by Annie Stone
Oh yeah, been there, done that.
Sam’s the first one to come out of the stupor.
“Shit, Thea. You’ve got your work cut out for you,” she grins, and right now I’d happily stab her!
All eyes turn on me, and all I can do is shake my head and pretend I don’t know what the hell she’s going on about.
Josh clearly remembers our little chat. “Oh yes, that little problem we talked about although,” he says as his eyes roam over the boys, “little is the last word I’d use” and emphasizes the world little.
All eyes on me again, this time with seemingly more interest.
“Do we want to know?” Tom grins.
“Yeah,” Sam interjects.
I grab both Sam and Josh’s arms and march them into my room.
“If you’ll excuse us for a second, I’m just going to show them my room,” I say, and as soon as the door is closed behind us, round on them both.
“What the hell, guys?” I say as Sam nearly shouts: “Good grief, how’d they get that hot?” and Josh says: “Tell me they play for my team!”
I glare at them. “You are both plain crazy, dammit, how could you do this to me? Those guys mustn’t ever know about my obsession with BJs.”
Sam looks at me, full of wide-eyed innocence. “I’m pretty sure they’d be delighted and would happily drop their trousers so you could act on it.”
“Jeez Sam, speak a little louder, why don’t you, I’m not sure they heard you in China,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Who are you?” says Josh, gently shaking me. “And what have you done with our friend who couldn’t stop talking about sex without blushing?”
“Yeah, yeah, look I just don’t want them finding out that I’m attracted to them. I already feel at a disadvantage,” I say.
“How come?” Sam asks irritably.
“Hello! Have you seen them? The three sex gods out there?”
“Sure I saw the sex gods, but you’re a sex goddess, so where’s the problem?” Sam asks.
I look at her like she’s deranged. “Are you kidding? I’m no sex goddess, I look okay but those guys…they’re unreal.”
Sam frames my face in her hands. “Listen to me and listen good, Thea, you are a sex goddess and super-hot. What’s up with you? You’re starting to sound like Lacey. You have no, and I mean no reason at all to feel like you’re at a disadvantage.”
Josh lifts a finger meekly between us. “Can I just check, you said you’re attracted to them. Anyone in particular?”
I’m somehow deflated. “All of them, I guess,” and Josh’s grin is a mile wide.
“You complete slut, come on, we’re going back out there, you’re going to remember your manners and introduce us.”
“Sorry for being so rude,” I say as we all stand in the kitchen. “These are my friends, Sam and Josh, and these are my room mates, Tom, Will, and Matt.”
We all sit down at the table, eat pizza and chat. Sam and Josh behave themselves, as much as they’re able to, but they don’t embarrass me. Tom, Matt, and Will are wonderful. They joke with us, tell funny stories, and rag on each other. I watch closely how they interact and keep thinking how wonderful it must be to have the people you grew up with still in your life. It makes me a little emotional. Sometimes I long for that kind of trust. Sam and Josh know everything about me, but it’s not the same. We haven’t experienced stuff together. When we tell each other stories from our past, they’re new to those hearing them. It’s not like that for my roommates. “Hey, do you remember that time...?”
The ringtone on my phone wakes me from my reverie.
Josh looks at me. “Is that the address?” he asks.
“Yeah, Pablo just sent directions to today’s very fancy location.”
Matt asks, “It’s not the same place?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s always somewhere else, which is why it’s so legendary.” I stand up and add, “I’m going to get changed, and then we can go.” I hope I don’t sound too excited or crazed. I go to my room and slip into my new black dress. It’s knee-length, has wide straps, a deep v-cut, and a slit up one thigh. I slip into my black dance pumps.
I leave my hair down—I’m having a good hair day, yay—and put on some make-up. I check myself out in the mirror and am happy with what I see. I grin. More than happy.
When I come out, five pairs of eyes stare at me. Yep, definitely working it if I interpret those gazes correctly.
Sam giggles. “Got your special panties on?”
“Jeez Sam, they’re just normal panties.”
“What kind of special panties?” asks Josh.
