by M. J. Fields
He pulled me tighter against him and I leaned in. He turned me to face him. “Nothing to say?”
I love your eyes, I love the way you move, and right now I want you. I swear all humor, all sarcasm, all the expressions I was used to seeing on Zandor Steel left his face. He was gonna kill my diet, right here, right now, on this dance floor. My mouth was dry and everything in the room was spinning.
He leaned down and cleared his throat. “You okay?”
I closed my eyes trying to gather my wits, clear my head, make the room stop spinning. I felt his arms wrap around me and he slowly moved us off the dance floor.
I opened my eyes when I felt him lift me and sit me down.
He was studying me carefully. “You need something to drink?”
I felt my stomach turn and I swear I was ready to hurl when he grabbed my ear and started rubbing the top.
“This will make you feel better. It’s a pressure point…” I nodded and closed my eyes.
He pulled my head against his chest and I rested it against him. “She eat before she came out?”
I heard Tiffany. “Nope, she’s on a diet.”
“That’s fucking stupid. You can’t drink like that and not eat! Hey, you got pretzels behind the bar?”
I heard a woman’s voice. “Zandor Steel, when did you get back in town?”
“Couple weeks ago. Do you have pretzels?”
“Anything for you, big guy.”
I pulled my head back and looked up and rolled my eyes.
“Open up, Kitten.” He held up a pretzel.
I shook my head no and he smirked, “When I saw you dancing earlier I had all intentions of feeding you steak tonight, but you don’t look like you’re in any shape for that now do you?”
“Friends,” was all I could say for myself.
“Eat friend,” he smiled and rubbed the pretzel stick against my lip and I opened my eyes and mouth as I looked up. “Kitten…take a damn bite.”
I did as I was asked. After a few bites and a gigantic glass of water, I felt a little better.
I sat back and looked around. All eyes on me and it made me feel like a complete dip shit.
I looked for Tiffany.
“Feeling better?” She asked.
I smiled and took the water from the bar and took a drink. “Much.” I looked up at Zandor, “Thanks.”
“We’re gonna jet.” Cyrus gave Xavier a hug and so did the other one. Must have been the other brother who might I just say was just as hot.
Zandor leaned down and whispered. “That’s my other brother.”
I nodded and he held out the bag of pretzels. “Eat…”
I started to shake my head.
“Now!”
I sat back and he held another up. I tried not to smile as I reached for it. He shook his head from side to side slowly and I opened my mouth. His thumb stroked my lip and I closed my mouth around it.
His eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, desire flooded his eyes and I pulled away slowly. I want steak. And he wanted me.
“You’re playing with me now, aren’t you?”
I smiled and batted my eyes purposely and he closed his.
“Is that him?” I heard a man’s angry voice boom in my ear.
Zandor looked over his shoulder and then back at me. His eyebrow cocked and he tried hard not to smile.
“You Zandor Steel?”
He turned and looked at the guy, “I am. And you are?”
“Tosha’s fucking boyfriend, asshole!”
“Oh hey, Tosha, your boyfriend’s name is asshole?” Zandor snickered.
Oh shit. I looked around and saw Xavier step closer to Zandor and Tiffany sat next to me.
“You fucked my girl?”
“Well how would you like me to answer that Tosha?”
“You don’t fucking talk to her man, I’m here! Answer the fucking question, asshole.”
“Maybe you should watch how you speak to me. Maybe you should watch your mouth in front of these ladies.”
“FUCK YOU! Did you fuck my girl?”
“Yes, and I fucked your mother, too.”
Oh no he didn’t just play the Mom card.
“Excuse me?”
“Well technically not her, but her mouth.”
The man lunged toward Zandor, and Xavier stood between them. His friends grabbed him and pulled him back.
Xavier turned around and said something to Zandor, and they both looked wildly amused.
The guy was being pulled away and Zandor sat in the now-vacant seat next to me.
