Prompt: #58 Strangers
Word Count: 906
Summary: In a club…
She smoothed down the front of her dress and smiled at the bouncer as he let her it. Taking a deep breath she looked around the club and the heaving bodies on the dance floor. She could feel the beat of the bass drum inside her as the music pounded out from the speakers.
Smiling she made her way towards the bar, oblivious to the admiring looks and wanton glances that were thrown in her direction. Once there she ordered herself a glass of white wine and turning around observed the rest of club.
He had seen her the moment she entered the club. Her golden hair and killer curves drawing everyone’s attention. He licked his bottom lip as he watched her making her way to the bar, her hips and ass swaying in time with the music as she walked.
A growl built in his throat and escaped his lips when a man approached her. Idiot, couldn’t he read her body language, she wanted ‘nothing’ to do with him. His fangs itched to make an appearance when the man ignored her telling him to go away and he decided to head over there and show the fool that he wasn’t nearly man enough for a woman like her.
The guy beside her was seriously beginning to annoy her and he obviously didn’t understand when she told him she was not interested.
Out of the corner of here eye she saw a dark-haired man approach. ‘Now that is more like it,’ she thought, her eyes devouring the hard planes of his body evident through his Henley t-shirt and dark jeans.
They locked eyes and she felt a shiver of arousal run though her.
Her unwanted guest rested his hand on her arm and she whipped around to face him. “Fuck off,” she muttered, tired of being polite and shaking off his offending limb sashayed away and headed towards the dance floor.
She could feel tall, dark and sexy’s eyes on her as she made her way through the crowd on the dance floor.
Keeping her back to him she began moving to music, swaying her hips as she raised her arms over her head.
He moved towards her, bypassing a brunette who tried to get his attention. No, it was the blonde he wanted, and it was the blonde he was going to have. He stalked over to her and as his chest brushed her back he rested his hands gently on her hips.
She smiled as large, warm hands rested on her hips and she leaned back against him, feeling his hips move in time with hers. Eyes closed she rested her head against his shoulder and wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. Slowly, they moved to the beat of the music, her fingers running through his soft hair while his hand dropped ghostly caresses over her breasts and stomach.
The beat grew faster as they grinded harder against each other. The woman gasped as she felt his erection, hard and heavy against her ass. He growled into her ear as she pushed back harder against him, rubbing her ass invitingly against his throbbing cock, his hand cupped her breast through her dress, his fingers rolling her hard nipple, the heady scent of her arousal filling his senses.
“I need you,” she whispered breathlessly, her other hand reaching behind and palming him through his jeans.
He arched against her hand as he began moving them through the sea of bodies. He didn’t stop till they’d made their way to a secluded corner of the club. Pressing her against the wall he slowly pulled her dress up till it was around her waist.
Bracing her hands against the wall she shivered as he parted her thighs with his hands.
“So wet, so ready,” he murmured in her ear, as busy fingers ran up and down the soaked material of her skimpy underwear.
There was a brief moment of separation as he undid his jeans, opening them wide enough to free his aching cock. Pulling her underwear to the side he teased her sex with his cock.
“Please,” she whispered with a moan, pushing back.
He gripped her hips tightly; tilting her body slightly and then drove home with one long, deep, hard thrust causing her to cry out. The music in the club drowning out her voice. It was going to be a frantic hurried coupling, the lust between them needing to be sated… immediately.
He set a fast pace, driving them on, hard and deep. His head rested on her shoulder, his dark hair merging with her golden locks. He grunted and groaned against the soft skin at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
It only took a few more thrusts and she fell over the edge. As her sex tightened around his he sank his fangs into her neck and gave into his own climax.
It was a while later when both had recovered. He helped her right her clothes and fixed himself up.
“I’ll meet you outside,” she murmured, kissing him gently.
Mick watched Beth walk away, her legs a little shakier than they had been when she first came in.
“Damn Josef really does have the best ideas for spicing up your sex life,” he muttered to himself, “pretending to be strangers… best one yet!”
And with a smirk, he followed Beth out of the club.