Naughty New Year

by Charlotte Grace

  On my elevator ride to the top of the ship, the doors open to reveal a couple waiting to join. They look to be about my age, and the guy is staring at me before his girlfriend tugs his arm, plastering a fake smile as she waves for me to continue on alone.

  I can’t help but giggle at his reaction, knowing I do look as good as I feel.

  The party is completely over the top, and to my surprise there is no list, so the housekeeper tricked me into coming out for my last night on the ship. There do seem to be more single people. As I eye the crowd I see groups of guys and girls, and feel like I’m in a typical club in LA for a minute.

  Taking a deep breath, I catch a glimpse of my reflection on a mirrored wall and press my shoulders back, remembering how sexy I am. Sashaying toward the bar with all the sex appeal I can manage, I feel eyes following me from every direction.

  “Sit here,” a deep voice says as I pass a crowded area at the bar.

  Turning to my left, I see the nonchalance on his face, as if telling me what to do comes naturally to him. His brown eyes barely glance over mine before hungrily moving down my body. With a rough tousle of his brown hair, he glares at me silently, tilting his head as he tests my defiance.

  “And why would I do that?” A smirk creeps across my face.

  “Because I said so.” There’s no amusement in his tone, which causes my heart to still in both shock and intrigue.

  There’s no way I can describe him as anything other than sexy, his tight, short-sleeved shirt reveal muscular arms, and his bone structure could be the mold for sculptures in Rome.

  Without a word, he rises from his stool, walking toward me until his body is flush against mine, his hand dropping to my hip as he looks down into my eyes.

  “Are you going to do what I want, or not?” He glares, and I swallow hard. His appeal only increases with the closeness.

  “Yes.” It’s a breath, but it’s all it takes for his lips to curve up on one side before he spreads his hand on the small of my back, leading me toward the seat beside his.

  “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear and then settles back into his seat, raising one hand to call the bartender.

  “What’s up, Adam?” the blonde woman says, flipping her hair to the side as she smiles at him like I don’t exist.

  “Two gin and tonics.” He motions toward me, and the woman nods, looking a bit dejected before turning away.

  A strange feeling of pride replaces what I think may have been jealousy. How on earth can I be territorial over a man I’ve just met? There’s something about him that I just want to be mine. I’ve never felt so aggressively attracted, or captivated, by someone in my life. It’s strange, but I like it.

  He turns to me, his strong hand resting on my knee. “What’s your name?”

  “Maggie.” I smile back as he nods his approval and mouths my name to himself.

  “You must be quite popular for the bartender to know you by name,” referring to the blonde’s previous earlier interaction.

  “She just wants to fuck.”

  She returns with two drinks and a smile. “Here you go,” she says brightly, but I can barely focus after hearing his bold explanation for her blatant flirting.

  “Drink up,” Adam says to me, and I do so without hesitating, slamming the empty glass on the counter as I finish.

  “I want another one,” I jokingly demand.

  “A woman who knows what she wants. I like that,” he replies in a dark tone. He gestures at the bartender again, moving his index finger in a circular motion to order another round from a distance.

  “So, has this party been going on every night? I guess I missed out,” I say more to myself as I look around the dance floor.

  “No, you came at the perfect time.” His hand slides further up my leg with every word.

  My body begins to overheat as I sip the second drink, and Adam’s fierceness only intensifies my reaction. The way his jaw tenses while he listens is so sexy, I find myself struggling to finish my sentences. It’s been too long since I felt a man touch me, and the longer I sit on this stool, the hungrier I grow.

  “Where are you from?” he asks, ordering a third drink.

  “LA. You?”

  “Oh shit! I’m from LA too. What are the odds?” His eyes gleam, the brown growing so dark they appear to be black circles staring back at me.

  “Come on. Let’s dance,” he announces, setting his empty glass on the bar before standing. Instantly, my skin burns where his hand rested, missing his fiery touch.

