Page 3 of Trusting the Fall
Huh, good answer, lover boy.
I grab his hand and lead him to the middle of the dance floor.
It’s warm and rough, but the contact sends my heart into a frenzy.
I’m not unfamiliar with attention or one-night stands. In fact, I quite enjoy them. Frequently. But this guy feels different. Unexpected, in the best way. Perhaps because I was looking for the same sort of guys I usually meet here. Brawny. Easy. Reliable. Or maybe I should say predictable.
This guy is a lot prettier than what I normally go for, but he still has that rugged masculinity going for him.
He looks nice.
I’m not used to nice.
I’m used to picking the guys who only want to hang around for thirty minutes because that’s all I’m willing to risk on them.
This guy looks like an all-night-long guy.
When he pulls me in close to his body, it sends a message. He’s put us in a bubble that no one can breach because he wants all my attention. He wants everyone here to know I’m his for the night.
Huh, that’s new. It’s kinda hot, that confident possession. I think I like it. I wonder how that translates in the bedroom.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” I say, reaching up on my toes so I can speak in his ear, but also so I can rub the girls against his chest.
And boy, is that a nice hard chest he’s got hiding under that cotton.
He tucks my hair behind my ear and keeps his hand cupping my neck while he responds. “I’ve been here once or twice.”
I may have come. Just a little. That voice feels like honey, dripping and warm, all the way from my neck and down my spine.
I’m trapped in his arms as he sways us to the beat. He picks up my free hand and places it behind his neck. My fingers twirl through the soft strands there.
“What’s your name?”
Jesus. If he could just speak in my ear all night, that would be great. I bet I could get off right here from just his words. I’d prefer his cock, but if any man could master a no-touch orgasm, I’m sure it could be him.
“Why don’t you just call me yours for the night?”
That side smile he aims at me is lethal. This guy could cause a lot of trouble if I’m not careful.
I’m not the kind of girl who has boyfriends. Short-term situationships, sure, but anything more than that, it’s just not in my DNA. Not after everything my mum went through.
Lex and I are the only committed relationship I can handle right now, and I best not forget it.
I sway my body against his, looking at him from under my lashes in a well-rehearsed move.
“Whatever you say, Bombshell.”
I like that. “And what should I call you? Sweet talker? Mr All Night? Lover Boy?”
He places a finger on my lips. His blue eyes crystallise as they focus in on the spot, and he nods. “Yeah, that one.”
My pussy is throbbing.
Fuck, just flirting with him is turning me on more than actual foreplay with some guys I’ve been with.
With his finger still against my lips, I dart my tongue out to lick against the tip.
The hand on my hip squeezes and pulls me harder against his body.
