Finding Home Ch 04 05

Chapter 4

The music in the club was pumping loudly. Bodies were tightly packed into virtually every area of The Den. Somehow, the crowd gave the girls a wide berth and they were able to make it to the bar with no incident.

Well, one incident.

A few steps away from the bar, Lucy felt a slight bump to her shoulder. She turned to see a very attractive woman with a jarringly terrified look on her face, "Oh no, I am SO sorry, Ma'am! Please forgive me! Oh shit!" The woman exclaimed quickly.

Lucy shot the woman a very confused look. "What? It's fine, I barely noticed. Pretty impossible to avoid hitting someone around here." She smiled, hoping to comfort the obviously alarmed woman.

The woman still looked terrified and Briana stepped in firmly, "She said it's fine. Now go." The woman muttered another couple "Sorry"'s before scurrying off to the other end of the club.

Lucy shot Briana a questioning look. Bri just shrugged. Melanie broke the awkward moment, "Ladies, you definitely need some more to drink, am I right?! And I could kill for some water!" The three laughed and finally made their way to the bar.

No sooner had Lucy stepped up to the bar when a handsome young bartender immediately came her way smiling, "And what can I get for you, miss?"

Damn, everyone here is so good-looking!

Lucy blushed and asked for a vodka soda. The bartender placed the prepared drink on a napkin in front of Lucy. When she turned to discreetly grab some cash from her bra (

why do dresses so rarely have pockets?

) the bartender smiled brighter and shook his head. "This one's on the house, pretty lady. Whatever you want tonight, free of charge."

Lucy was feeling bold and flirted, "Whatever I want, huh?" She leaned closer over the bar, exposing a little more of her cleavage.

The bartender suddenly jolted backwards looking like he'd been stricken. "Uh, um, sorry about that miss, uh, Ma'am, uh... I'll just be over... here..." he stammered as he ran to the other side of the bar.

When Lucy turned around, Melanie and Briana were guffawing at the scene they had just witnessed.

"What the fuck was that?" Lucy wondered aloud.

"Oh, girl it's not you. He just got what was coming to him is all." Melanie tried to explain through her giggles.

Lucy chewed the inside of her cheek. Maybe once the bartender saw her a little closer, he changed his mind about flirting with her? She took a big gulp of her drink. The sisters were cheering and clapping for her. The support of her friends helped to harden Lucy's resolve. "You know what, fuck him! Tonight is my night!"

Melanie laughed, "Actually, it's supposed to be MY night, remember?" Melanie glanced at the other two, "Awe fuck it, it's all of our night!"

With a communal "Wooo!" the girls took to the dance floor. Despite the large crowd, the three were again given a fair amount of space on all sides as they danced their hearts out.

Lucy started to sweat as she swung her curves to the eclectic mix coming from the DJ: 2010's hits, disco legends, 90's rap classics, and more. The girls waved their arms high, shook their ample asses, and moved their feet like there would be no tomorrow. Lucy was pretty sure she'd have a killer hangover and sore feet in the morning, so she reveled for the moment in the unbridled fun on the dance floor.

Suddenly, the beat got much slower and the vibe in the club seemed to shift. The air felt thick as a Miguel song rang out from the speakers:

"These lips, can't wait to taste your skin, baby, And these eyes, I can't wait to see your grin..."

Lucy felt a presence behind her. Hands confidently reached out and laid heavily on her hips. Lucy sighed. Strangely, the gesture didn't feel threatening. In fact, she felt downright calm. The presence felt... matter-of-fact...

dominant

... the weight of the hands laying simply on her body like that. Heat started to radiate from the point of contact. Soon, she felt herself being guided backwards.

Her ass made first contact with the man behind her, if she could even call him a man.

More like a statue.

His body felt hard as stone, yet deliciously warm. She closed her eyes as she gave in to the sensation of the back of her body molding to the front of his. Hot breath traveled down the side of her neck. She shivered and instinctively ground her ass backwards as she made a circle with her manhandled hips.

A very low, almost inaudible, groan was let out next to her ear and she gasped, eyes still closed. Lucy wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the high from all the dancing, or just a magic in the air but she felt electrified. Every nerve ending on her skin was on high alert. She kept moving her hips to keep her knees from shaking. And she also kept moving her hips because damn, did that feel good.

At 5'3", Lucy was used to being shorter than those around her. But this person behind her had to be well over 6'0". His body seemed to completely envelope hers. And if the size of his hands was any indication, she was not mistaken that her ass was currently rubbing up against a very sizable piece of meat.

Very sizable indeed!

