by C. J. Wells
“Wonderfully, thank you. Amira was so kind to let me sublet. I can’t thank her enough... and Alex, of course”, I look towards him, smiling.
“Alex can be very persuasive when he puts his mind to something”. Mo smiles at him, patting him on the back, his eyes flickering a glint of amusement.
My eyebrows peak with interest.
Taking them in, Alex rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Mo”. He shoves him playfully. “Let’s go get a drink, Aby”.
Sliding his fingers in mine, he leads me through the throng of mingling guests to an opening at the bar, placing our orders for two Heinekens.
“What was that all about?”
“Nothing worth mentioning. Mo just likes to get me riled up”. He hands me my drink.
Though my curiosity is killing me, I decide to let it go; taking a sip of my beer, my eyes closing in enjoyment.
Opening them, I find Alex smirking at me, his blue eyes dancing in devilish delight.
“Good drink?”
“Mmmm… amazing”. I smile, absentmindedly placing my hand on his firm chest. “I’ve been looking forward to this event all day, it’s very exciting. You’ve been keeping me well entertained of late”.
“I happen to be a fan of your entertainment as well”, he purrs, pulling me into his arm, bending to nuzzle my neck.
The feel of his warm breath on my skin ignites my blood.
“Behave yourself, Mr. Tate. We’re in public”. Smacking his chest lightly, I push away, taking a quick scan of the people around us.
“I want you no matter where we are”. He pulls back to look into my eyes. “You make me want to do crazy things, Abigail Ryan”.
His sexual innuendo sends a hot blast of desire coursing through my body, his fuck-me smirk dazzling me as he lifts his beer to his lips.
I swear I see his tongue dart out to lick the bottle’s rim; my gaze flashes to his.
His eyes are filled with mischief.
He’s playing with me.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, big guy”.
Releasing a low growl, he steps towards me; halting his approach as Mo and a few others join us.
His molten gaze remains locked on mine momentarily before he turns to greet his friends; a smile plastered on his face as though he wasn’t just about to pounce.
How he switches gears so effectively is beyond me. I guess that’s why he’s a famous actor. I, on the other hand, know that my cheeks are likely pink in shade, and have to try my hardest to control my breathing.
Damn him and what he does to me.
~
My face almost hurts from smiling so much as I take in Mo and the others.
They all seem to be wonderful people. I feel completely part of the crew with their constant attention and friendly demeanors.
Alex has been domineered by one friend after another, of course; sometimes being led off in conversation, leaving me to fend for myself amongst the group. Which is absolutely fine. The company is much better than our last outing - the lacking presence of the ‘Fuck-me Twins’ making it all the more enjoyable.
I’m rather overjoyed that Catty Anastasia and Touchy Drusilla aren’t on the guest list, having had my fill of them this week. I also note that Ben isn’t here. Which is surprising. I would have expected him to be.
Taking a moment to glance around the room in search of Alex, I find him engrossed in conversation across the bar.
Watching him in action with his captivatingly gorgeous smile is addictive; my desire to rip his clothes off ever present in my mind. We’re so very compatible that way; our need for each other a constant hurdle - particularly when we’re out in public.
“Be careful, if a brisk breeze comes by, you’ll be stuck like that”.
“Huh?” Turning I take in Mo’s smiling eyes.
“You have a little drool right there”, he gestures towards the corner of his mouth.
I offer him a deer in the headlights expression.
Chuckling, he gently pushes my shoulder, “I’m kidding, Aby. It’s all right if you ogle Alex across the room”.
“Well, it’s kinda hard not to”. I shrug my shoulders, laughing.
“Yeah, he’s a pretty bitch, isn’t he? He’s not my type though. I prefer skinny and short. And female”, he winks. “You know I’m just teasing you right. It’s a habit of mine”.
“I did notice that. In fact, one particular tease stood out for me tonight”.
“Oh yeah, which one?” He takes a drink of his Guinness.