He was eyeballing Tosha’s boyfriend.
“You should leave,” I whispered.
“No, he can, he’s the one with the problem.” His eyes never left the group of men. “It was almost two years ago, he should get a fucking grip.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have said that about his Mom.”
Zandor smiled. “No I shouldn’t have.”
He watched the guy being pulled out the front door and then sat back, relaxed.
Xavier was laughing when I looked over at him. “You’re an ass Zandor.”
“Yeah I know.”
“The Momma cracks are never a good idea,” Tiffany offered up some drunken advice.
“Especially when you actually fucked his Momma’s mouth,” Xavier loudly.
I looked at Zandor in shock, “I didn’t know it was actually his mom.”
His face actually turned a little pink and I smiled and so did he.
“Dance with me, Kitten?”
“Not a good idea…”
He pulled me behind him through the crowd and stopped and turned toward me, “Like this song?”
I wasn’t even paying attention. One Republic’s Counting Stars, “Yeah.”
He was looking at me with those light sand brown eyes and I was melting. He smiled a little sexy half smile as he let go of my hand. He stepped back and looked at me. He started at my feet and agonizingly slowly he made his way up my body. Normally this would have made me insecure as hell but it didn’t. It made me burn, ache, and want. He finally made it to my eyes and he reached up and put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. I closed my eyes and he began to move our bodies to the beat of the music.
I couldn’t touch him. I knew if I did I would lose what little control I had. He smelled like heaven, manly, clean, and hot—so hot. I felt his hands move from my hips slowly to my lower back. Each inch he touched made me burn even more. His touch became more possessive, as he positioned me how he wanted me to move. His leg was now between mine and his hands splayed across my ass. I wasn’t sure if he started it or if I did but we were so tight against each other I could feel him against me. The burn became intense and his breaths became more shallow. I felt him breathe me in.
“Damn Kitten you smell so fucking hot.”
He stepped back away and I moaned, “That’s it girl.” His knee rubbed against me harder and I moved against it.
“You better reach up here and hold on before you cum.” I shook my head no, “Bekah I’m telling you to hang on.”
I didn’t want to move I wanted this, right here. I was so primed and ready when he loosened his grip and moved away thrusting me back. I was shocked and reached to grab him. He pulled me hard against him and grabbed behind my upper thigh raising it slightly as his other hand grabbed my ass and held me securely against him as he rocked slowly to the beat of the music.
My head was buried in his neck and his in mine.
“I want you to cum Kitten,” he pushed into me harder and I lost it.
“There you go, ride it out don’t stop. I got you.”
I held tight to him and grinded into his hard muscular thigh. I felt the explosion and then the sweet burn of ecstasy spread through me
When I was done he let my leg down and rubbed my back, “I’m proud of you. No inhibitions, taking it right here. So fucking hot. So beautiful.”
His praise continued as his hands ran up and down my body.
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nbsp; “OH FUCK NO!” I heard Tiffany scream.
I stepped back regretfully and looked toward her. Drew looked at her and the shame in that boys eyes was apparent.
“Fuck you Drew, step the fuck off,” she shoved him.
“It’s not what you think Tiff…”
“You buttoning your pants walking in with that skank ass bitch isn’t what it seems?”
She held up her hand to stop him.
“Tiff it was a fucking blow job. It was….”
“Hope it was worth it. Hey Xavier, how would you like your dick sucked?”
Xavier looked at Tiff smiling his fool head off, “How would you like me to lick your pussy?”
“Sounds good,” Drew stepped toward her, “Back the fuck off Drew. This shit is done.”
Xavier grabbed her and yanked her into him and kissed her hard on the mouth holding her face in his hands. He pulled back. “You passed the taste test, let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and looked back at Zandor. “Let’s roll!”
“Tiffany!” Drew yelled.
She didn’t look back, but I did. He looked hurt, man that…
“You heard him, let’s roll.” Zandor tugged at my arm.