Her pussy throbbed at that thought and she pushed her ass into him even more.

"If you can't control yourself, I may have to teach you a lesson right here in front of everyone." A deep, husky voice growled directly into her ear.

She shivered again. "Promise?" The word was uttered so softly, Lucy wasn't even sure she had said it aloud.

The stranger let out a gravely laugh that sent jolts directly to her nipples. "Just you wait." He taunted in that sultry deep bass voice.

Can you fuck a voice? God, I would totally fuck this guy's voice.

If she had been any less overwhelmed with lust, she might have laughed at how desperate she sounded.

The music picked up to a faster tempo song, but Lucy barely noticed. She was focused on this stranger, the feel of what must be his dick on her ass, the feel of his possessive hands on her hips, and the increasing dampness between her legs. They were in the middle of the dance floor of a wildly popular club, but they might as well have been grinding their hips together in a dark room with no one else around.

She felt a wet sensation as his tongue began to playfully massage her ear. She moaned as he moved down her neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of her skin. "Yes, please. Yes." She was in heaven.

Please keep going!

Thankfully, he kept going.

He reached the meeting place of her neck and shoulder and she cried out. The stimulation was too much. Why did she feel like she was almost on the edge of cumming? Granted, she didn't have that much experience with the opposite sex, but that area of her body had never been that sensitive before!

God, I am such a virgin! People don't orgasm over making out!... Do they?

Is that what they were doing? Making out? This felt like so much more than that. It occurred to Lucy that she was still facing away from the stranger. As she swung her hips to the side, she rotated her upper half so that she was now face-to-face with the stranger with the magic tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat.

He. Was. Gorgeous. He was hot. He was sexy. He was MANLY.

Her stranger stood well over a head taller than her. She estimated him to be in his mid-30s. His thick, black hair was cut shorter on the sides and longer on top. His hair looked tantalizingly disheveled at the moment. His mouth was surrounded by a thick black beard, neatly trimmed close to his face. His lips looked perfectly delectable. That magic tongue popped out and licked his lips slowly as he watched her quite obviously checking him out. His jaw was square and masculine. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, his beard, everywhere.

He was broad. Lucy tried to bite back a groan as she viewed his expansive shoulders and chest. His legs matched his upper body, too, as they filled out his pants ever-so-nicely.

Clearly someone never skips leg day.

And that bulge...

Oh god. Wait, did I just whimper out loud?

His shirt was tight and clinging to his torso. Every ridge and ripple of his abs was visible. How would his body feel under her tongue? Would he let her lick the salty sweat from every part of his body? Would he make her beg to do it?

Would he

let

me beg for it?

She shuddered again.

What is this man doing to me?

She looked down at his ripped arms. He had thick forearms. He looked so...

So powerful.

He could easily lift her up, throw her down, and fuck her any way he wanted. Every way he wanted.

She made love to his impressive body with her eyes but his eyes kept distracting her. They were dark, almost black. They were focused hungrily on Lucy, watching her as she sunk deeper and deeper into overwhelming need. As she watched, a faint amber glow appeared deep in his eyes. The glow became more pronounced then faded back again to disappear. His eyes switched like that over and over as she looked him over. She thought back to the bouncer outside's glowing eyes.

Strange lighting in this place.

He shook his head slightly then looked back at her with one of the most forlorn looks she'd ever seen. He spoke with that mesmerizing deep voice, "Little one, I'm afraid I'm on borrowed time here. I would love to show you each and every way I intend to worship that hot fucking body. But I'm afraid this is neither the place nor the time. You have no idea how much it kills me to say this, but I must leave you now."

He truly did look very upset. Almost as upset as Lucy felt, hearing the words. Panic rose in her chest and she reached out to place her hands on his broad chest. "No! Please! Stay."

His eyes flashed amber again, this time brighter than before. He shook his head quickly again before smirking down at her. "Don't worry, little one. I will never be far. But first, here's something to remind you of my claim." He flashed a devilish grin before launching his mouth with lightning fast speed at that spot between her neck and shoulders once more. She cried out, much louder this time, not giving a damn who saw or heard. She was so worked up the beginnings of an orgasm began to bubble deep within her pussy.

"Oh my god, I'm dripping wet." She meant to only think that statement, but his unbridled vigor, licking and sucking the sweet spot on her neck, coupled with his hands now grabbing at her breasts, threatening to rip the thin fabric let her know that she had actually said it aloud, egging him on.

"Oh, fuck." It dawned on her that she was about to cum in the middle of a dance floor surrounded by strangers.