“The reference of Alex being very persuasive when he puts his mind to something… I’m curious what you meant by that”.
Laughing, Mo holds his hands up in a sign of peace. “Habitual teaser, yes. Shit disturber, not so much”.
“You think it’s something that would upset me?” I question, slightly alarmed in curiosity.
“You? Nah. But Alex might use those pretty arms of his to ring my neck if I spilled the beans”. He laughs. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad”, he reassures me, taking in my slight unease. “But you’ll have to charm it out of pretty-boy. I tease, but I can’t be squeezed”. He smiles with a playful wink.
Well, I’m just going to have to squeeze it out of pretty-boy himself. Smirking, I shake my head imagining the many fun ways I could go about doing just that.
The abrupt sound of applause jars my attention.
Looking towards the small stage at the back of the bar, I see Imagine Dragons make their entrance. Absentmindedly, I join in, clapping as I glance quickly around the room in search of Alex once more.
He’s no longer standing where I spotted him last.
The crowded club slowly silences to the bands introductions as they welcome everyone to the private showing before setting up at their respective instruments.
I finally spy Alex through the throng of people, leaning casually against the bar, staring directly towards me. His eyes filled with hunger. A hunger so passionate, paired with the melodic intro of Imagine Dragons’ ‘Radioactive’, it causes a flutter to stir in my belly, and an intense moistness to pool between my legs.
His gaze caresses my body from his distance at the bar; the licking of his lips so carnal and suggestive, I feel the pang deep in my womb. I’m overwhelmed with desire and the need to feel his hands on my body. Our magnetic pull to each other amongst the crowded club is undeniable.
The cocktail of his hungry stare and the sensual beat of my favorite song plague me relentlessly. Never before have I felt such an intense rush of sexual yearning in the middle of a public venue.
His lustful blue eyes are scorching me; leaving me breathless as I watch him fluidly make his way around the occupied tables separating us. Maneuvering his way towards me, he sidetracks standing patrons effortlessly, his eyes clearly announcing his intent, never leaving mine. He’s consuming me. Captivating me. And I’m mesmerized.
Losing my breath in the quickening of my heartbeat, I stare up into his eyes as he reaches me - his beautiful face etched with yearning, his jaw flexing in that oh so sexy way. He’s a beacon of intent sexuality.
I’m unable to speak. No words are required as we stare, transfixed into each other’s eyes.
Sliding his fingers down my goose-fleshed arm, he gently grabs my hand, sending an electric spark down my core.
With a quick tug he pulls me, leading me in the direction of the main stage. He curves his way around the surrounding tables, steering us past Imagine Dragons, their ‘Radioactive’ tempo increased.
Continuing towards a doorway to the right side of the stage, I unconsciously peer over my shoulder towards the oblivious crowd as I follow him obligingly - my needy body laced with anticipation of the unveiling of his intentions.
Entering the darkened hallway to the left, we find our seclusion in the galley directly behind the stage.
Alex stops abruptly, pushing me back against the concrete wall.
I reflexively brace myself in the momentum, feeling the abrasiveness of the col
d, coarseness against my heated fingertips.
The thick velvety stage curtain brushes my shoulder, sending a delicious shiver coursing through me at the realization that it’s the only barrier effectively protecting us from view.
His body surrounds me as he pushes my back against the wall; it’s cold concrete tantalizing my overheated skin.
We’re surrounded by darkness in our curtained cocoon. The sporadic flashing lights from beyond the velvet drapes, timed beautifully with the intense beat of the song, reveal flashes of his glorious silhouette.
I want this man, right here, right now.
My senses are intoxicated as we lose ourselves in our risqué refuge; shielded from the unknowing crowd. An anxious lustful yearning transforms me into a ball of sexual need. My heart beats faster with each increased bass of the drums so close to us, my body pulsing down to the pooled wetness in my thong.