“Justice.” I looked around. “He brought us.”
“Yeah well, you’re leaving with me. I’ll text him.”
I had no time to answer. He was dragging me out by my arm.
One Rub Pubic
Zandor
We walked out the door and I looked at my car. “Aww, fuck no!”
She was sitting a little lower than normal. I grabbed my phone and hit the flashlight app and shined it on her.
“Motherfucker!”
I heard Xavier chuckle and I whipped around. I was gonna go off on his ass.
“What man, seriously if you weren’t a Motherfucker this shit probably wouldn’t have happened.”
Tiffany grabbed his shirt and buried her head in his chest and started shaking. “Listen Twit, you might wanna pretend you’re cryin’ because this shit isn’t funny at all. Christ, look at you.”
I rubbed down the side to see if it was dirt or it had been keyed, and my worst fear came to fruition.
I swear to you if Bekah wasn’t standing there I probably would’ve cried like a baby.
I stood back and tried to calm down. I felt a hand on my back and looked over at Bekah, she genuinely looked concerned about me. I threw my arm around her shoulder and took full advantage of the situation.
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” I punched in George’s number. “Hey it’s me, my car’s fucked up. Can you get it towed to Justice’s place? Cool. Nah, I’m good,” I looked down at Bekah and rolled my eyes and she rubbed my back. I rolled em again just to see if she’d continue, and she rubbed harder. I did it again and gained myself a smack in the stomach. “Don’t do that Kitten, the Steel will hurt your little paws.”
Now she rolled her eyes and walked away. Damn she was quick.
“Is it in? No I want the fucking Kubang, or Levante whatever the fuck they’re calling it now…Seriously…fucker! Fine the X7 then…Fuck him, I called it first…No he gets the 5, I get the 7…I’ll text you the address…You the man, George.”
I took a few more seconds to look at my Baby and then over at Xavier. “Call a cab.”
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The cab pulled in front of Hot Buns place, and Xavier and Tiffany ran up the stairs groping each other. Bekah was walking in and I paid the driver.
“Wait up.” I yelled and she turned around and looked at me.
“I don’t think…”
“There you go with that again.”
“What?”
I held the door open. “Thinking. Now get up there.”
She didn’t move she just looked at me. “I’m not gonna try to fuck you, Bekah, what kind of man do you think I am?”
I walked past her and ran up the stairs and looked down. “Need some help?”
“No…I just…”
I ran back down and grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder. Damn, that made her squirm. “Easy Kitten, or we’ll both go tumbling down these things.”
I set her down in front of me. “You’re gonna entertain me until Xavier’s ready to leave.”
“He’ll be here all night.” She rolled her eyes.
“Nah, he won’t. Steel boys don’t play that way.” I opened the door and Xavier was opening a bottle of wine and looking down at Tiffany with a shit-ass grin on his face.
“Easy girl, let’s have a drink first.” X smirked, walked past her and sat down. “Hey Tiffany. Grab four cups, would ya?”
I sat on the couch and patted the spot next to me. “Come on, Bekah. I won’t bite.”
“Maybe she will.” Tiffany sat on Xavier’s lap and wiggled around.
“You two gonna take it in the bedroom or just do it right here in front of us?” Bekah elbowed me pretty damn hard in the side and Xavier looked at me.
“Bro, do you remember that time we…”
“Yeah, I do. That shit is between you and I,” I warned.
“Oh no, spill it Xavier.” Tiffany wheedled.
“Yeah I think you should.” Bekah turned her entire body toward him.
“My first time…”
“Xavier, enough.”
“No way, I wanna know.”
“He was there. Two best friends. Just like this, but darker.” Xavier chuckled .
“All right Xavier, let’s not bore them with the teenage years.” I really was hoping he’d shut the fuck up, the drunk bastard.
“They don’t sound all that boring.” Tiffany leaned back on him and he groaned.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom. Do whatever you got to.”
