16. Mila

I feel his eyes on me, drinking me in like I'm just another potent liquor to lose himself in. I shift as a prickling sensation tickles my skin, leading from the exposed flesh of my arm all the way to my neck.

I dare a glance in his direction, dragging my teeth along my bottom lip as I catch his intense gaze loitering on my lips. The corner of his mouth twitches upward in a dangerously tantalizing quirk, a silent approval that he's enjoying the show.

The lilt of the music has taken on a sexual edge, as the melodic sound of a male's angelic vocals blares from the speakers about all the things he wants to do to a woman in bed. I find myself affected by its magnetic pulse. Crossing my legs, I press my thighs together tightly, and stifle a grin when I hear him mutter "fuck."

I don't realize I'm unconsciously swaying in my seat, until he's stood and is in front of me. I raise my gaze to meet his gleaming eyes, and part my lips to speak.

"Damien?" I question, brows furrowing with confusion. I'm baffled as to why he's standing in front of me, weary about whether Kass is going to stumble upon this intimate moment, but he doesn't give me enough time to succumb to the poisonously anxious thoughts racing in my mind. Instead, he leans forward, moving his lips close to my ear, hot breath along my sensitive flesh enacts a soft purr as I flutter my eyes closed briefly. I revel his smell, the feel of him, all of it.

"Dance with me," He replies, and runs the back of his hand down my arm until his hand is securely in my open palm and he's pulling me along with him before I've emerged from this dreamy state of mind. Guess I didn't get much of a choice – not that I'd deny this gorgeous man a dance, anyways.

The dance floor is a little less populated, but still companied by bodies that sway slowly to the seductive music the DJ has graced us with. Damien places his hands along my hips and tugs my to him. I move forward, gasping when I melt into his firm, warm body, like he's home.

We move together so perfectly, my body sways left and he follows, grinding and touching in the most intimate way as his hands travel slowly from my hips to my lower back, lingering just above my ass. He's careful not to touch me there, although I want him too. So fucking bad.

Breathless is what I'm left as I feel the stiff reminder of his arousal thick against my stomach. Oh, that cock... just the rigid feel of his monstrous member has me aching in between my thighs with an itch only he can scratch.

Every time we've been so close to satisfying the incurable need to fuck one another, we're always interrupted. It's so fucking frustrating, and now here on the dance floor, I'm afraid if he grinds his cock against me one more time, I'll come. In front of everyone.

The familiar flutter of an orgasm teasingly surfaces in my pussy, causing the muscles in my abdomen to clench. I clutch his arms fiercely, as I move my hips fast against him, resting my head on his shoulder with my lips an inch away from his neck.

"You feel so fucking good, Mila."

"Oh yes," I moan softly into his ear, darting my tongue out to slide along his neck.

"Careful, I'm about ready to take you on this dance floor."

I giggle, and press my lips against his neck, inhaling sharply when I feel his cock twitch against me.

The rest of the dancefloor doesn't exist as we sway together, completely immersed in the tension building between us. Hell, I'd kill to be consumed by him. For him to indulge this fantasy of fucking me in front of all these people. Somehow, I don't think I'd care.

"I'd be up for that."

My response causes him to tense beneath my grasp, before he gracefully moves his body in a way that forces us to slowly move towards the back of the dance floor where the wall and the hallway leading to the bathroom is. I don't question him. It's pointless. He's already got my body doing his bidding. He could tell me to wrap my legs around him right now and I'm pretty sure I would.

When we reach the back of the dance floor where most eyes have strayed away, he twists me, so his back is to the rest of the dance floor and I'm facing the wall. Still swaying, his hand glides up my thigh, wrapping around until his hand has disappeared up my dress.

"What –"

"Just feel me, baby." He says and nibbles on my neck as his fingers circle teasingly next to my pussy.

Oh fuck... he's not gonna –

I gasp when he slips his fingers under the lace of my panties and his fingers rub against my moist slit. My clit throbs, aching for his touch, for release.

