by C S COURT
I am so close, so achingly close to an earth shattering climax. The thrill of being between a sea of bodies and acting so uninhibited is nearly enough in itself. Throw in a hunk of an alpha male that sets my body on fire with a simple look, and tipping me over the edge becomes imminent.
Feeling a hand slither up my top, tickling the skin as it goes, I wrap my arms around Hunter’s head and grip his hair between my fingers, needing to hold onto something to feel grounded. Hunter uses this as his cue to pull my bra cup down and pinch my nipple, circling the bud in a teasing motion. He rubs his leg harder at the same time, sending me careening off of an imaginary cliff and landing in a bubble of bliss.
I slump in his arms, breathing heavily and feeling sexually sated, Hunter stops moving and kisses me tenderly, removing his hand from my top and bringing it around to stroke my lower back.
“About time you two stopped putting on a display. Even I felt flustered watching the pair of you get at it like horny teenagers. I’m surprised you weren’t thrown out, you horndogs!”
A voice breaks me from my Hunter filled trance, and I spin my head to the side, noticing Lottie with the biggest shit eating grin on her face. Busted.
I blush profusely, a club full of strangers watching me coming apart is one thing, but my best friend seeing it is another.
“Ladies let’s go to our table and have a few drinks shall we?” Hunter to the rescue.
I allow him to take me to the edge of the dancefloor, seeing a roped off section all the way along the edge of the room. Several bouncers are standing next to pillars, preventing any uninvited clubbers from crossing the line.
The bouncer closest to us doesn’t even blink when Hunter approaches, he unclips a section of the rope and takes us to a table, smack bang in the middle of the VIP section.
Hunter sits, pulling me on to his lap and begins to nibble on my ear lobe. I giggle, loving the playfulness and being made to feel like a sexually attractive woman again.
I watch Lottie, totally at ease with being given VIP treatment, reach for the bottle of grey goose vodka in the centre of the table. She holds it up, handing her phone to Harry and asking him to take a picture of her.
I laugh at the silly cow, even though a small part of me is envious of her ability to just let go and not become flustered by such prestigious treatment. Holy shit, that bottle is huge. Easily the length of her arm.
“Baby they don’t expect to drink it all you know?” He says on a laugh. The hot air from his mouth causing me to break out in goose bumps. I really do need to keep myself closed off more. I am far too easy to read. Huh, no wonder Dan controlled me so effortlessly.
Lottie passes me a drink over, done with her posing for the camera. Like the pratt I am though, I take a sip, noticing far too late that their isn’t a mixer in with it and I take a gulp of neat vodka. Fuck that burns.
I splutter and make ridiculous facial expressions, making a grab for the blackcurrant seated beside the ice bucket containing the offensive vodka. Lottie, my evil best friend, just laughs her arse off, falling on to Harry’s shoulder and burying her face, she doesn’t even ask if I am okay.
I swallow a huge mouthful of the juice, not removing my eyes from Lottie the whole time. She is so preoccupied with her giggling fest that she is totally unaware of the ice cubes I have picked up and dropped down the front of her low cut mini dress, until she feels the biting cold that is.
She screeches and grips the bottom of her dress in both hands, trying to make the bottom billow out for the ice to fall through. Now it’s my turn to giggle, I am laughing so hard at her little display that I end up snorting, setting myself off further. I’m pretty damn sure this is the effect of downing a shot, double disaronno and huge mouthful of vodka, but hey, it feels good to laugh, and Lottie is putting on one hell of a show.
I nearly pass out when Harry sticks his hand up her dress, trying to stretch it to give the ice a clear route out. She bats Harry’s hands away, causing him to back up and smack the back of his knees in to the chair and pull her down with him.
By now the ice has dislodged itself from wherever it was hiding and fallen to floor, but poor Lottie is panting, half sprawled on the chair beside Harry and half on his lap.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, attempting to regain my composure, “the ice plus your cleavage was too much of a temptation to resist.”
