Page 6 of Leather & Lace

Finding my strength, I pull myself together and say with a wink, “Well, maybe I wasn’t wanting to look at your eyes.” The smile and shock of my words that went through his expression must have caught him off guard. This boy has no idea who he is dealing with. He has probably never dealt with a woman who was just as forward as he.

“Well then, let me get you a drink.” He jumps down, placing his warm hands on my waist to gently move around me and grabs me a chick beer, popping it open. “If you'd rather, we also have vodka cranberry I can get you.”

I take the drink from him and smile. “No, this is fine.” I take a big swig as a small amount drips off the side of my mouth onto my chest. I instantly feel his gaze on the spilled beer slowly rolling down between my breasts.

I slowly remove the bottle from my lips and tease, “If you want you can lick that up?” Coughing on his drink, he laughs.

“Oh man, you are trouble,” he says as he takes another drink from his red solo cup, his breathing picking up a bit.

“Not trouble, just fun.” I say in a flirty tone.

He looks at me and shakes his head, “Woman, you are gonna give me a heart attack.” I smile at his response. Oh, this guy is fucked. He is all mine. I know I may come off a bit strong, but hey, when I see something I want, I get it. Why mess with pleasantries? We are all animals. I want that release, and I want it from him.

I want those full lips all over my body. I need his large hands on my throat. Taking my breath away with every tight squeeze. I am a black widow that will spin my web and trap him,making sure my strands are wrapped tightly around every inch of his body. I want to devour him. I see him lick his lips, which causes me to bite mine and suck on it. His pupils dilated in response.

Oh yes, come here little bug. Come to me…

“You want to dance?” he asks with a sly smile. Looking up at him, I down the rest of my beer, and then walk over to the lined bar with different kinds of whiskey and vodkas. Grabbing a bottle of Grey Goose, I tip my head back and take a long pull from it, letting the burn slide down my throat and warm my stomach instantly. The bartender huffs as she watches me in disgust.

“Fuckkk, Dollface” I hear him groan from behind me. I set the bottle back down and turned around. “Take it easy, beautiful. Don’t want you getting too wasted.” He says as he wipes a bit of vodka off the side of my mouth with his thumb while he holds my chin. He looks at the upset bartender and gives her a glare. She quickly turns and resumes making drinks for the waiting guests.

I give him an eye roll and reply, “Trust me, I can handle a lot.” He lets out a small huff and shakes his head.

“Whatever you say, Dollface.” Grabbing my hand softly, he leads me to the dance floor.

One of the girlsby The Weeknd, pounds from the speakers that surround us. I turn to give him my back and lean into him, feeling his firm grip wrap around my waist while I gently start to grind my hips back and forth on his hard, unforgiving bulge. Lifting his right hand gently, he moves my hair off my shoulder to expose my neck. His soft caress on my skin sends shivers down my spine.

I can feel his hot breath on my neck. No contact, almost as if he is teasing me. Just his heated steam dancing off my flushed flesh. He travels his assault up to my ear. Hovering above mylobe. I have electricity igniting all over my body. My breathing is picking up as my heart starts to pound inside my aching chest.

I angle my neck, so he knows I want him to kiss me. Lick me. Bite me...but he never makes contact. Just lingers above, leaving me wanting. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, meeting his lust-filled glowing green eyes. “You want to take this up to your room?” I whispered into his ear. I can hear him let out a slight moan as his pants enlarge and push harshly on my stomach.

Oh, he is a big boy. I can feel my wetness starting to soak through my lace panties. His eyes meet mine as he slowly shakes his head back and forth.Ok buddy, two can play this game. I think to myself.

Lifting one eyebrow, I turned back around and continued to grind on him. Grabbing his right hand, I started to move it up my side towards my breast, then back down to tease him. His breathing is starting to grow ragged and quick. I flip my hair and roll my body, touching my hand to the floor, pushing my ass into him slowly. Letting my ass rub and caress his hard cock. I hear him gasp behind me from the sight and teasing motion from my movement.

Grinding back up and lifting myself back to him, I turned around to face his beautiful eyes again. His tongue licks his lower lip as I bite mine. I seductively lean into him, my lips hovering inches from his and then take my tongue and gently lick his upper, quivering lip. My left hand starts to travel down his hard stomach to the top of his pants.

I lightly brush my hand up and down his length on top of his jeans. I start to rub it slowly with my palm. I can feel his body start to shiver and tense on my contact. He lets out a low, animalistic growl.

Quickly, his eyes flicker to mine. “Don’t start this.” He says while removing my hand. His pupils are dilated, making theonce forest green eyes look dark as night. I have no idea what he means by that. Don’t start what? Fucking? Before he can open his mouth due to my blank expression, I lunge forward and meet his lips with mine.

He hesitates for a split second then his hands are on the back of my head and aggressively drawing me closer to his mouth. His fingers are wrapped in my hair, pulling intensely. Our bodies are pressed so closely together. Fitting perfectly. Like the missing puzzle piece that finally completes the image.

An explosion erupts inside of me. The kiss makes me dizzy with sensations. His tongue on mine, the way they move so perfectly together. As if made for one another. A hypnotic, deep rhythm. It’s not a kiss I have ever experienced. No this was different. This is what addictions are made of.

The type of high you would kill yourself for. If his kiss is this magical, I can’t imagine what else he is a master at. Moans escape through both our breaths; a feral type of energy starts to take over. I want to rip his damn clothes off! My wetness is starting to seep down my thighs from the sensations of his tongue on mine. His right hand then travels down my back to my ass and grips it tightly. Taking my full cheek into his strong grip.

As my hand starts to travel inside his pants, he pulls away from the kiss. “Not here.” He growls while he grabs my hand and pulls me off the dance floor and up the marble stairs and down the long hall towards his bedroom. Entering his room I see it is large.

Rectangular shaped with long mirrors going down one side of the wall. Massive floor to ceiling windows stand towards the back of the room where the walk in closet connects. Neon purple lights fill the space. An Alaskan king-size bed sits in the center, with a white, goose down comforter and a black leather headboard behind it. I look up and see a mirror on the ceilingthat takes up three quarters of the room.So, we like to watch?I think quietly to myself.

Shutting the door behind me, I turn to face him. “A mirror huh? Is that for your pleasure, or hers?” Giving him my sexiest wink and sly smile.

“Both,” he says in a low feral voice. I can feel the heat picking up between my thighs. My breath quickening. Am I nervous? I am never nervous! But this man, he makes me feel like I am his prey. Like I am a lone doe in the middle of a thick wooded forest and a dark wolf is stalking me with his viscous emerald glare. The way he slowly walks towards me, his eyes undressing me. Like I have been caught in his trap.

Oh, but what a hot, sexy trap it is.

When he reaches me, he lifts me up with so much ease. Wrapping my legs around his waist instinctively and carrying me to his bed. He lays me down gently on my back. His muscular arms held him up just above me. I can see the definition of every muscle as he flexes above me.

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