  Again, I don’t question him, and willingly follow him to the dance floor, the Rosewood aroma of his cologne leading the way. As the crowd grows thicker, he offers his hand and I place mine within his, allowing him to pull me through the droves of people while I use my free hand to continuously pull my dress down, as it rides with each step I take.

  “Come here,” he growls, pulling me into his arms when he finds a small patch of space on the dance floor.

  The music is booming, and my body falls into his with ease, moving along to the rhythm, bumping into his hard chest. His hands are on my hips, so I sway from side to side before turning with my back to him, twirling my ass in circles, brushing against his crotch until I feel him begin to harden.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Maggie,” he warns in my ear, but glancing over my shoulder, I can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

  “Just be happy with a dance,” I tease, continuing to move my body seductively.

  “Is that how you want to play this?” He grins, nodding and frowning his lips as if accepting a challenge.

  Adam moves his hands to my neck, massaging, but also subtly restricting my breathing, tempting me with domination. My stomach drops when the pressure is gone, because I want more, but also grow excited as his hands move further down my body.

  There’s nothing subtle about the way he cups my breasts before sliding one hand inside the front of the thin lace of my dress to tease my nipple. I quickly look around to see if anyone is watching, but everyone seems lost in their own world.

  “Now one’s watching, baby,” Adam whispers in my ear before tugging my earlobe with his teeth. He growls low and I feel a moan escape me.

  He answers my whimper of desire. “I know what you want.” But I don’t respond verbally.

  Instead, I thrust my ass back again, this time feeling his rock-hard erection pressed against me. He’s huge! The outline is throbbing against my back, as the desire pools between my legs, wanting to feel him, but also so confused by this new confidence.

  I’ve never been groped on a dance floor, but here I am, praying no one stops his hands, wanting them to go further and squeeze me harder. I feel like a new woman, lost to his seduction, but still not forgetting how wrong it is.

  “You feel me, Maggie?” he whispers in my ear, his tongue then tracing a vein on my neck, while his hands desert my breasts and move down to my hips.

  “Yes,” I moan, my head leaning back to grant him full access of my neck.

  Adam’s touch reaches down my thighs before one hand lifts under the dress, two fingers slowly tapping my sex as he whispers, “Let me have this.”

  “Yes.”

  Working like a man possessed, he halts the dance instantly, gripping my wrist as he barrels through the dance floor with none of the finesse he entered with. My feet are working overtime trying to keep up with him in the sky-high heels. Every so often, he glares back with lustful eyes to make sure I’m okay, but he never slows or pauses until he reaches the restroom area of the nightclub.

  He can’t be serious, I think to myself. We’ve both got cabins, and they can’t be too far. There’s no reason for us to rush into a bathroom when we could easily have a bed.

  Pulling open the bathroom door, he pushes me into the small room, slamming the door behind him and turning the lock before roughly pushing my back against the door. Gripping the nape of my neck, he slides his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with a passion and vigor that makes my
leg lift, curling around his waist.

  His hand grips my thigh, lifting me so that my other leg follows suit as he carries me across the room, setting me down gently on the sink countertop.

  “Adam,” I begin when he releases my lips, kneeling between my legs, “we don’t have to –”

  The words die on my tongue when he runs his teeth along my lace-covered opening. My breathing is erratic and needy, my pussy pulsating, begging for pressure.

  Sliding my lace panties to the side, he plunges his index finger into my sex, glaring up at me as I moan with pleasure. After one plunge, he pulls the pressure out and sucks my juices from his glistening finger.

  “You’re so sweet.” He shakes his head before biting his bottom lip.

  Watching me, he tilts my hips upward and tugs at my panties until I hear the fabric tear, his hands press on each of my inner thighs and he buries his head between my legs.

  “Yes!” I yelp when his tongue laps my sweet spot, slurping my arousal before kissing my opening and then lapping me with his tongue.

  “Mmm …” he hums, savoring my taste as his tongue circles my clit.

  The vibrations in my body are climbing toward an explosion; I feel myself tightening all over, unable to control the sensation or slow the impending climax. I’ve never come from oral alone, but I can feel all the signs pointing in that direction.