Sam giggles. “Dildo panties.”
I hear stifled laughter and notice Matt trying to hold it back and failing miserably. I glare at him. “Oh no, I’m really not wearing any.”
He grins back at me. “That could have been interesting,” he says.
Asshole.
“Okay, show’s over,” I say as I feel myself going red again. Stop already, what’s with you? You’re not some teen who giggles if someone says ‘tits’. Yet somehow I’m fighting the urge to giggle uncontrollably. I’ve lost it.
Sam looks at me, confused. “Thea, what’s up with you? You’re not normally so girly about sex.”
Dammit Sam! “Do we have to have this conversation now?” I plead.
“Why can’t we talk about dildos?” Josh asks, and I want to punch him.
“Josh, please, drop it”, I nearly beg.
My discomfort seems to amuse my friends and new roomies alike.
“Can we just go and drop this subject?”
“Oh I’m not forgetting this conversation in a hurry.” Tom winks at me.
Mercifully everybody is up and headed towards the door as Will leans in. “You look amazing,” he says as he strokes my arm.
I tingle all over. My stomach is full of four billion butterflies. I need a moment to calm them down and convince myself that Will is just being kind. He’s obviously just trying to make me feel at ease after that awkward exchange.
CHAPTER THREE
Have I mentioned that we’re going to a Salsa club? As it is not always at the same place, you need someone on the inside to know the location. Pablo, my dance partner, is my insider.
We started dancing together nine years ago, on courses, with him at his place or on the underground scene. He’s the perfect partner, taller than me, Cuban, and so he has dancing in his blood. And he’s gay, which makes him even more perfect as my partner, because there is no room for awkwardness.
As soon as we enter the abandoned warehouse, the music hits me. I don’t recognize the tune but it’s definitely Celia Cruz. Her famous azúcar comes through the speakers.
I scan the crowds and see Pablo standing nearby. “Pablo!” I call.
He turns, smiles widely, and makes his way over. He hugs me and kisses me softly on the lips, just as he has done for the last nine years. I turn to introduce Tom, Will, and Matt who exchange dark looks, but they’re gone in a second.
Pablo doesn’t give me a chance, and I’m whisked onto the dance floor. Ah, ‘Enamorao en la Habana’ by Los Conquistadores de Salsa, his current favorite. He puts his hands on my hips, and I put my hands on his shoulders. We start with a few basic steps before he spins me, and we get serious.
Then things heat up, he pulls my back to him, his hands ride up from my thighs to my hips, pulling the dress slightly up and revealing more skin. I circulate my hips against him. He pulls me closer, while he pushes me down until my upper body is almost horizontal. I swing in a circular shape and come up, before I sink down towards the ground. My hips move very sexy while I get up again. He turns me again and again until we’re standing chest to chest, his hands falling on my hips. I let my back fall, and he moves me quickly from side to side before his hands glide down from my neck over my breasts to my navel.
The song finishes, and he hugs me. We’re just about to head back to my friends when my favorite song comes on, ‘Llo
ra Si Te Duele’ by Anacoana. He positions me, his hands on my butt, and presses me to him. The man can move. He spins me across the dance floor, following the rhythm of the music. One of the reasons I only dance with Pablo is that I feel very secure in his arms. I can rely on him to make us both look good. All I have to do is follow him. Almost the polar opposite of how my life is. The dancefloor is the only place I allow myself to be led in any way.
When the song finishes, he escorts me over to the table where my friends are sitting.
“Later Bonita,” he says and kisses my hand. “The band will be taking a break in a minute,” he twinkles. “Give Carlos my love.” I grin. Carlos is Pablo’s long-time boyfriend and plays in the band.
Sam passes me a glass of wine, and I take a gulp. She looks wistfully at Pablo.
“Shame he’s gay, he’s so my type,” she says.
“Sam, every guy’s your type.”
She grins at me. “This is true,” she says and slides over to Josh. “Any chance of getting you up there?” she asks.
“None,” Josh retorts.
She looks around at the others. “Can any of you guys Salsa?”