"Just as wet as I thought you'd be. Fuck" – He presses a finger against the entrance into my center and pushes a digit into my taut hole. "Oh god, that's tight." He pumps his finger, fucking me skillfully at the back of the club. I toss my head back against his shoulder and cry out, before he grabs my face with the other hand, twisting my head sideways so he can capture my mouth with his and swallow my cries of pleasure.

"Feel me fuck your pussy with my fingers, Mila. Soak my hand with your cum, baby."

Angling his wrist pointed up towards my ass, he grinds his palm against my wet flesh, sliding and rubbing against my clitoris as he pumps his finger deep inside of me. I cry out, legs shaking, as I near my orgasm. A prisoner in this wonderfully pleasurable game he's playing. I don't want to break free from him, or the hand that's about to shove me off the cloud to spiral into the dark need that's built up between us.

With each plunge into my depth, his pace get's faster, and his movement get's rougher, slamming into me.

"I can feel your pussy tightening. Let go baby. Give in and milk my fingers like a cock."

"Oh fuck!" A guttural moan tears from my lips, drowned out by the music, as I orgasm intensely, my pussy walls clenching his finger greedily. He wraps his arm around my waist, catching me before my shaky legs give out and I crumple to the floor in a pool of hormones.

Slowly, he teases his finger out of me, and I twist my head to watch as he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks my juices off.

This is a whole new level of man....

He spins me around, and scans my face.

"Let's go. Unless you want me to put my cock in you here?"

I shake my head, and firm my lips.

"But what about Kass?"

"I'll find her. Go wait at the table."

He gestures with a wave of his hand in the direction of the table, before disappearing into the crowd.

My mind is so clouded by the sex, that I remember she was going to the bathroom. I head down the hallway to the bathroom, and push the door open, only to stop when I hear groaning coming from a stall.

"Kassandra?"

"Mila!" She shrieks. "Uh – is everything alright? I was gonna be out in a minute."

Oh my god...

I cover my mouth with my hand and choke back laughter. This woman is crazy. A booty-call in the bathroom.

Don't act all high and mighty, you just got fingered on the dance floor.

True.

"I'm leaving."

I can hear the frown in her voice.

"Is everything alright? I'm sorry, I'll be out in a sec."

"No! Don't worry about it. I've got a ride home. I'll text you when I get there."

"Who's bringing you?"

"Cab," I lie. She pauses, and I wonder if she'll take the bait. She does, sighing and snapping at whoever's with her to 'stop for a sec.'

"Are you sure you don't need me to come with you. Seriously, Mi. I'll be right there."

"Don't worry about it, girl. I'm honestly not feeling good, and it sounds like you have your hands full." I turn to leave before calling back at her. "Do you have a ride home?"

"I'll figure something out."

Rolling my eyes, I saunter from the bathroom out towards the dance floor and to the table we were sitting at. I don't see Damien as I make my way there.

Right as I reach the table, I feel a hand on my lower back and jump, raising my arms defensively as I twist, only to find Damien's grin as he traces patterns along my back with his fingers.

"I found her," I conclude. "She's gonna need a way home though. I don't feel safe leaving her here stranded."

He nods, and whips out his phone, dialing a number before pressing it to his ear.

"Tuck, I'm gonna need you to pick Kass up from the bar in thirty minutes."

I search for a clock, wondering how she's going to even know to be ready. We've only been here for an hour and a half. I wonder if she'll be pissed that she has to go, especially if she overdoes the booze. The more she drinks the harder it is to get her to go home.

When he puts his phone away, I bombard him with an array of questions.

"Who's that? How is she going to know she's getting picked up?"

He holds up his hands and places them on the sides of my face.

"Tucker is a mutual friend of ours. He will call her, and if she's too fucking stubborn to answer, he'll come in, or search her damn iphone on find my iphone. It's a stipulation to her being allowed to socially drink at bars. She gets sidetracked so easily."

The thought makes me laugh. He grins and releases my face, before placing his hand in mine.

"Now let's get you into bed."

We stride eagerly to his car, slipping into the seats with renewed anticipation.