  Turning my head as he presses my legs into the air, I study the patent leather straps on my feet as the sound fades and I’m lost to pleasure. Everything moves in slow motion as my feet bounce from his movements, fucking me with his tongue, and then the explosion erupts from deep in my core, the orgasm rattling me as I cry his name in praise.

  “Adam!” I holler once more as he rises to his feet, dropping my legs to fight with his belt. My hands rush to help him, before his heavy length falls into my hands. He’s got the largest dick I’ve ever seen, and before I can process it, he’s sliding inside me, deep and smooth.

  Still reeling from my climax, my pussy clenches down on his girth, thankful for the friction as he slides out before slamming back into my warm flesh.

  “You’ve got a greedy cunt, Maggie,” he growls, holding onto the top of the mirror for leverage, pounding into my pussy hard and fast.

  “Oh God!” I moan, another wave of vibrations building within me.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night,” he grunts, gripping my hip with one hand to stop me from moving from his perfect angle.

  “Oh, fuck!” I find it impossible to carry on a conversation as he plunges in and out of me, reaching depths I didn’t even know existed.

  “That’s it. You’re gonna come again for me,” he grins proudly as he lowers his hand from the mirror, gripping onto my waist with both hands as his hips rock faster, recklessly.

  “Yes! Yes! Adam! Fuck!” I yell unable to control my tone or volume.

  “Give it to me, Maggie!” he growls, fucking me harder.

  “Ahhh!” My eyes clench shut trying to grasp my illusive orgasm, which seems just out of reach.

  Reaching beneath his shirt, I run my nails along the ripples of his tense abdomen. His body is growing sweaty, and his muscles are flexed with need. From the way his hips are bucking uncontrollably, I know he’s close to his own release, and that turns me on.

  “Cum, Maggie,” he grunts, trying to sound commanding, but I hear the vulnerability lingering in his tone; it’s his desperation to explode.

  “God,” I breathe, my orgasm barreling toward me.

  “Right fucking now!” he yells, slamming into me so hard, I fear the mirror may shatter behind me.

  Thankfully, my body is still under his spell, and I climax on command for the first time ever. My head drops back in ecstasy as the euphoric release sweeps over me. Adam’s hips are bucking like an animal now, the animalistic craving taking over before he slams hard, a soft moan escaping his throat when his dick begins to spasm inside me, shooting hot semen deep in my warmth.

  “Argh! Fuck!!” he grunts, his face buried in my neck as his hips slow to a standstill once he’s finished.

  Slowly, he pulls back, stumbling slightly as his legs seem unsteady. With a glazed over look, he tucks himself back into his pants before kneeling, slowly removing the tattered lace of my panties from the floor.

  “What are you doing?” I wonder aloud, my heart still racing as I chase my breath.

  “These are mine,” he says, and places them to his nose before stuffing them in his pocket.

  I feel my sex clench at the pure sexiness of him. Everything he does is erotic, making me feel dizzy with disbelief. Could this have really happened? I’m not the type of girl that fucks in the bathrooms of nightclubs. How could he make me so horny that my inhibitions just melt away? Who is this man?

  “Clean up.” He nods toward the sink before walking to the door.

  With one last glance and a smirk of accomplishment, he twists the lock, pulling the door closed behind him as he leaves me alone on the sink with a swollen pussy.

  Climbing down, I rush to lock the door so that no one can barge in on me. A giggle escapes me when I notice my reflection, a flush face with hair that reveals how well fucked I am. God, that was amazing. My pelvis tenses with a hunger, already wanting more.

  My mind flashes to his first words once inside me, about how I had a greedy cunt. Who knew the c-word could be so sexy? Straightening my dress with shaky hands, I run my fingers through my hair before wiping the running mascara from my eyes.

  Dick so good, it’ll bring you to tears, I joke to myself.

  Who cares how wrong this is, I want more. My only regret is waiting until the last night to come out of my shell, but now that I’m out, there’s no way I’m going back in.