Crushing his mouth to mine in a furious display of lips and tongue, he slides his fist around the nape of my neck, his fingers lacing through my long hair as he angles my head for his devouring. The increased crescendo of the song is matched by his fervor, his breaths quickening as his hands grab, tug and pull with his fuelled desire.
Wrapping myself around him, I give in to my equally licentious want; invading his mouth, pushing my tongue into his, tasting him, consuming him. I want this man. I need this man. I don’t care where we are or who may be watching.
He slides his hand along my waist, down my hips.
I moan at the knowledge of his destination, my wetness coating my thong, soaking it further.
My hands travel uncontrollably over the width of his broad shoulders. His tense, needy body electrically pulling at my fingertips as they find their way into his hair, pulling him closer as though he were my lifeline.
Running his hand along the inside of my thigh, moving aggressively under my skirt, he brushes against my soaked thong.
The slight touch of his fingers on my quivering pussy causes my released moan, a guttural longing cry through our entangled lips. My readiness for him so intense, he could simply slide his cock deep inside me in one easy stroke.
Branding me his, he cups his palm around my core in declaration of ownership as I shudder uncontrollably in his arms.
Deftly, he moves aside my thong, sliding along my wetness before filling me full with his fingers, rousing an escaped throaty whimper of cavernous yearning.
An unheard mutter of wanting consent seeps from my swollen lips between our frenzied enrapture of kisses.
Curling his fingers, deeply filling me, he maintains a steady pace, pushing in and out of my slick core in rhythm to the music’s beat, maintaining a sensual pressure on the sweet spot deep inside.
He runs his thumb along my clit simultaneously in a slow circular motion.
I gyrate my hips into him with uncontrolled eagerness.
Lost in crazed erotica, I moan in desperation, clawing at his shoulders, tugging at the collar of his white dress shirt, triggering the deepening push of his fingers inside me, a quickened stroking of my clit.
Devouring my lips as though he can’t get enough of me, the heady cocktail of his want begins pushing me over the edge. My pussy convulses in earnest around his thick fingers, orgasm only a breath away.
I shudder uncontrollably as my desire soaks his palm.
With a final push of his enticing fingers I scream, my body writhing in intense orgasm; my elicited shriek lost in the echoed reverberation of the band and its loud pounding bass.
Panting in sexual satisfaction, I try aimlessly to control my breathing. My sated body sagging limply against him, I shake uncontrollably from the after-effects of a mind-blowing climax.
The euphoria of the melody is intoxicating as I feel his tantalizing firmness at my quivering sex, his hard cock freed in an earnest maneuvering at the front of his pants.
His strong hands curl under my thighs as he pulls me upwards against the wall, wrapping my legs securely around him, pushing inside me in one fluid movement.
My body’s carnal desire reawakens around his fullness, with a released inaudible cry.
The overwhelming bass of the song rumbles like a chant in my ear as the pumps of his hips increase, thrusting into me with relentless need.
The feel of his teeth against my neck, a small nip to my skin, heightens the fire in my core as I peak once more.
Responding to my orgasm, his thrusts begin to slow, his body shuddering in the grips of his own intense climax.
Wow. Holy shit that was incredible.
I bask in the moment, lost in his hold; our bodies shaking beneath our unsteady breaths, the sheen of our sweat beaded skin evident between the intermittent flashes of the stage lighting.
The music begins to fade; our sexually eliciting song coming to a close as ‘Demons’ takes its place.
As our breathing returns to a natural pace, Alex slowly returns me to my feet; securing himself back into his pants in a rustle of movement.
Imagining I must look quite a sight, I adjust my dress in the darkness.
Does the term rode hard and put away wet mean anything to you? - my inner actress lights a cigarette.
With a gentle kiss, he lingers momentarily at my lips before taking my hand.
Giving it a quick squeeze, he directs us out of our private seclusion.
I can’t believe we just did that!
Walking back into the bar, I’m thoroughly pleased to see all the patrons not paying us any mind; their gazes remaining locked towards the band on stage.
