We went clubbing. Just the two of us. Wanting to escape our relationship and family problems, knowing that we both needed a much needed break. And that was when I realised that we only had each other.
We spent the night dancing and drinking. We took a couple of shots before getting a bottle of whiskey. Another couple of glasses in and I was definitely more than high, a fact aided by the joint we had shared before the drinks. Not wanting to dance with any other guys, I danced with Ethan.
At first we danced with a modest distance between us, both vibing to the music. Midway through our drinks and due to the crowd in the club building up, I found myself dancing closer to him. He smelled good as he always did and as his hand slid along my back, I pressed myself further into him.
As we moved, I shifted around with my back facing him. His hand now moved to my front to brush my bare midriff beneath my top. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through my body and emboldened by the alcohol, I found myself pressing my ass back against him. I felt his breath near my ear hitch and quicken. I shifted back almost instinctively and I found myself moving back with him.
When he tried to step back once more, I reached back with my hand to clasp the back of his neck, pulling him back towards me. He groaned as his hips pressed into mine and I could feel his erection. Knowing I had that effect on him only made me feel more confident as we danced like that for a while; grinding against each other to the beat of the music.
I loved the feel of his body against mine with his hot breath washing over my skin. We were both sweating as songs just flashed by. When I turned around to face him again, our eyes met and even though neither of us said a word, an unanswered question got asked and answered; do you want to get out of here?
He drove us back to his place, the tension in the car palpable the whole drive back as neither said a word. Even as we went up in the elevator towards his studio apartment, not a word passed except for knowing glances and an almost guilty, anxious smile that we both couldn't quite wipe from our faces.
As soon as the front door closed, I stepped into the middle of the room with my gaze fixed on him. His eyes watched me while he stood with his back inches from the front door. Holding his gaze, I lifted my arms up into the air, causing the hem of my top to ride up and stretch over my breasts, accentuating their curve and revealing even more of my midriff.
His brown orbs moved over my body, almost drinking me in. I took the opportunity to trail my own hues over him, seeing him in a new light. I always thought he was cute but I never noticed that he filled up his buttoned shirt nicely. Clearly his work in the gym was bearing fruit.
He took a few steps towards me and I continued moving backwards, our eyes fixed on each other. I gasped when my back hit the floor to ceiling window behind him but he continued until the distance between us disappeared.
When he reached me, my hand went up to his chest, feeling it rise and fall under my hand. His eyes were on me, watching, calculating. When he leaned down a little, I lifted my head and watched his face that was just inches from my own. I could feel his warm breath against my mouth.
I absentmindedly licked my lips and his gaze dropped to my mouth, watching my tongue's progress. Next second he brought his hand up to my face and his lips were on mine with an urgency I never knew he possessed. His arm coiled around my waist to pull her closer. His lips were soft, his kisses deep and hard.
My hand moved to cradle the back of his head, my thumb drawing circles across the soft nape of his neck. My other hand was on his chest, roaming. His chest was muscular, as was the rest of him. Sturdy. I tugged his shirt out of his jeans, moving my hand more freely across his stomach. He took a shallow breath as my cold hand flattened against him.
I kissed him back deeper as his hips pressed forward against me. Once more I felt how hard he was. For me. I lightly bit his bottom lip, nudging his mouth open with my own. I pulled my head back, leaving him breathless. He leaned forward, his mouth searching for mine, but I pulled away, not letting him. His eyes opened to look at me quizzically.
I hooked my hands into the top of his jeans, running my fingers along his abdomen to get to his belt. His breath caught in his throat. I smiled and looked at him from under my eyelashes. He pressed his mouth to mine again, like a man desperate for something only I could give.
When he pulled back to catch his breath, I held his gaze as I undid the buttons of my top, running my fingers gently along each one before popping them loose. His gaze was transfixed on my actions. Ever so slowly, I pulled my shirt open to reveal my breasts cradled in a soft, black lace bra.
He moved his hand to the small of my back and started kissing the corner of my mouth, down along my jawline, and onto my neck. I tilted my head back as his soft lips moved over my skin. My skin burned, begging for his attention as he nipped and bit into my skin.
When he moved his hand up my spine, I shuddered against him, my legs trembling beneath me. The palm of his hand found my bra and deftly undid the clasp, nudging the straps off my shoulders. I shrugged it off, shivering slightly as the cold air washed over my bare chest.
His mouth moved back to mine, even more desperately than before as if that was possible. His hand trailed down, across my belly, and down my hip. He stopped on my upper thigh, slowly dragging my skirt up. My excitement only grew as his hand trailed back up my bare leg and across my inner thigh. I let out a small gasp as his hand brushed against my panties. I could feel his smile against my mouth at my reaction as he pressed his lips to mine. I let out a long breath as his hand pressed against my bare skin, tilting my head back against the cold window.
Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth back down to the crook of my neck, breathing in and out slowly. He groaned into my ear when he pushed my panties aside and traced his finger along the folds of my sex, discovering how wet I was. The rhythm of his breathing followed the rhythm of his fingers, stoking the flame between my legs to an all-out fire. His arm tightened around me as my legs wobbled, keeping me steady as he teased me.
Finally he slipped first one finger then a second, with his thumb circling my clit. I groaned, my breath hitting the air in short bursts. He played me like a fiddle, his light touches interchanging with more pressing ones. My breathing was laboured, like there wasn't enough air in the room to satisfy me.
"Please," the single word escaped my lips, the first word we had spoken since the club.