Tom nods and takes her hand. “May I have the honor?”
She’s up without a thought.
I sit in her place and look around, and I notice how an unusual amount of women have started hanging around near our table. They’re adjusting their clothing, making sure their wares are on show and I can’t help laughing to myself.
Matt nods at me. “What?” he asks.
I smile to myself. “I’ve just noticed how all the women seem to have flocked to our vicinity,” I answer.
He blinks, surprised, and looks around which seems to cause a bit of a stir among the women. They’re obviously hoping for an invitation to dance. “Yeah, we sometimes get that,” he says, and I can’t work out whether he’s just stating a fact, or being arrogant, or even a little smug. It’s like he was talking about the weather or something.
“Don’t you want to dance?” I ask. “Looks like you could take your pick of partners.” I nod to the flock behind him.
He shrugs. “Only with you.” He gives me an insinuating look. “You were hot on the dance floor, but I’m glad your partner is gay.” Again I’m not sure how to interpret that. I’m just about to ask him if he wants to dance when another hand moves into my line of vision.
“Hola, Guapa, want to dance?” I look up and into the cold eyes of Rafael Fernandez.
“No thanks,” I say.
“Come now, isn’t it time a real man showed you around the dance floor rather than some gay.” He grabs my arm and tries to lift me up.
“The lady said no.” I hear an icy voice that I don’t recognize immediately. It’s coming from Matt. I’m surprised because up until now I’ve only ever heard him speak in warm and gentle tones. He’s stood up and rounded on Rafael.
“Let her go.”
I can see why Rafael has let go promptly. Matt looks dangerous as he puts a protective arm around me.
“Touch her again at your own risk,” he says, and Rafael, looking terrified, disappears into the crowd.
I watch him go. “Maybe I shouldn’t have worn something this provocative,” I say.
Matt looks me in the eye. “Don’t do that, don’t blame yourself for that asshole. Wear what you want. You shouldn’t have to worry about whether some guy’s going to try it on.” He runs his hands up and down my arms, and I get goose bumps all over. It feels great.
He smiles warmly. “Let’s dance, Salsa Queen.”
Try and stop me. I take his outstretched hand, and he leads me to the dance floor. With one hand in his, his other on my hip, he pulls me to him, steps back, and I follow.
I didn’t think it was possible for him to be any more perfect, but this guy can dance! He moves amazingly around the floor, spinning and leading. I feel his hands and eyes on me as they go from my face to my breasts. I hear his breathing pick up and am pretty sure it’s got nothing to do with the dancing and everything to do with me being in his arms. I look up at him and see his lips slightly parted. I imagine him lowering his to mine and kissing me. I can’t help biting my lip to stop myself moaning, but I hear him groan quietly.
“Don’t bite your lip, babe,” his voice is husky and deep. His hand that has been quite properly on my back begins to move down and settles on my ass. He pulls me to him, our hips pressed together. I look up again, and his eyes shine. Our dance changes, no more spinning, no moves that split us. We’re glued to each other, my breasts pressed hard to his firm chest.
I feel myself begin to moisten between my legs, my panties become soaked. My pussy vibrates with longing. All I can think about is having him in me. His hands on my breasts, my clit, his mouth sucking on my nipples, his tongue flicking my pussy, and his cock deep in me.
I’m sure he can read every thought going through my mind.
“I wanted to give you time to get settled in,” he whispers in my ear, “but I want you so much; I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
Oh God yes! I notice he doesn’t ask, but my answer must be obvious.
“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress and suck on those amazing tits,” he breathes into my ear.
“I’m going to finger your pussy and suck on your clit.”
I’m getting wetter by the minute; I love when men talk dirty.
“When you can’t take any more stimulation, I’m going to put my cock in you and fuck you until you scream.” I feel his erection getting larger against my sex, and it’s huge. How big is this guy?
“After that I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’ll swallow everything I give you.” I’m swallowing already, and he grins.
“Yeah, just like that.”
His hand wanders lower and deeper, and he pushes me further to him.
“Then I’m going to fuck your ass.”
