The night goes on, conversation flowing and drinks being brought over on demand. Jenson iscurrently swinging Blair around the dance floor, doing a good impression of dirty dancing with all of the grinding moves. Yep, he’s taking her home tonight. Max has wandered out of sight, so I stand here leaning an arm on the high table watching Maya. She’s dancing on her own, all the other girls having found partners to dance with. Her hips sway along to the music, the movements almost erotic, and it triggers a carnal urge inside of me. Before I know what I’m doing, I stride over to the dance floor.
“Dance with me?” I whisper in her ear as I come up behind her. Sliding my hand down her arm from her neck to her fingertips. Goosebumps scatter along her flesh, showing the effect I have on her.
Good.
Without saying a word, she takes my hand, linking our fingers together. She still has her back to me as she guides our joined hands to her waist, then travels them up her body gently over her breasts, then back to her middle. On instinct, I plant my other hand on her hip and guide her back into me as our hips sway in sync together. The more her peachy arse grinds against me, the more my dick thickens.
It's almost busting the zip of my trousers now.
She must be able to feel it; it’s as if she’s tormenting me on purpose. Rubbing herself back and forth across me as she dances. I don’t know how much more I can take. The need to have heris so heightened that I can barely breathe; all the blood in my body must have rushed to my cock because that’s all I can focus on right now. Her intoxicating scent and feel of her body are all I can comprehend.
No longer in control, I spin her round to face me. I need to see those pretty eyes and make sure I’m not in my own world here, that she is in it with me.
Those beautiful eyes peer into my very soul. Yes, she definitely wants this. Leaning forward, I run my nose up the side of her neck, breathing her in. When I get to her ear, I speak in a low tone so only she can hear.
“Want to get out of here?”
She pulls me in close as she pants out. “I need you now. I can’t wait that long” Desire dripping from every word.
My control snaps.
I lead her over to the bar where Jenson is now sitting, nursing a tumbler of whiskey.
“I need the key to your office,” I say bluntly. Needing Maya too much to say anything coherent. Without a word, he hands over the keys. “I trust you can be discreet?” I stare him down.
“Of course. I’ll keep an eye on the others.” A cocky smirk on his face. I couldn’t give a shit, I just need to fuck her right fucking now.
We race through the bar and enter the corridor. There’s a set of stairs to the left that we travel up quickly to reach his office door. Looking back,I check that she’s still with me and still wants this. The way her blue-green eyes drink me in, I know she is.
We stumble through the door in our haste to be alone. I slam the door shut, and then I’m on her. My tongue assaults hers in a battle of control. Both of us need to be as close to each other as we possibly can. Grabbing her around the waist, I lift her easily, her legs and arms settling around me. Taking long strides across the room, I drop her onto Jenson’s empty desk. She is leaning back onto her elbows, breasts pushed out and legs wide open where I left them.
“Baby, you are so fucking perfect.”
