A slow song picks up, and we glide to the sound of the beat. His erection presses against my stomach, and desire prickles between my legs. My nipples pebble, and my core aches with need. I’ve never wanted a man to touch me as much as I do now.
“I want to peel this dress off your lovely body and eat your pussy like it’s my favorite meal.” His words tickle my ear.
Goose bumps grow on my arms, and his words make me wet. I’ve never had a guy say such bold things to me, and I like it. It’s hot for a guy to tell you what he wants.
My body tries to mesh with him harder. “Oh, yeah? What else do you want to do to me?
“Stretch your pussy with my dick and come all over your tits and in your mouth.” He rubs his nose against my neck, and my whole body is flushed.
My clit pulses, and I need a release. “What is your name?”
“Viper. And yours?”
What kind of name is Viper? If he’s not giving me his real name, then I’m not giving mine either.
I crinkle my nose. “No name,” I murmur.
“If I stick my tongue in your pussy, will you be wet for me?” he says, nibbling on my neck.
I groan. “Maybe. Do you talk to all the women you meet with a dirty mouth?”
He shakes his head. “Just the ones who make my dick ache so hard that I can’t resist them.” He slides strands of fine hair from my face before gripping my chin. “Let’s get out of here and order food at my place, and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. I need you sober when I stick my dick in you.”
I want his hands between my legs, and I bite my bottom lip before responding. “How noble of you to feed me before you discard me.”
“Who said I’m going to discard you? Are you always this sassy?” His expensive cologne lingers in my nostrils, sending me into overdrive. His breath tickles my forehead.
I nod. “Will it be a problem?”
He taps his index finger on my nose. “Of course not. I love it when a woman can talk back.”
I shake my head. “I don’t have any money.”
I’m pretty embarrassed by my living conditions, and admitting to a rich person that I’m broke might turn him off. I’ve heard the rich only date or fuck the rich because they care about image.
He lifts my chin so my eyes meet his. “I’m the man. I’m supposed to pay.”
I try to look down at the ugly green wood, but he holds my gaze. “Don’t be ashamed of yourself for not having money. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”
How can a stranger be so nice? How can he know what I’m exactly thinking? My throat clogs with emotion, and I swallow thickly and hold my head high.
“I’m not ashamed,” I lie.
“Good. Shall we?” His fingers intertwined with mine, and I pull out my phone and take a picture of him and send it to Raven.
He cocks his eyebrow but doesn’t utter a word.
“Just in case you’re a serial killer.” I eye him up and down, and my neck feels hot. “With a name like Viper, you could be.”
He licks his lips. “I like your bluntness. It’s hot. You like shellfish, No Name?”
“Yes, but this isn’t a date,” I counter.
“Right. I’m only feeding you so I can make sure you have enough energy to last all night.” He winks, and leads me to the exit.
Viper
The minute I laid my eyes on her, I knew she had to be mine. There is something about this girl that draws me in. I can’t explain it. The way her smile lights up the room and her hot pink hair sways back and forth as she dances with her friend. She’s everything I want. And those round glasses sitting on her cute button nose make my dick twitch.
