I smile and laugh with all my co-workers at the appropriate times but, my attention is fully focused across the room, my eyes never leaving him. He's the life of the party, surrounded by admirers, and I understand the draw.
Handsome doesn't properly describe the man sitting with his legs crossed and holding court like a king on his throne. The lights of the room reflect, shining from his eyes as if they twinkle with the dirty thoughts of every girl he ever met.
I'm dressed like a high dollar hooker for this intimate soiree, hoping he likes what he sees, a short black dress and leather boots, completed by black eyeliner and red lipstick. I gather my courage and pull my dress down a little, exposing the maximum amount of cleavage, before shaking my ass as hard as I can across the room and taking a seat beside him.
We sit next to each other, speaking with other people and pretending to be strangers, but my body is hyper aware of him. Butterflies swarm my stomach and mind, making me dizzy with anticipation. The urge to touch him grows stronger, as does the sexual tension.
We sit this way for the rest of the evening until the party begins to unwind and people begin to say goodbye and part ways. I hug my friends and watch them disperse to their respective vehicles and drive away as I light a cigarette and wait.
It's not long till I see headlights coming my way. The car pulls to a stop next to me and the passenger window rolls down.
My heart speeds up again, seeing him behind the wheel.
"Want a ride?" He asks, smiling at his own joke.
"I'd like a ride very much," I agree easily, opening the door and sliding into the seat next to him.
We drive in silence for a short while, before pulling into the driveway of a modest, but sprawling home. He turns off the ignition, but continues to stare straight ahead.
"It took every bit of patience and self-control I have to not touch you tonight," he says quietly.
"Especially with you in that dress," he adds, finally turning to look at me.
I smile broadly at his admission, happy that my attire received the attention intended.
His face, though, shows no emotion as he turns and opens his car door, stepping out into the night air. I do the same, following him closely. He uses his key and unlocks the door quickly, kicking it open with one foot.
Grabbing my arm, he pulls me inside, slamming the door and shoving me back against it. Pressing his body against mine, we pull at each other, trying to get impossibly closer. Crashing his lips to mine, our tongues tangle in the most violently sweet kiss I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing.
Our bodies fight for domination but we both know who will win control. I already feel my resolve weakening as he slips his foot between mine, kicking my legs apart and placing his thigh against my heated pussy. I rub myself against him wantonly, needing more.
