But Damon pulled my hand into his anyway, trying to tug me up from the seat. He seemed prepared to drag me onto the floor kicking and screaming if that was what it took. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll guide you the whole way. Besides...aren’t you supposed to be misbehaving tonight? You can’t get into any trouble without taking any risks.”
There it was. Spelled out plain as day. Whatever trouble waited for me at the end of the night would never happen if I didn’t submit to his invitation. I stopped fighting it and let him pull me out under the neon lights. As we went, we passed hot models who made me feel suddenly frumpy and not good enough. I wondered for the millionth time: why me? But all of that dissipated as Damon put his hand on the small of my back and yanked me into him.
With our stomachs pressed flat against each other, he held my other hand up in the air with our fingers interlaced. Since he was taller than me, I could feel the unmistakable bulge in his pants up against me as we moved. Even without being turned on, I could tell he had some hefty goods in those expensive trousers. Goods that I wanted more than ever as he started moving his hips, swaying side to side, pressing himself against me enough that my body was pulled right along with his in each step and swerve.
When the music slowed, I assumed we’d stop. He claimed he only wanted to dance to his favorite song, after all. But instead, he pulled me in even closer and wrapped his arms around me. Our movements remained the same, but now they were painfully slow with him staring deep into my eyes.
I imagined our friends were around us somewhere, watching the whole thing, along with the rest of the sea of people in the room. But for those few precious moments, it felt like there was no one but me and him. Finally, I could convince myself that the reason Damon was with me was because there was no one else to choose from. Everyone else disappeared with the heat emanating between us. And he must have felt it too because he looked at me like I was the only girl in the world.
With both our hands and eyes locked together, I could feel what was about to happen. His eyes glistened and his eyelids dropped slightly as his head tilted down toward mine. I was drunk and dancing with Damon, and now he was about to kiss me. Could this really be happening!? I could picture the looks on Angel and Del’s faces if they were actually watching us from somewhere in the room. Then I realized how ridiculous the look on my face must have been. Whether Damon intended on kissing me or not, the thought was enough to send my hands shooting out to wrap around his neck and pull him to my lips.
There in the middle of the dance floor, I felt his plump lips pressed up against mine – gentle and slow at first. But within seconds, his velvet tongue was rolling across mine, and then mine across his in exchange. We stood there, suspended in time, exploring each other’s mouths as a heat spread across my body. I wanted so much more of him.
The music, even though it had been loud enough to vibrate through the walls and floors, seemed to fade. The second our lips parted again, it returned. It crashed back into the room like a wave intent on pulling Damon and me apart. He looked shocked as he pulled back, still studying my face. I didn’t want to give it enough time for the spell to be broken.
“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked quickly. He nodded, and it was the only push I needed to grab his hand and take off running from the club. The moment we were outside, we crashed into each other again and made out right there in the middle of the sidewalk.
“My place isn’t far from here,” I told him breathlessly in between brushes of his lips.
His eyes cut up and down my body, and I could see his chest pounding up and down as well. He wanted me. Once again, he nodded and we were off. We laughed and ran through the dark streets, stopping every few feet to remind ourselves what the other tasted like. Just enough to get us by until we stopped again around the next corner. And on the dance went until finally, at last, we were back at my apartment.
5
Damon
I didn’t know when the shift happened. I started out the night wanting to be kind to Lizzy and coax her out of her shell. Just because it was the friendly thing to do. The more of her I saw behind that shy exterior, the more curious I became. By the time she was pinned to her apartment door with my tongue sliding between her lips, all bets were off. She had transformed. She was no longer the poor shy girl doting over me. She was a vixen that I wanted to ravage.
We burst through her front door and tumbled over to the couch. Lizzy was quick to slide out of her clothes. My mouth dropped as she removed everything but her bra and panties, revealing a body that was nothing like what I had imagined. My eyes traveled from her long hair that fell loosely around her shoulders down to her perfect plump breasts that were spilling over the top of her bra, then down to the curve of her thighs and the damned lace fabric that stood between me and what was waiting for me between her legs.
I reached forward, desperately wanting to rip away the sheer fabric to taste and feel her. But she pinned my arms back down to the couch, straddling her legs around my waist. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt, trailing her tongue down the skin of my chest in between each button. Her true side was coming to life. She was on fire with desire with no energy left to hide it or apologize.
I kissed her neck and slid my hand across her bra before snaking my way underneath. With a flick of the clasp, she was free, leaving my hand to graze across her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples. She moaned underneath my touch and tilted back her head, pulling my mouth to the soft pink circles. I rubbed each one between my thumb and forefinger, flicking them with my tongue. Her hips grinded against me, begging for more.
My hands moved down her thighs, feeling her squirm and grow more frantic with each passing inch. Her skin was soft along the edge of her thigh, and I was growing even hungrier to taste her. In a few swift moves, I stood and laid her down, quickly removing whatever was left of my clothes and hers. With nothing left between us, I kissed my way into her folds – warm and wet. She gasped and moaned under the feeling of my tongue and lips.
“You like that?” I asked, getting a thrill from her sounds.
She didn’t respond with words. She simply gripped the back of my head and pushed me down deeper, telling me everything I wanted to know. She lifted her head and looked at my erection as it brushed up against one of her parted legs. I grew harder from the way she stared at it with such longing.
“Is this what you want?” I moved my hand down to stroke it against her.
“God, yes.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little, out of how desired she made me feel. “I’m not finished here yet.”
I lowered my mouth down to her again, sucking her in. She shivered and dug her nails against my scalp. Just below my tongue, I slid in two fingers, opening her up and grazing against all of her most sensitive places. She was so wet, making me harder still.
“You feel that?” she moaned breathlessly. “You feel how ready I am for you?”
Her words took me aback. I didn’t know why I thought she’d be too shy to say much. But that was becoming the theme of the evening. There were obviously a lot of ways in which I had underestimated her.
“You’re not ready for me until you’ve cum at least once,” I teased, pressing my lips to her folds again.