We’re making our way back towards Alex’s friends when I suddenly note that Ben is amongst them. Hold up…
I saw Ben… when I was following Alex to our hideaway. He was watching us as we departed.
It hadn’t registered before, in my sexually charged state of mind, but it’s all coming back to me now.
Oh my God. Did he know where we were going? What we were going to do?
As the memory flashes through my mind, I replay the incident over and over. Ben leaning against the sidewall, alone, his eyes intense over a dawning smirk. He was looking directly towards us as Alex led me away.
Jesus, that smirk of his... it never fails to give the creeps.
With my nervousness heightened as we approach the waiting crowd - Ben included - I reflexively squeeze Alex’s hand.
Turning towards me, he offers a smile, effectively slowing the increased racing of my pulse. His gentle smile calms my sudden nerves as only he could, his strength lending me the much-needed confidence to continue through the night as though nothing out of the ordinary just happened. Our ‘Radioactive’ erotic quickie is our own tantalizing secret, shared silently between us with every glimpse.
~
Standing outside the club, Alex wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him, his lips finding their way to the familiar place at my neck.
“Finally, I have you all to myself”, he nips my earlobe, sending glorious electricity through every inch of me. “Did you enjoy the evening?”
“Are you kidding me? It was so great, Alex. Mo is hilarious, and his friends were so nice… and Imagine Dragons! They were amazing”. I feel the heat tainting my cheeks pink as I consciously avoid mentioning our own private event.
That was out of this world. I still can’t believe we did it. Right there, behind the stage!
My body quivers deliciously around my electrically charged veins; the amazing live, extended version of ‘Radioactive’ replaying in my mind.
“That’s it?” He pulls away from my neck, offering a playful frown. “Personally, I enjoyed our backstage pass”. His lips curl deviously as his hands glide down over my ass.
Biting my lip, my eyes close to white light against the heated bolts shooting down my core. The sensations of our risqué indulgence in our behind-the-curtain hideaway returning in full force; the feel of a squeezing pulse at the absence of his fill.
I unconsciously pull down along the width of his shoulders, the strength of th
em under my fingertips stirring a renewed desire as I open my eyes to his equally molten stare.
“That, Mr. Tate, was incredible”.
His eyes flicker electric blue as he bends to attack my inviting lips.
I can never get enough of this man’s taste.
“Get a room, you two”.
I nearly jump out of my skin at Ben’s alert to his presence; the closing of the club’s door signaling his very recent exit of it, halting my pending heart attack.
At least he wasn’t standing there staring at us for who knows how long.
Pulling his lips from mine, Alex maintains focus on my eyes. “Bite me, Ben”.
“You, I don’t care for, mate. Aby? Would you like to offer a more polished, attractive gentleman a taste?”
“That’s not happening, mate”. Alex gives me a smile and releases me to take my hand. Turning to look at Ben, he tilts his head in question, “You’re leaving already?”
“What can I say, bigger and better callings my friend. It was a good show, though”. Ben’s devilish smirk makes its expected appearance.
Can’t the guy just smile like everyone else?
“Mo and the gang will probably be in there all night. You two are checking out early as well. Planning to head back to your place for some private dancing?”
“I’m actually moving into my flat in the morning”. My excitement is combined with regret as I think of my last night together in Alex’s apartment.
“I see, so that would be a yes then. Tate’s place will be rocking tonight”. Ben gives Alex a jovial shove.
Shaking his head, Alex waves Ben toward a taxi pulling up to the curb. “You go ahead, we’ll catch the next one”.
“Cheers, shithead”. Ben opens the cab door. “Nice to see you again, beautiful”.
Wait for it…
Yup, there it is, that shiver-inducing smirk, again.
My inner actress pokes me and I offer a scripted smile in return. “Good night, Ben”.
I watch the taxi pull away as Alex turns towards me.
Taking me in his arms once more, his lips return to my neck.
“What is it with that guy?” I realize I’m questioning aloud.