As he pulls the car away from the bar, I'm surprised to feel his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing back and forth along me.

"Just the taste of you, Mila, got my cock so hard it's painful." He said. His hand moved higher, and I spread my thighs wider unthinkingly.

"How about I relieve some of that pain?" I challenge with a lick of my lips. He reaches over to my face, grasping my chin, and running a finger along my lips.

"As much as I want your lips wrapped around my cock, I want to bury myself inside your cunt even more."

The way those words roll from his lips, makes me quiver. The fiery ball of awakened arousal ignites once again as he moves his hand up my leg, trailing right next to my pussy again. Only this time, he doesn't linger too long on my slit. He grazes his finger gently over it, but not enough pressure against my clit to relieve me.

No matter how hard I try and press myself against him.

"Ah, ah, ah. Patience, babe, and you'll find my cock will satisfy you even more than my fingers have."

When he parks, I don't notice until his hand stops moving. He climbs out, without an invitation to me, despite being parked outside of my apartment, and moves around the car quickly to open my door.

Hm... such a gentleman.

Until he opens his mouth and talks about how sweet the taste of my vagina is.

Not so much a gentleman there.

We walk side by side. The only things touching are our shoulders as he unlocks the door, and pushes it open, pointing for me to go forward first. I mumble a quick thank you, before sighing as my nipples strain worse against my bra.

The door closes, and he locks the deadbolt before tossing the keys onto the table by the door and stalking towards me as he pulls off his shirt and discards it on the floor.

I stare astonished by the chiseled edges of his muscles. He's perfectly sculpted. Absolutely fucking perfect. All I want to do is run my tongue along the length of his body, and taste the salty tang of this man, but right now he's focused on one thing only. Fucking me delirious. I'm obliged.

He halts in front of me, raising his hands to the straps of my dress, before he levels his gaze with mine. His eyes search my expression – trying to gouge my reaction as he pushes the straps down my arms, and the dress begins to slide off me, getting caught on my wide hips, before he tugs it down to my feet, and I'm left in panties and a bra.

He reaches down and strokes himself through his pants, before his hand finds mine, covering it and moving it to his hardened cock hidden beneath his jeans. He places my hand over him, letting me feel every bulge and shape he has to offer me.

"Fuck me, Damien."

Those words are his motivation to kick shit up a notch. I find myself scooped up and tossed over his shoulders as he carries me to the bed, leading with a smack on my ass.

"Hey!"

"I can't wait to watch this ass bounce when I fuck the shit out of you, Mila."

"I was under the impression you wanted to see my face," I joke, and snort. That earns me another smack.

"I want to commit every inch of your body to memory, so I never forget the way you feel."

My room is lit up by the gentle light from the bathroom and the moonlight seeping in through the window.

He deposits me onto the bed. My breasts bounce as I do for a moment. When I've straightened myself, he leans forward and places a kiss on my thigh.

"I wanna remember how you taste..." Another kiss, this time on my pubic bone. He pulls the panties up so far that they thin and slide easily into my slit, before he sticks out his tongue and drags it along my slit.

Shaking his head with a satisfied grin on his face, he groans.

"So fucking good."

Stepping backwards, he reaches for his jeans, unzipping them before pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers, letting his cock spring free.

He steps out of his pants, and I take a moment to admire the artistic curve of his body, the way the muscles ripple with each movement, and how thick and long his cock is. This man is built in the image of a fucking god, and he wants to delve into every delicious, and sinful fantasy he has with me.

"Take off your bra." He instructs firmly. His voice is mesmerizing, and I find myself unquestioningly removing my bra. My boobs bounce freely, nipples elongated toward him like they're trying to capture the hunger in his gaze, so he'll have a taste.

He steps forward, humoring the responses from my body, as he slaps his hands against my thighs and yanks me down so my ass is on the edge of the bed. He leans over, capturing a nipple in his mouth, twirling it between his teeth while he flicks his tongue against the tip of it.

I moan furiously, hands twisting in his locks as I press him harder into my flesh.

"Damien yes. That feels so good."

