ROXY
Downing another drink, I slid the shot glass back towards Ritchie, the barman. "Fill me up again Ritch."
"What's the magic word?" He teased with his usual cocky grin as he reached for the tequila bottle.
I pretended to think for a moment before giving him a sweet and innocent smile and replied,
"Alcohol."
He laughed and poured two shots. Moving nearer to me, he handed one over then clinked the second glass against mine before we tossed back the contents together. I knew Ritchie well by now. This club being my regular haunt, I often ran into him here both when he was on and off the clock.
We got on really well when I first met him, so well that we ended up spending the rest of the night chatting and drinking. Not that it ended there. After many drinks, we'd ended up going back to his place and hooking up.
He gave me a little wink before making his way over to some new arrivals at the bar. I don't usually keep in contact with my one night stands but with Ritchie, there wasn't much of a choice as I run into him so much. Luckily he isn't the type to make things awkward and that night was soon left in the past, these days us being just good friends. Something I'm happy about. He's a laugh and good company, after all.
I watched him serve some new customers for a moment before a familiar tune started up and an instant rush flowed through me. As I found myself standing and making my way across the room, my body instantly alive and moving to one of my favourite tracks.
The beat of the music coursed through me, the lights of the club illuminating the crowded dance floor. I'd barely been dancing for a few minutes before I felt a hard body press against my back. Hands gripped my waist, holding me closer. Before I could react, a voice I recognised called out to me over the music.
"Fancy seeing you here."
I laughed as I realised who it was and continued to dance, sure to sway my hips in just the right way so as to brush against him. I heard him groan before he bowed his head, speaking into my ear.
"If you keep doing that, you know what will happen."
A warm heat flushed through my chest at his words. I knew exactly what would happen, from a recent experience. I placed my hands over him, sliding them lower down my body until they rested on my hips.
"Maybe I want it to happen," I replied.
Before I could say or do anything else, he spun me around to face him. My long dark hair fanning out around me, his mischievous grin and the twinkle in his bright blue eyes instantly brought back memories of a few nights earlier. How he had touched me, kissed me, pleased me. He was definitely one of my better hookups. One I definitely wouldn't mind another round with.
"Well I know I wouldn't mind a repeat of the other night," Dylan said.
"Is that so?"
I leant closer. My body pressed against him, as his hands made their way lower until they settled on my ass. My own travelling up his arms, resting on his broad shoulders. I felt the rumble in his chest as he let out a small moan. Tilting my head up, I let my gaze meet him before flicking down to his mouth. I remembered the feel of his lips against mine, the alcohol buzzed through me and I instantly wanted to feel them again.
I couldn't wait for another second as I pressed my lips to his in a heated kiss. My hands finding their way into his short sandy hair, tangling it around my fingers. His kiss was firm and hungry, I felt his tongue brush my lips and parted them instantly allowing his access. I felt the heat coursing through me, pooling in my core as the kiss deepened. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back to utter a single question.
"Your place or mine?"
"Mine's nearer," I replied, still breathless from the kiss and still desperately needing more. He smirked, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me through the busy dance floor towards the exit.
The cool night air was refreshing after the hot and stuffy club. I took a deep breath, savouring the sweet nectar of the oxygen passing through my body. Dylan's hand moved me forward once again. Reaching the curb he pulled open the door of one of the parked taxis, holding it open for me to climb in first. Laughing slightly, I climbed in shuffling to the far end and giving the driver my address while Dylan got in behind me.
The moment the door closed behind him he leant over pulling me into another kiss. His hands roaming over my body, reaching under the hem of my short gold dress, brushing against my thigh. We only parted when we arrived at my place and shuffled out of the taxi to make our way to my door.
Just as I turned my key in the lock there was a flash illuminating the sky above, followed by a loud rumble that was so deep it was as though coming from the centre of the earth itself. The skies opened, rain pouring down around us as the storm kicked in. I smiled to myself as a few drops of rain hit my skin before we crossed the threshold and entered my hallway.
I've always loved thunderstorms. The electricity in the air and the rumbles above soothe me. Each sound and each flash feels like my emotions are being unlocked and played through the sky, releasing me from them and making me feel alive and free. I embraced the freedom as a renewed energy began surging through my body.
I captured Dylan's mouth, not holding back as I met his tongue with my own, moaning against his lips. Without hesitation he lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed me against the wall trapping me between the cold hard surface and his warm firm chest.
Locked together, desire and need rushing through us we pulled at one another's clothes. Adjusting his grip on me slightly, Dylan carried me towards the stairs and skilfully made his way up to them, holding me securely. He reached my room and walked us inside. Strolling straight to the bed, he lowered me on to the mattress and kissed me softly.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room as he straightened up, his toned and muscular torso on full display. A loud rumble sounded once more. Dylan reached forward, a large smirk on his face as he trailed kisses up the inside of my ankle, travelling upwards along my leg and inner thigh. The sweet tingle of his lips on my sensitive flesh caused me to moan as my breathing sped up.
His fingertips swept over my skin. Climbing higher until they hooked into the waistband of my underwear and slipped them down. He broke away from me to pull them the rest of the way off before casting them aside.
He groaned his approval as his eyes took in the sight before him. He made quick work of removing his boxers and climbed on to the bed settling between my legs. Bending my knees, I secured my legs around his waist, once more feeling his hard length pressing against my hips.
His mouth trailed kisses along my neck, occasionally nipping and sucking at the skin. I tilted my hips up in need as my blood rushed to my core.
"I need you... now," I begged. Grinding myself against him, desperate for the friction that would grant me a release.
" Condom?" he muttered
"Drawer." The word came out as a pant, as I inclined my head towards the drawer to my left.
He smiled and reached over pulling out a foil packet. Tearing into it, he quickly withdrew the condom and rolled it on. His eyes were darkened with hunger as he repositioned himself lining up to my entrance, in a single and powerful thrust he filled me. Every inch buried deep within me, his hips flush against my own.
I cried out in pleasure as his hard thrusts worked away from the burning need inside me and his grip on my hips tightened into a sweet pain. Our moans filled the room, as we moved together picking up the pace, climbing towards our release, crashing over the edge and spiralling back down together. Breathless and exhausted we collapsed in a heap on the bed. The storm still raging outside, and within moments we were asleep.