  Giving myself one more look over, I make a mental note to tip the cleaning lady handsomely, before walking out of the restroom.

  I’m not sure what I expected, maybe a group of girls giggling, or guys pointing at me with a knowing look of disgust, but there’s no one there. Not even Adam.

  Retracing my steps, which is difficult, considering how high I was on arousal, I return to the bar area, hoping to find him there, but no. He’s nowhere to be found, and my body is anything but done with that hunk of a man.

  For twenty minutes, I stalk around the dance floor, searching for his strong chest and broad shoulders. Deciding he must have gone back to his room, I opt to do the same. There’s no need to be greedy, I guess.

  Maybe I should just be grateful for my racy rendezvous and call it a night. Slowly, I walk down the hall to my room, hoping to be stopped by a shout from Adam. Instead, I reach my door to hear my room phone ringing, and begin fumbling with my key to get in fast enough to answer.

  He must have lost me too, and now he’s tracked down my room number, trying to find me. Growling at my clumsiness, I finally unlock the door, trampling over my suitcase to grasp the plastic phone in my hand.

  “Hello?” I yell out of breath, panting as I listen closely for his response, ready to go any and everywhere to feel more of him.

  “Hello?” I repeat when I don’t immediately hear a response.

  “Are you panting?” The voice is accusatory and familiar.

  “Beth!” I screech, falling to my bed in exasperation.

  “I guess you’ve been having fun without me,” she jokes.

  “Gosh, I thought you were this guy I just met.”

  “Oooh, a hot guy? Tell me all about it.” She oozes with curiosity, and I’m shocked by how much I want to tell her.

  Still so new in my mind, it all feels like a dream, and I need to run it by someone to hear just how crazy it was.

  “Okay, so I’ve been staying to myself, pretty much just alone in the room,” I admit.

  “Maggie, you promised not to do that,” Beth reminds me.

  “Well, that’s not the point. Today my cleaning lady tricked me into going out. There’s so many couples and old people, I didn’t really like it solo. Anyways, I went and I wore that black la
cy dress you gave me – which you may not want back after this story,” I warn her, walking over to the minibar I’ve avoided, deciding this story is worth an exorbitantly overpriced drink.

  “This just gets juicer and juicer. Let me pour a glass of wine,” Beth smirks.

  I laugh to myself at our mirrored reactions. Even miles away, we’re still so similar in our ways. While what I did tonight was out of character for me, I have to wonder how shocking it will be to my best friend, especially after her recent admission that she can get a little wild in the bedroom.

  “So, we’re flirting at the bar, having a few drinks,” I continue before she interrupts me.

  “What’d he look like?”

  “Hot. Super hot. Muscular with tattoos, handsome face, dominating in every sense of the word.” I shake my head as my eyes close remembering Adam.

  “I love tattoos,” she swoons.

  “Yeah, it was everything.”

  “Dominating how?” Beth asks.

  “His first words to me were, ‘sit here,’ when I was walking by the bar. He got all in my face daring me to reject him, then ordered my drink once I sat down. His hands were all over me; it was crazy,” I clarify.

  “Oh God,” she quietly gasps.

  “Then, he just announces we’re going to the dance floor, and I went!” I screech, knowing how out of my character this was.

  “Go, Maggie! Seize the moment!” she encourages with a yelp.

  “He was all over me, Beth! His hands were up under my dress, pinching my nipples, touching my sex!”

  The more I retell the story, the more unbelievable it becomes. I’d completely lost myself to him, let go of all my prudish ways, and indulged my sexual desires. It was incredible to just be free for the first time, forgetting what he would think of me, and just doing what I wanted.

  Adam was so dominating, I didn’t even have to do much, which was perfect. All I needed was to allow him to take over and have his way with me.

  My pussy throbs replaying the scenario as I recount the night to Beth. Her oohs and ahhs let me know she more than approves, and at times I am almost certain she envies me for the night, a feeling that is quite foreign.