment. She took a quick sip of her piña colada. He obviously knew what she had been drinking.
It really was delicious. She took another quick sip, enjoying its sweet coolness as it traveled down her throat. She had heard the waitress say whiskey and water when she had placed his drink in front of him. A mature drink for a mature man.
“I think you were about to tell me what brought you to the club tonight?”
“I’m here for a bachelorette party. My cousin’s getting married.”
“From what I’ve heard, those things can get pretty wild.”
“This is my first one. I’ll let you know.” She giggled. This man was not only making her nervous but giddy on top of it.
She looked down at the crowd of dancers and saw Jessica dancing with wild abandon. She wasn’t sure who she was dancing with because she was surrounded by at least four men. Near the bar, she caught sight of Chrissie and a couple of her friends. They were talking with some guys who were hanging all over them. Abby knew Joe would be livid if he saw her, but then again, maybe he was doing the same kind of thing at his bachelor party for all she knew. As Jessica had reminded her, she needed to leave her moral conscience in her suitcase. Little did Jessica know that one look from the man who was leaning back leisurely in his chair watching her, and her moral conscience had gone on hiatus.
“You see your friends down there?” he asked. She felt his eyes burning into her exposed skin. It was a bit unnerving and was raising havoc with her libido.
“Yes. They seem to be having fun,” she said with a slight tremor in her voice
He smiled. “Now, what is your name?”
“Abby,” she responded.
“Just Abby?”
“Actually it’s Abigail, but everyone calls me Abby.”
“I like Abigail much better.”
She smiled. “And what should I call you?”
“My name is Rod. Everyone calls me Rod.” He laughed and she laughed with him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone named Rod before. It’s different. I like it.”
“My mother will be happy you approve.”
She looked down at her drink and took another sip. He was easy to talk to and yet she was a bundle of nerves. She really was having a hard time sitting still.
“Would you like to dance, Abigail, or would you rather sit here and enjoy the view?”
“It’s a great view,” she said, glad the music had calmed a little for a slower song.
“I couldn’t agree more.” His eyes devoured her slowly from head to toe before he said, “How long are you here for?”
“We’re here until Monday. And you?”
“A couple friends of mine said they were coming down tomorrow. We were thinking of leaving Sunday night, but I could stay until Monday too.”
His meaning was clear. Instead of looking away from him like she normally would under similar circumstances, she stared back into his beautiful, brown, heavily lashed eyes without blinking. He was exactly what she had been looking for and he was coming on to her big time. She was not, she told herself, going to screw this up by overthinking it. She was attracted to him, he was attracted to her, and she wanted to go to bed with him. The fluttering in her stomach was encouraging her to do something she would normally never do.
“I hope you stay,” she said, t
aking another sip of her drink. She ran her tongue deliberately over her lips. She was surprised by her boldness. This was so unlike her.
His eyes flared in response to her overt flirting. Her entire body had flipped from medium to high alert. His eyes continued to hold hers. She finally had to look away, breaking his stare. She tried to focus on the dancers while she attempted to compose herself.
“I’m not one for playing games.” His lips grazed her earlobe as he spoke. “At least not when I want someone the way I want you.”
She turned her head slightly to see that he was no longer smiling. His eyes had darkened beneath his long lashes. She looked away and took a large sip of her drink.
“I want to take you to bed, and I think you want that, too. Am I right?”
The apprehension she felt was quickly replaced by the fluttering in her stomach that made her breath catch in her throat before she answered him.
“Yes.”
His lips caressed her neck. “You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for, Abigail. Your skin feels like silk. I can’t wait to see you naked.”
Her insides quivered uncontrollably as she tried to harness her emotions. She could feel his thigh pressing against hers.
“However…” He hesitated. “There is something you should know before we leave here together.”
She leaned back slightly, her eyes resting on his handsome face. She waited for him to speak.
“Oh, baby,” he said huskily, running his hand along her thigh. “It’s what I want to do to you…to that beautiful body of yours that you might find disturbing.”
That didn’t sound good. However, she was becoming more and more intrigued by the second. She kept silent and waited for him to continue.
“I’m a dominant man who has particular tastes when it comes to women and sex. I need kinky and naughty like some people need air. I want that with you. Am I frightening you?”
“Should I be frightened?”
“Possibly, but I hope you aren’t. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Do you trust me to do that?”
“I think so.” She wasn’t afraid of him, even though she knew she probably should be, especially after what he had just told her. She had an idea what he was referring to. She had read books that depicted a BDSM relationship and had always found it salaciously titillating. However, she had never thought she might actually be in a position to experience it.
“That’s a beginning. Do you still want to come to bed with me, Abigail?”
She liked the way his eyes held hers, their meaning clear. His desire for her was right there for her to see. They wanted the same thing.
“Yes. I still want to go to bed with you,” she said softly.
He leaned in closer to her with a sigh. “Tell me again.”
She squared her shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. “Take me to bed, please. Just promise me you’ll take it slow and be gentle, at least in the beginning.”
“I will respect your wishes, which I hope are many.”
His low, sexy voice had her practically swooning, if that were possible. This man was way out of her league. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she was so wet she needed to change her panties.
“My first wish is to see you naked,” she whispered for his ears only.
She heard his intake of breath before he turned and signaled for the waitress, who was instantly at their table.
“Check.”
