“What’s ya name, babe?” I grab her hand. It’s fire meeting ice and my cock dances in my jeans at the contact. My other hand snakes out to her ass and I pull her in close, her knees hitting mine. Her hand flies out slamming down on my shoulder to balance herself. It’s insane the heat she sends through me.
Our eyes lock. Dead ones meet live ones that dance with a fire so red that it warms me more than it scares me.
“Tru, as in truly not going to happen.” She rolls her eyes, uncomfortable and looking for an out.
“Baby girl, oh, baby girl.” Chuckling to myself.
She tries to step back. I grin up at her as my grip tightens, not ready for the cold empty that will fill her spot of warmth and desire. “Babe, chill.”
“Babe, I’m chill,” she seethes out, her tone all sexy laced with warning and I am one for danger.
“Ok, sweet cheeks,” I say pinching her ass. Fuck that is one tight, firm ass. I’m liking it a lot.
“Can I buy you a drink, babe?”
Raising my eyebrow to meet her perfectly arched ones, her eyes are burning into me and my balls rise up inside my pants. Licking my lips my free hand pushes a glass of Jack on ice up to her perfect rose-coloured lips that I want to bite. Sink my teeth into them till the flesh pops and her blood hits my tongue.
“Get your fucking hand off my ass.” She rolls her eyes; her hand leaves my shoulder and hits my wrist. Her fingers snake around my flesh and my pulse quickens matching her breathing.
“Wait for it, just wait for it.” The boys chime in. I steal a glance at them warning them to shut their mouths. This is my dance with heaven and I’m not ready for the music to end. My game, my toy, mine. She’s mine.
“She’s outta ya league, Bruv.” Nix’s voice rings out all cocky and shit like he even knows anything.
“Yeah, no shit but all the best things are.” I smirk out, my eyes hitting his laced with daggers.
“HA, you mean all the best tasting things are.” Lynx says his palm hitting his twin’s chest. His head falls back as laughter erupts around them both.
“Fuck off, cunt.” I bark unimpressed.
“Get your fucking hand off my ass.” Her voice not so melodic now cuts through the air. It’s cold and laced with anger. I like it, like it a lot.
My eyes meet hers as her fingers dig into my flesh sending a fire through me. My hand mirrors the action tightening around her ample ass cheek.
Her body falls into my lap, her hands fall to my shoulders. The chick next to me, her eye’s bulge and she gets up to storm off, but my other hand grabs her pulling her back down. Games are what I play, and I play them well. She can watch this and get off on it.
My eyes find the dirty band whore. I wink at her red, angry glare before I slowly glance back over the goddess straddling me. My hands find her hips pulling her deeper into me.
Her lips hover over mine and her breath smells of plums and bubble gum. She’s so close I could just suck her lip into my teeth and hold her captive. Her breath is hot on my lips and it’s killing me the things I want to do to her right here, right now and fuck who’s watching. My cock hardens straining against the zipper of my jeans, begging to be free. She feels this with her cunt I know this as I seen the way her breath hitched in her chest at that movement.
“I told you this was truly not happening coz, Jayden, I will never let you close enough. James Dean, this is as close as you will ever get. All you do is pop pills, snort lines, swallow Jack like its water and fuck hoes. You’re right you did see me, and I saw you and her, the chick you fucked mere hours ago. So, you see, Rap Devil, saying goodbye to you is the best thing for me to do.”
She rolls her hips back slightly. I feel her pussy clench over my hard cock. I know she feels it, that fucking insane burn.
“No, baby girl, we aren’t done. We haven’t even started yet,” I breathe out, leaning up and pulling her down deep into me, flexing my hips forward as my mouth finds her ear. “Let the fucking games begin, baby girl.”
Latching my teeth to her ear lobe the soft flesh hits my tongue and she mewls in my grip.
“Tru, you lit a fire in this dead soul, babe. Listen, feel, let me play.”
“Ha.” she scoffs at me. “What the actual fuck?” my fingers dig into her skin. All I want is to rip her pants down and latch my teeth onto her hot, quivering pussy showing her who is the king in her world. That Jayden James will own her in more ways than James fucking Dean ever could.
“I know I send shock waves through your sexy, taut body, baby, so shut up, relax and just listen, feel. Feel this and fucking fall.”
I match her stare as she mulls it over in her pretty little head, her nails dig into my shoulders and the power is shifting. I am winning at this roulette that she wanted to play.
She has no moves left in this board game we are playing; I’m Jayden James. Did she forget that? I always get what I want.
“Listen to what, Mr. Rap Devil? More bullshit? Or the groupies that get in here saying they are with the band? Or the ten hoes waiting on ya bus for you and ya boy’s dicks? What about the ones lined up outside? Or the ones waiting in the Hotel’s lobby, with a hot little red dress on and black pumps, for the notorious Jayden James.”