She grins back at me, her eyes starting to tear up. Watching her is like having a lead ball dropped in to my gut.
I was only messing with her, if there’s one person who you can rely on to have fun, it’s Lottie. Did I go too far this time?
I start to apologise again, but Lottie abruptly cuts me off by jumping up from her sprawled position and diving at me for a hug. I jolt from the impact, but hug her back.
“Fuck me girl. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to see the old Connie again? Ten years baby, ten dull and depressing long years. Halleujiah, she’s finally fucking back!” She hollers.
Harry and Hunter react to her statement by pouring us all a drink. My eyes bulge when I take note of the sheer amount of vodka being tipped in to the glasses and the tiny bit of juice added. I choose to bite my tongue, I’m here to have fun, and I’m fucked if I’m going to be the one to complain.
We each have a few drinks, alternating between dancing and talking. I love this scene, I can dance, have fun and also feel protected at the same time.
Lottie and I have received some every threatening glares from several disgruntled females when they have been turned away from this section, and we couldn’t help but laugh at them. Women can be so desperate when it comes to a good looking man, not that I blame them in Hunter’s respect, but this is one man I plan on keeping to myself for a while, if not forever.
By the time the club is closing, I am well and truly, without a shadow of a doubt pissed.
Lottie and i are struggling to stay upright, crashing in to one another and holding on to our mens arms for dear life. My lips are numb, come to think of it, every part of me is numb, with the exception of my vagina, which is aching to have Hunter filling it.
I try to whisper seductively in Hunter’s ear, although from the giggling coming from beside me it’s obvious I failed at that task. “Are you taking me to bed Mr Jacobson? I think I’s owes.. no..I owe you a flowbob, i mean flowbob, oh for fuck sake.”
“flowbob? Hahaha, Who calls it a blowjob anyway, it’s called giving head you freak. Think someone needs to sleep it off. Wink wink?”
I straighten up, trying and failing miserably to prove that I am not that drunk. Even though I know I bloody well am, everything is distorted and I haven’t got a bloody clue where we are.
“Ahhhh, What the hell?” I screech, as I feel my legs being swept out from under me and the world tilting back. I close my eyes and throw my arms out, making a grab for anything to steady myself on, my equilibrium thrown out of whack. I hear a grunt as my nails dig in to something solid, but I don’t release them.
My body may have stopped moving, although my head is taking a few minutes to catch on.
“Connie baby, I know you are feeling a bit dizzy, but do you mind releasing my pec from your claws? I’m pretty sure the thing is going to fall off if you dig them in anymore.”
“Oh shit,” My eyes snap open, struggling to focus on the location of my fingers. I slowly peel them out of his muscle, wondering how on earth I didn’t notice that before.
“It’s fine, you can kiss it better later.” He tells me on a wink, well I’m pretty sure it was a wink. With my vision it could have been anything.
I feel myself being lowered down, my initial reaction being to throw my arms out to stabilise myself but I, at the last second resist the urge, coming to the rapid conclusion that Hunter will definitely not appreciate another set of marks.
“Home please.” Hunter calls, and it’s only then do I notice he has placed me in the car next to him. Lottie is sat on Harry’s lap, appearing to be passed out.
I smile
to myself, feeling lighter than I have in a long time. Who would have thought meeting the man of my dreams, his friend and moving in with my bestie would happen so instantaneously?
I lean my head on Hunter’s shoulder, feeling really quite brazen all of a sudden.
My hand edges it’s way across his lap, stroking the bulge in his pants. Hunter tenses beside me, making no move to stop what I am doing. I chance a glance at harry, seeing he has his head tilted back and his eyes closed.
I lean my head back down and increase the pressure of the strokes, feeling him grow beneath my hand. This urges me on, giving me the confidence I need to make my next move.
I struggle to pop the button on his jeans, deciding to give up and squeeze my hands down the small gap. I bite back a moan as I brush past his abs, the definition is out of this world.
I wriggle my hand further down, gripping his erection when I reach the base of his cock. There isn’t much leeway for me to do this, but I try anyway.