He signed a paper and handed it back to the waitress. She smiled as he also handed her a wad of bills. She leaned down and thanked him profusely, giving him a full view of her breasts. He stood up and held his hand out to Abby. Abby smiled inwardly as the waitress reluctantly turned away from their table. The woman had been dismissed.
“There’s an exit to the hotel from this level. You should text your friends so they don’t worry.”
“Yes. I should do that.”
She sent Jessica a message that said she was leaving with someone and not to worry. The text back just said, U being slutty, bout time, go for it.
Abby switched screens and looked to see that Rod was gazing down at her. Had he seen the text?
“Ready?” he asked, before his lips found hers, pushing them open with his tongue. She leaned into him as the kiss deepened. His arms encircled her, drifting down her back to the cheeks of her ass. He pressed her into him. When he lifted his head, his eyes were smoldering.
“I’m ready,” she breathed.
He held her close as he expertly weaved through the people and tables to the exit. She felt safe in his arms, but would she feel as safe in his bed?
Chapter Four
Abby stood outside the double doors of Rod’s suite and watched him slide his cardkey through the reader on the door. The little green light blinked before she heard the click as the door unlocked. He opened it. She walked in ahead of him and stood in the foyer that opened into the living area. Directly ahead of her were large windows with a stunning view of the moon above the ocean.
Rod stood behind her not moving, his hands lightly held her by her hips. They slid lower as he lifted her dress until it was around her hips, exposing her garter belt, stockings, and panties. Was he going to have sex with her right here and not even take her to bed? She trembled knowing at this point she didn’t care where he took her as long as he did it soon.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
She did as he told her. She shivered from the feel of his hands on her exposed skin.
“So sexy,” he breathed into her neck as his fingers slid beneath her panties to cup her pussy, which was ready for him.
“So wet.”
She moaned as she leaned back into his chest.
“That’s right, baby,” he said while he continued to rub her clit and fuck her with his fingers. His touch sent jolts of electricity spiraling through her entire body. She went limp against him, barely able to stand. All he had done was touch her and she was totally in his power. She was, she knew instinctively, exactly where he wanted her.
He removed his fingers from her pussy and grabbed the crotch of her panties. She felt the material give way until she was wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and heels below the waist.
“I want you to keep these on,” he said, pulling on a garter. “But this”—he unzipped her dress—“has to go. Lift your arms.”
He pulled the dress over her head. She heard it drop to the floor.
“Turn around, Abigail.”
She turned. His gaze was so intense and so hot she lowered her eyes. She trembled as she stood with her pussy naked and exposed.
“Take off your bra.”
She bent slightly as she reached behind for the clasp and unhooked it. Slowly she slid the straps down over her arms and pulled the black lacey material away from her breasts. They popped out proudly, nipples hard and erect. She dropped her bra on the floor next to the pieces of her panties.
“Hands behind your head. Spread your legs further apart,” he ordered. She looked up hesitantly. She felt his eyes stroking her as they devoured her breasts and lingered on her pussy.
She moaned softly as she clasped her hands behind her head, wishing he would touch her.
He circled her like a bird of prey a couple of times before he stopped and reached out to caress the cheeks of her ass. She could feel her juices escaping against her thighs. She groaned, biting her lip.
“On your knees, Abigail.”
Her reaction was immediate as she did as she was told. She automatically spread her legs, sensing he would want her wet pussy and slick thighs exposed.
He nodded his approval. He stood before for what seemed an eternity before he said, “Take off my pants.”
Again without hesitation, she reached up and undid the brass button of his black jeans before she unzipped them and pushed the material down over his hips. Her hands followed them downward, only stopping to remove his shoes and socks, before he stepped out of them. She threw his pants next to where her dre
ss lay in a heap. His underwear was next. She bit down on her lower lip as she pulled on the elastic waistband until they too slid down over his hips. His cock sprung outward. It was magnificent. It so reminded her of Jamie’s. He was perfectly shaped and well endowed.
Her first instinct was to open her mouth. However, she looked up at Rod to see if she was allowed to take his cock into her mouth. When he nodded to the question in her eyes, she reached for him.
“Hands behind your head,” Rod said gruffly.
“But I want to touch you,” she said.
“Do you want me to gag you and tie your hands, Abigail? Because I will.”
She knew he wasn’t kidding. The thought made her pussy throb. She put her hands behind her head and sucked him into the wet warmth of her mouth. He tasted salty and warm. She liked his flavor of soap and skin. Leaning back, she took him even deeper into her mouth. She felt him stiffen and groan. She looked up to see he was watching her.
“I like the way you suck my cock, baby. Take it as deep as you can. I’ll help you.” He fisted her ponytail in his hand and pulled her head back further to open her throat. She felt his cock go deeper. She desperately wanted to please him.
He began to fuck her mouth with firm, even strokes. She had to keep reminding herself that she wasn’t allowed to touch him. When she thought he was about to come in her mouth, he pulled out and lifted her upward, both hands around her waist. Her hands had fallen to her side as he carried her through the living area into the bedroom where he dropped her onto the bed.
He stood silently, his eyes never leaving her body as he took off his shirt. She felt her breath catch in her throat. He was perfection. Narrow waist, firm muscles and a cock that was big and hard. She wanted every inch of him inside her.
He reached down and cupped her pussy with his hand before he began to slowly finger-fuck her. She arched her body upward, wanting and needing more. This was how she had felt with Jamie. Somehow she had known this man would be the one to make her feel that way again.
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