He must’ve felt my hesitation. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asks.
I shake my head.
He gives me a wolfish smile. “Then we’ll leave it for another night, but I am going to fuck you in the ass, babe. I want to own every bit of you,” and I make a mental note to quiz Josh about anal sex.
“Press your tits up harder against me,” he orders, and I comply without question.
“Oh yeah babe, I’m going to fuck your tits tonight, too.” He looks down, and my breasts are almost falling out of my top.
“What a view; let’s get out of here.”
He pulls me off the dance floor and out of the club. He hails a taxi and opens the door for me. We’re barely in the door when he pulls me too him. My breath quickens. I can’t wait for him to kiss me. And fuck me. I tingle just at the thought of it. I didn’t think that such an ugly word as ‘fuck’ could evoke such a blissful reaction.
“Look at me,” and I look up at him. His eyes shine with desire, and I feel high with the delight that a man like this could want me and that I can turn him on.
He puts my hand on his jeans where they cover his cock.
“Do you feel it?” I nod and press.
“It’s all yours.”
Mine. I don’t think those four words have ever turned me on so much in my life. My mouth is dry, and my body vibrates with lust.
His tongue wets his lips. For a second my eyes leave his and focus on his very kissable mouth. And then his lips are on mine, soft yet firm, warm and made for mine. His lips press lightly against mine, his tongue probes my lower lip and seeks out my tongue. I open my mouth and moan slightly as his tongue touches mine. The kiss starts out soft and halting but becomes intense quickly. He explores every part of my mouth and my tongue, his hands holding my head and not letting go.
And I don’t want him to let go. I touch his chest, stroking softly, feeling the cloth of his sweater.
This is the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had, I think to myself, when he goes deeper and begins to fuck my mouth with his. My thoughts are in a whirl; I’m opening up like a flower. His
hand lowers to my nape, the other still holding my face. And the kiss? It gets deeper, more intense. I’ve stopped thinking straight, I just want more, more of this kiss, more of this man. How can it be that this guy I’ve only just met has changed me forever?
He releases himself gently from the kiss and softly bites on my bottom lip. I moan as he sucks on it to relieve the pain, and his tongue is back in my mouth, stroking my tongue softer than before. I release all these pleasure noises again and he stifles them with his lips. He kisses me harder, and it’s not long before our mouths are in a wrestling match again. My pussy is wet, vibrating, pulsing, and contracting with longing. She wants Matt; that much is clear.
As the taxi arrives at the apartment, Matt tosses some bills at the driver and almost drags me out of the car. He pushes in the entry code, and we’re in the elevator like it’s been waiting for us, for this moment.
We’re barely in when he pins me against the wall, his hands running up and down my sides. He bends his knees a little, grabs my leg, and secures it around his hip.
“Not long before my cock’s in you, babe,” he murmurs, and I moan, completely smitten with thoughts of Matt inside me.
“God I want to feel how wet you are.” He grins at me, and we’re kissing again. Just then the doors open and he pulls me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist. He moves to the door, all the while still kissing me. He fumbles for his key, finds it, unlocks the door, closes it behind us, and drags me in. We hurry to his room where he drops me slowly onto his bed, breaking off the kiss only to pull off his sweater. I look at his upper body. Hot! His chest muscles are incredible and that washboard stomach…so defined like it’s carved out of stone, but that’s nothing compared to the tattoos covering his arms and chest.
“Wow,” I whisper, and he grins back at me. I sit up and look closer at his ink.
“Later babe, right now I want you naked and under me,” he grins in a very raw and passionate way, then reaches behind me to undo my zipper. He pulls down my dress and pushes me back into the pillows.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” he murmurs and moves on top of me, putting his weight on his elbows. I instinctively raise my legs and wrap them around his waist. He lowers his head to mine and kisses me, first on the mouth, then on to my ear, running his tongue along the outside. He sucks the lobe gently before biting it, playfully. I moan, and I feel his smile on my skin. I bury my hands in his hair and stroke his head, bite my lip. Oh God Matt, I’ll come quicker than I ever have before.