When I came out, they were gone, thank God. I saw Bekah’s room light on and looked in. She was changing into her night clothes. I think so, anyways, she had on a T-shirt and shorts. A far-fucking cry from the tank and thong I saw this morning.
She turned and saw me. Didn’t try to hide, we kind of shared a moment you know.
I walked in her room.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off my socks. “You wouldn’t make a friend sleep on the couch would you?”
“You were leaving…”
“No I wasn’t, never had any intention of it, now get your ass in bed.”
I stood and took off my pants and turned around. She was trying not to smile, still fucked-up and adorable.
“What?”
“You’re in your underwear.”
“I can lose ‘em if you want.” I ran my finger under the waistband of my Calvin Klein’s.
“NO!” She covered her mouth.
“Fine, but I’m pretty sure you’d like what you saw.”
“Well, those things leave little to the imagination now don’t they?”
I smirked. “You been imagining what my cock is like Kitten?”
“Well I kind of got off…”
“Don’t you say it, you remind me and I’m gonna be all over you. So I’m warning you, Kitten, we either talk about something else or you take your clothes off and lay down next to me and let me take you to the stars.”
“The stars, huh?” she lay down on the opposite side of the bed.
“Maybe beyond them, you’ll have to tell me after.” I rolled over and sat up.
I took my shirt off and lay down a little closer to her and propped myself up on my elbow.
Her eyes were heavy and glassy, but still that brilliant blue that drew me immediately to her. “You’ve got the most beautiful eyes, Bekah.”
She giggled. “Are we going to throw pick-up lines at each other now?”
I smiled at her. “Give me your worst.”
She rolled to her side and grabbed the biggest pillow I had ever seen in my life and flopped it between us. “What the hell is that?”
“Henry,” she giggled.
“Henry? What the hell’s a Henry?”
“Only th
e best snuggler in the world.”
“Oh, I see. Like a teddy bear?”
“No like a stuffed Henry Cavill.”
“No clue who that is.” I truly didn’t. “Old boyfriend?”
“Man of Steel? The superman movie…”
Oh, that explains the underwear, I like my thought better.
“Oh, an actor. Bekah, that shit’s not real, okay. You want a man of Steel you got the real thing right here and this thing’s a cock block.”
“Is that a mirror in your pocket?”
“What?”
“Worst line I’ve ever heard. Is that a mirror in your pocket? You say no and then they say well that’s weird I’ve been seeing myself in your pants all night.”
“That’s fucking lame.”
“Whatever, let’s hear the worst you’ve used.”
“No way.” I flopped back on the pillow.
“So not fair, spill, Aleszandor Steel.” She smacked me in the stomach.
I grabbed her hand real quick and held it to my stomach. “Roses are red, violets are blue. I love spaghetti, now let’s go screw.”
She laughed out loud. “You’ve used that?!”
“Yeah I have.” I rolled over and pulled her hand up to my neck. “Is it gonna work?”
I had her hand so she couldn’t sock me.
“Is your Daddy a farmer? ‘Cause you have some great melons.”
“No shit? That’s pretty lame. Did it work?”
“Yeah it did actually.”
“I got one, my name is Pogo you wanna ride my stick?”
“That’s not even funny.”She giggled.
“Your turn.”
We heard a bang against the wall followed by a giggle. “That’s not gonna happen there sexy, I get top.”
“Fuck that….Holy fuck.”
“That’s right, just fucking lay there and take the best fuck of your life.”
Bekah and I looked at each other and laughed. “Do you have fucking ear plugs in here?”
“Seriously it’s your brother, you mentored him through his first why not hang out for the sequel?”
I grabbed Henry and threw him on the ground, and pinned her hands to the mattress. “That’s top secret information, damn it!”
She was squealed. “He was watching you with his co…”
“Don’t say it, Bekah. I won’t be held accountable for what I do to you.” I said it smiling, but I wasn’t fucking around.