Every flick of his tongue on my hardened bud sends a shock of electricity straight to my pussy, charging me up for an orgasm so intense it'll blind me.

He pulls away, slipping his hands into the edge of my panties before he tugs them down my ass and legs, tossing them behind him and panting as he quietly revered the glistening lips of my pussy.

He reaches for his cock, slowly stroking himself to the sight of me. Nothing is sexier than watching him pleasure himself to my body. I squirm, anxious for his touch, for his invasion inside of me.

He steps forward, with the purple head of his cock glistening, and grabs my leg to wrap around his waist.

"Most importantly, Mila," He says, eyes wide, peering deeply into mine as he positions the throbbing, warm tip of his dick against my pussy, rubbing so firmly we both shake and sigh simultaneously. I twitch against him, and he whistles, inhaling a sharp breath. "I'm gonna remember the way your cunt feels when my cock goes in for the first time."

Before I can open my mouth to reply, he thrusts, burying himself to the hilt, balls smacking against my ass, as he stretches every intimate part of me. His cock invades and plummets my depths repeatedly as he thrusts, angling his upward to grind against my g-spot.

His hands grip my waists as he pulls me to him to meet his thrusts, rocking the bed along with us.

"This pussy is so tight, Mila. Fuck. I can feel you clenching around me," He grits out.

"I can't help it! You feel so good!" I whine loudly. The pleasure is too much, too powerful. I feel reality slipping away the closer I get to an orgasm.

Thrust after thrust.

Every voluptuous inch of his rod reaches new lengths inside of me.

"Don't you fucking stop!" I scream, pushing my hips forward to slam against him. The room fills with a serenade of sweat coated skin smacking together, and our moans as we lose ourselves in one another.

Damien moves and captures my lips with his in a passionate kiss, our tongues entwining and clashing in a sensual dance.

I moan into his mouth, and he groans into mine, as one of his hands roams up to cup my breast and play with my nipple.

"You're so wet, my cock is soaked."

"Just for your cock baby, only for you, Damien!"

He releases my breast, grabbing ahold of my waist and flipping us over so I'm atop him. With probing eyes, he nods.

"Ride my cock, Mila. I want to see those perfect tits bouncing in my face."

Steadying myself by placing my hands on his chest, I bounce my ass on him, rocking his cock into me.

I love the feeling of control that consumes me as I slide my pussy up and down his shaft, milking him and fucking him the way I want to. Just the right spot. I squeeze his shoulder and close my eyes as I let the feeling take over.

"Damien," I rasp. "I'm gonna come. I – I can't help it. I'm so fucking close, I'm gonna come on you."

He growls and moves so fast, I don't have time to blink, putting me onto my back, so he's in control once again.

He hikes my leg up onto his shoulder, wrapping his arms around my thigh and fucking me wildly, relentlessly, like pounding his hips against mine is the only thing giving him life.

"I want you to come with me, Damien. Empty that cock into my pussy, baby."

"Shit," He howls, as his dick swells larger inside of me.

"Oh fuck. I can't hold on anymore!" I choke, as I fall desperately into the erotic abyss of my orgasm, clinging onto Damien helplessly. The walls of my pussy clench and twitch as my limbs jerk and I vibrate beneath him.

"I'm coming," He groans, and I feel his cock empty a flood of warmth inside of me.

I move my legs quickly, wrapping them around his waist, and yanking his hips into me as deep as they can go while clenching my walls around him to draw every last drop of cum into me.

When he stops twitching, and sighs, our eyes meet, and a teasing smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

I grin, and slowly drop my legs down, wincing as he withdraws from me.

He gently strokes my thigh.

"God, the things I would do to you at the Gentleman's Club."

"Oh really?" I question, cocking my head sideways curiously.

He nods, and removes his hand, swiping his boxers off the ground and pulling them on.

"I'd love to see that."

His eyes widen, and his smirk disappears.

"Careful what you wish for, Mila. You may just find yourself handcuffed in one of their rooms."

I stand and firm my lips, while stepping towards him and placing my lips to his ear.

"Oh, I know I can handle you."