I get about two mini pumps in, before Hunter places his hand over the top of his jeans and stops me from moving.
The rejection cuts me deep, nearly forcing a cry of pain to work it’s way from between my lips. I try to tug my hand out, needing some distance from the humiliation I have just caused myself, but Hunter pushes his hand harder against mine, preventing me from removing it.
I look up at him in question, wanting him to put me out of my misery and let me go. Instead he lowers his face to mine and takes my lips gently, rubbing his palm ever so slowly and gently over the top of mine, causing small movements against his cock.
“I’m not saying no baby, I’m saying not right here. If you carry on I’ll want to take you all the way, and I’m pretty damn sure you don’t want your best friend to witness me pounding into you.”
My cheeks glow when I realise how right he is. I was taking this far to far for a car ride with some friends.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. This may seem a bit forward, but can I stay with you tonight? I mean, I understand if you don’t want me to not that I blame you..” His lips cut off my drunken ramblings. Jesus, I really do talk shit when I’m drunk.
He pulls back, drawing my bottom lip through his teeth. “Baby, there’s nowhere else I’d rather have you stay.”
I melt from his words, giggling like a five year old and pulling my hand out to wrap my arms around his neck, he laughs with me, amused at my drunken state, and kisses my neck.
I’m falling far too hard and insanely too fast, the only thing I can do is go along for the ride, and prey I don’t get too hurt when it becomes time for him to let me go.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I bat away the hands trying to lift me from my bed, grumbling and wanting to sink back in to my Hunter filled dreams.
Whoever is attempting to lift me is really pissing me off, I’m cosy and in no way do I want to get up. I snuggle my face in to my pillow, growling when it doesn’t soften up but a rumbling sound comes from it instead.
I snap my eyes open, squinting them to make sense of the moving scenery. I notice I am not lying down, but am nestled against a body. Well that explains the noisy pillow.
I breath in deeply, recognising the scent as Hunter’s and relaxing against him. The rumbling sound makes a repeat becoming quite clear from the vibrating chest that Hunter is laughing at me. “What’s so funny?” I sleepily ask.
Again, a repeat of the rumble and vibrations against my face, “Nothing baby. When you sleep, you really do become quite comatose don’t you? It’s like waking the dead.”
I answer without thinking, realising at the last minute that I said the wrong thing. “Erm, no not really. Only when I drink. I haven’t slept like that in years, I need to stay alert in case Dan is pissed off and attacks me, or the kid’s need me.”
A growl resonates from his chest this time, and I immediately regret opening my big mouth, alcohol or no alcohol, I should still be able to filter my thoughts. “You don’t ever have to sleep like that again, that bastard isn’t going to come within an inch of you. You’re mine now.”
The magnitude with which he voices that statement, makes me fall for him that little bit more. He doesn’t hold back at all. He is unconditionally open when it comes to any feelings regarding me or my life.
“Thank you.” Is all I whisper as he carries me through the lobby and directly in to the elevator that the concierge is holding open for us.
I start to drift back in to dreamland, however I’m prevented from falling completely under by Hunter gently leaning me down on to something soft. I open my eyes, catching Hunter watching me with a small smile on his lips.
His eyes find mine and he immediately regains an impassive expression. He leans down, removing my shoes one at a time. As he makes his way to the button on my jeans I attempt to unbutton them myself.
He bats my hands away and takes control. “Let me take care of you. You need to sleep baby.”
My hands flop on to the bed beside me, giving in to his wishes. Who am I to turn down being looked after?
He pulls the jeans down my legs, placing them on the floor beside the bed, immediately returning his attention to my half clothed body. My blazer and top make their way on to the pile and I am left, sprawled on the cover, in nothing but my white lace bra and thong.
Hunter hums in the back of his throat, tracing small circles over my lower stomach, just above my knickers line.
I open my legs in invitation, growing increasingly aroused. “Fuck, if only you could see how sexy you are through my eyes. You need sleep gorgeous, I promise, you can have me tomorrow. Let me just hold you while you sleep.”
