Then his eyes met mine. Locked and loaded. He began to make his way through the crowded room, target sighted. I leaned back against the wall, pinned by the power of his stare. No escape, not that I particularly wanted to.
It only took a few moments for his long legs to get him to where I stood. The crowd parted for him, knife through butter. Nothing between us but the throbbing bass of the latest dance hit. I watched him through my bangs, the highlighted chunks keeping me partially hidden from his view.
He scowled. His hand came up and cupped my chin. He forced me to look up. Had his grip been any firmer, I would have jerked away and aimed a well placed kick at his...well, at his knees. I doubt I’d be able to kick as high as his family jewels in these jeans.
He searched my face, his dark brown eyes boring into me, examining my soul. I shook off that fanciful notion and stared right back. The music changed to a slower throbbing beat. Strobe lights flashed, highlighting his strong jaw. He released my chin and stepped back, one step further with each blink of the white lights.
His hand came up, and he wiggled his finger. Told me to follow him in a simple gesture.
I could hear Arnold’s voice in my mind. Come with me if you want to live.
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Bit down on it. “Fuck it.”
The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. He spun around and push through the writhing bodies of the dancers. I tried to follow, kept my eyes on his broad shoulders. Easy enough. With his impressive height, he towered over everyone else on the dance floor.
The distance between us grew wider with each step he took. The dancers who slithered out of his way seemed to twist right into my path. I took more than one elbow to the gut as I tried to squeeze between them.
I took my eyes off him, just for a minute, to navigate the sea of men who shimmied against each other. I could smell their heat, the sweat and cologne mixing in a way that stirred my already interested dick. No one caught my eye. I was ensnared already, a sparrow to the prowling cat.
A hand groped my ass. I jerked around to catch the culprit but no one seemed to be trying to get my attention. I ran my palm over my leather pants to brush away any offending fingerprints. When I looked up, he was watching, his eyes on my hand as it caressed my body.
I wanted to tease. Needed to see heat in his gaze. I ran my fingers over the net shirt covering my abs, lifted it up just enough to show the tanned muscles on my belly. My hair fell across my forehead and hid my eyes. A little scowl formed between his eyebrows.
I began to sway with the music, twisting my hips and raising my arms over my head. With each movement, I worked my way closer to him. This time he waited. Locked and loaded. I could see his body’s response to me and I reveled in it.
News at 11: Bobby Got His Man
He definitely fell into the sinner, not saint club. His response to my strip tease was to pull off his own shirt.
His muscles bulged in all the right places. I've won a prize. First place, with honors. Damn. The man had muscles on his muscles. His jeans rode low on his hips. I began to push my way more forcefully through the crowd. No more Mr. Nice Bobby.
By the time I reached him, he'd gone back to his earlier smug expression. The heat was still in his eyes, though. I could tell that he wanted me. I consider myself a novice at this type thing. I'm no virgin by any means, but I've never really felt heat all the way from the tips of my shaggy blond hair to the tips of my recently pedicured toe nails.
No, I don't paint my toe nails. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I hate having werewolf claws for toes. It's a big turn off. I wanted to see his feet, maybe lick his toes. If they were neatly trimmed of course.
Then again, there wasn't much on him I didn't want to lick, bite, tease, or taste.
My blood pounded through my veins. My heart pounded with excited anticipation. Now that he had me, what would he do to me?
My answer came faster than I'd imagined. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me close. Leaned in until his warm lips brushed my ear. "Tease," he whispered.
The word was enough to make my knees weak. His voice, so deep, the rumble vibrating into me. God, my mind fell so fast into the gutter. I wanted to bend over for him, right in the middle of the dance floor. Let him have his way with me. And I hadn't even been drinking. No excuses.
He released my hips and grabbed my hand. Led me to the back door of the club. A red bar stretched across the handle. "Do not open. Alarm will sound."
Yeah, right. Everyone knew better. It might as well have been a revolving door to the alley.
Everything in me began to tingle with the dark thrill of what was about to happen. Hell, I didn't even know for sure. What would he do? Just push me to my knees and shove his cock down my throat? Would he shove me against the wall, jerk my pants down, and bury himself inside me?
I needed to know. Wanted to find out.
The alley had little light, but he seemed to find his way over and around the obstacles without any hesitation. I could hear the sound of other men having their own trysts. Grunts and groans. I'd be making some of those sounds myself. Soon, I hoped.
He found a relatively sheltered spot, not that anyone who wanted to sneak a peak wouldn't be able to spy on us easily enough.
He pushed me against the wall. My back thumped against it. A little thud, not painful, but forceful enough to let me know he meant business.
His hand caressed me. Down my arms, over to my rib cage. God, to the snap of my jeans.
And then the zipper.
Oh god. All my blood pooled into my groin, my cock pushed against the leather. Wanting to be free.
He reached into my pants. Pulled me out.
My groan echoed throughout the alley. It was loud even to my ears. I wondered if everyone stopped to watch. Hoped they might. Wanted them to see him at my feet.
He stroked, one long hard pull from base to tip. "Gorgeous."
That voice again. It did me in. I wanted to be good for him, be more than that to him.
He dropped to his knees and I whimpered. This wasn't what I expected from the big guy. I'd expected another encounter like I'd had before. I was always the givee.
Not with him. I shuddered. His hot breath teased the sensitive skin of my thigh.
Please, please don't let him stop.
He didn't. His hot tongue lapped at the skin of my thigh, edged closer and closer to my cock. He nuzzled his nose against me and teased licked one long swipe from base to tip.
He grabbed around the bottom of my length, closed it tight in his fist, and pulled my cock away from my body. He looked up at me. My legs quivered in response. He opened his mouth and sucked me in deep.
"Oh god. Oh god."
I didn't realize I'd spoken aloud until I met his gaze and saw him smirking around me.
Not funny. But I couldn't scold him. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight and my thoughts were scattered from the unbelievable pleasure. I brought my hand down to his dark hair, threaded my fingers through it carefully. I didn't pull, even if I really wanted to just give it a tug and force his mouth further onto me.
He swept his tongue around the sensitive tip, nibbled it very gently. "Oh god. Oh my fucking god."
He laved the slit before kneeling back just far enough for me to slip from his mouth. I whimpered again, looked down at him and prepared to beg.
He smiled up at me. Fangs gleaming in the pale light.
Incredible pleasure turned into white hot pain when he struck, bit down on my upper thigh, right where the thick vein of my artery lay hiding beneath my skin.
I started to scream, but his long arm came up and covered my mouth. So fucking strong. He held my head pinned as he drank me down. His other hand began to stroke me. The sensations confused me, the pleasure and pain colliding in a maelstrom of mixed messages.
I struggled, but got no where. After a long moment, his teeth slipped from me. He grinned, his teeth stained dark from my blood. "Very tasty."
My knees buckled beneath me. He lowered me to the ground. Debris pressed against my back. He kissed his way up my torso to my neck. Stars flashed in front of my eyes, little pin pricks of light. I didn't know where they came from. He met my eyes again. "So beautiful. Mine, now."
Hasta la vista, baby.