Let them look, I'll show them what a hot bitch looks like.

The idea suddenly had her so aroused that she felt herself falling over the cliff to orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes! Please. Yes. God! Please keep sucking. Oh, shit, SHIT." She babbled incoherently as the spasms rocked her body. He wrapped his thick arms around her to keep her from losing her balance.

A few moments after coming down from the best orgasm she'd had in recent memory, she looked up at her stranger.

My stranger?

She considered this thought for a brief second.

Yes, my stranger.

His eyes were again going quickly between black and glowing amber. He closed his eyes and took in a few very deep breaths. When he looked at her, his eyes were coal black and once again sad. "I'm sorry, little one. But we will meet again. Soon."

"How soon?" Lucy whispered breathlessly.

"Not soon enough." He kissed her forehead gently and stepped back from her. As if remembering something, he cleared his throat (

What a magnificent sound!

) and leaned in very close to her ear, "Jackson." He pulled away and pointed to himself, grinning playfully.

She giggled. "Lucy." She pointed to herself.

"I know." He said as he winked at her with glowing amber eyes and abruptly turned and moved out of sight.

Chapter 5

Lucy took a deep breath and tried to process what the hell had just happened.

This man had just groped and licked her within an inch of her life, gave her a shockingly strong orgasm, then just left! She felt confused. She felt like a piece of meat. Most of all, she felt ready for Round 2.

Soon, Lucy regrouped with her best friends, Melanie and Briana.

"Damn, Lucy. You are one lucky bitch!" Briana teased as Lucy's blush became visible even in the darkness of the club.

"You have no idea," Lucy said quietly. She suddenly became aware of the moisture in her panties. The sheer, barely-there thong did little to soak up the juices that were getting dangerously close to running down her leg.

Melanie wrapped an arm around Lucy and gave her a conspiratorial grin. "Come on, let's get you home and cleaned up. Don't want to risk the rest of these mutts in here getting too close to you." She gestured to the crowds still frolicking the night away inside the club.

Lucy felt like all eyes were on her as they made their way out of The Den. She knew she was being paranoid but her blush deepened each time she caught the eye of another stranger.

There must be lasers or something reflecting in here

she thought as she observed that many of the patrons and staff's eyes seemed to glow like Jackson and the bouncer's had.

Once Melanie was safely back home, Lucy turned to walk to her own apartment a few blocks away. Briana insisted on joining Lucy.

"Seriously, Bri. Your place is in the opposite direction," Lucy felt guilty for making her friend go out of her way. "Really, I'll be fine."

Briana shrugged, "I just want a little more fresh air before calling it a night. Come on, tell me about this guy!" She started off towards Lucy's building.

Lucy smiled with relief. Though she was feeling guilty, it was nice to have a companion this late at night. She vaguely had the feeling of being watched, similar to how she had felt during her run that afternoon. A rush of gratitude came over her for her good fortune to have found both Melanie and Briana so shortly after she moved here. And now her new stranger. "His name is Jackson," she said breathily.

"Ooh, dreamy!" Briana teased, good-naturedly egging her friend on.

Lucy barely registered the other girl's tone. "He's just... perfect. So big. And hot! And... consuming! Dammit. I can't even think straight, Bri."

"

Oh, you've got it, you've got it bad!"

Briana sang the Usher tune so off-key the girls nearly collapsed in a fit of laughter as they made their way inside Lucy's building and up the stairs. Briana patiently waited as Lucy fumbled to get her key out of her bra. "You ever heard of a purse, Luce?"

"And ruin this outfit? Seriously, thanks again for walking me back. Are you sure you're okay to get yourself home?"

Briana smiled and shook her head. "I promise I'm fine. Go! Rest, dream of your beautiful Mr. D-... Mr. Dreamy." Lucy was about to close the door when Briana called out again, "And Lucy? I'm really happy for you," she said with so much sincerity that Lucy felt tears start to prick at the corners of her eyes. Before she could say anything, Briana turned on her heel, loudly squawking offkey a mash-up of different Usher songs as she exited the building. Lucy's neighbors were going to be pissed.

***

Lucy tossed and turned in her bed as she tried to fall asleep. She felt restless. In the wee hours of the morning she finally began to doze off. Visions of a deep, lush forest appeared in her mind. The foliage was hard to focus on, she must have been running very fast. Exhilaration and pure joy was all she felt. She easily avoided tree branches and boulders as she leaped along. As she entered a clearing, she looked up to see the moon, boldly and brightly shining upon her. Every star in the sky seemed to come into her field of view. She threw her head back and let loose a loud and piercing howl.