No, no, no. I am far too on edge to sleep, I need to feel him between my legs. I need to feel him filling my sex, have him pumping in to me from above and forcing an earth shattering climax from my body. I must have it, as much as I need my next breath.
He can’t leave me like this.
Hunter must spot the frustration on my face, for he leans down and coaxes my lips open with his, swirling his tongue deep inside my mouth, his hand worms its way down under my thong.
He uses his fingers to circle my throbbing clit, causing my body to jump at the abruptness of it. Oh god, I’m not going to be long, I’m there already, I just need that final push.
“Noooo.” I groan against his lips, as he removes his hand.
He chuckles, shushing me before moving my thong to one side and and thrusting his fingers in to my depths. I arch my back, breaking the kiss and groan long and low from the back of my throat.
I blindly move my hand to his huge cock, pouting when he bats my hand away. “Patience baby, there is plenty of time for that in the morning. Let me take care of you so you can sleep.”
His other hand moves back to my clit, circling in time with his other fingers. He rubs his fingers in a come hither motion inside my entrance, hitting my G-spot every time.
I feel the burn start at my womb, working it’s way to my limbs. My toes curl and I throw my head back, screaming my release.
Hunter continues his assault on my sex, bringing me back down gently.
I sigh and flop my head forward, feeling totally spent and relaxed again. The bed moves beside me, and Hunter reaches for me, pulling me across his chest. I notice, at some point he has removed his jeans and shirt.
I snuggle in to his chest, kissing his pectorals, whispering a ‘good night,’ Hunter returns my gesture with a very tender and emotional kiss to the top of the head.
My heart could burst with happiness. My children are safe and enjoying their first holiday with their Grandma, I am living a life I have dreamed of for so long and to top it off I am surrounded and being consumed by an amazing, caring and good looking man.
My children and Hunter are my last thoughts as I fade into a peaceful slumber.
Hmm, that smell.
I roll on to my side expecting to feel a hard body beside me as I search without opening my eyes. Upon finding just sheets, I snap upright.
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sp; Ouch, son of a bitch that hurts. My head, fuck!!!
I groan, and grip my temples with my fingers, rubbing small circles to try to relieve the sharp throbbing pains shooting throughout my forehead.
I am NEVER drinking again, that bastard vodka is still making the room spin.
I throw caution to the wind, and as slow as is possible swing my legs off the side of the bed, wincing when I reach down to pick up my clothes.
Immediately making the decision to vito that idea when the pounding kicks up a gear.
I make my way to the bathroom, desperate for some tooth paste and cold water to freshen up.
The sink fills fast, and I count to five, not overly confident with what I am about to do.
One, two, three, four, five!
My face becomes immersed in the ice cold water, and I tap my fingers against the edge of the sink as an outlet for the shock.
I stay like this until my lungs start to scream in protest and demand oxygen.
Breathing out through my nose, I lift my head, loving the freshness and abrupt wake up call the water provides. I quickly dry my face off and do my business, at the last minute rubbing some tooth paste along my teeth and rinsing my mouth.
My make up, thankfully isn’t too destroyed, only needing a few small smudges of mascara to be removed from under my eyes. The face below it though, unfortunately is too hung over and dehydrated to attempt to fix. I wince at the pale skin and black sunken bags framing my slightly duller than normal green eyes. The only saving grace is that the bruising to my face has gone down significantly.
I take myself in, turning from side to side and checking my body out. I’m not bad looking, I know that, but am I really enough to snag someone like Hunter?
Leaning over the sink I peer into my eyes, trying to see the lost girl beneath the mask I place on everyday.
For the first time in a long time, I don’t need the mask, the sad, defeated girl behind the eyes is gone, and replaced with a livelier, carefree, happy one.
Throwing a smile at myself in the reflection as I turn and stalk through the bathroom and bedroom, my nose perks up again, smelling that delicious aroma carrying me away from my musings and down the hall towards the kitchen.