Page 7 of Curve Ball
And there she is, by the bar, laughing with a group of friends. She looks even more stunning than I remember, hereyes sparkling with mischief, her lips curved into a smile that makes my heart skip a beat. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what’s coming.
This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for all day.
I weave through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her. Finally, once I’m at the other end of the bar, she notices me; her smile fades for a moment before spreading wider, her eyes lighting up with recognition. I feel a surge of triumph, of possession.
She remembers me, and she’s happy to see me.
You’ve got this, Gael.
Opting to wait for my drink to be made, I hold her gaze while I wait, and it seems my undivided attention does something for her. I lean into the bar, my eyes trailing what I can see of her body.
Fuck, she looks good enough to eat.
And I plan on tasting her tonight.
Drink in hand, I make my way over to her. She quickly whispers something to her friends and they all avert their eyes. “Adriana,” I say, my voice low and steady as I reach her side. Her friends fall silent, their eyes flicking between us, and then, almost as if they knew what to do, they leave towards the dance floor.
“Gael, right? I didn’t expect to see you here,” she says, her voice teasing. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re stalking me.”
She remembered my name.
I don’t hesitate. “I wouldn’t call it stalking, mama. I just wanted to see you again. I was supposed to get your number, remember?”
She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Is that so?”
I lean in, my voice a low growl in her ear. “I wanted to see you again. To dance with you.”
“You sure you want to do that,Papi?I don’t want to go around talkin’ shit and all, but tonight, I’ve made one guy cry and two have said I’m terrifying.”
“Papi?” I raise my eyebrow at her.
Of course, that would be my takeaway from what she just told me.
I stare into the hazel eyes of the woman who will either be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, or the reason the cops are getting called at three a.m.
Either way… we’re fucking.
“You think I’m scared, Mama? I think if any man could handle you, it’s me.”
She pulls back, her eyes searching mine, looking for the truth in my words. I let her see it, let her see the obsession, the desire, and the need. I’m not ashamed of it, not anymore.
This is who I am, and this is what she does to me.
Adriana smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that makes my heart pound. “I like a man who knows what he wants,” she says. “Dance with me then.”
I take her hand, lacing my fingers through hers, and lead her back to the dance floor. The music pulses around us, the crowd a blur of movement and color. But all I see is her, all I feel is her heartbeat in sync with mine, and all I want is her. We dance, our bodies pressed together, her arms wrapped around my neck. I know that I’ve made the right choice.
With her ass grinding against my cock, I know she feels how hard I am. Time to turn things up and see if she really is down. “Your body is fucking perfect, mama.Quiero chupar y morder todo tu cuerpo, de pies a cabeza.” I let my hands glide down her sides to her hips, grabbing her and pulling her back into mycock. Adriana groans, and instead of pulling away, she leans back into me.
“Yo quiero eso, papi.”
It’s fucking on.
“Dime qué quieres que haga con mi pito, nena. Dime dónde la quieres y cómo la quieres.”
Adriana leans in, her breath hot on my ear, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she responds to my question.“Quiero que me coges duro, Gael,”she whispers, her voice a low, sultry growl.“Quiero sentirte adentro de mí, duro y llenandome completamente. No te contengas, dámelo todo.”
Color me fucking surprised. Mama’s got a filthy mouth and I am loving it.
