Jamal moved his hand lower, until he felt her tremble before him, her knees becoming jelly as he eased her legs apart with a subtle hint of pressure between her thighs. The honey whimpered slightly, lolling her head back against his chest, allowing him the pleasure of her fragrance.
She smelled sweetly exotic. Definitely enticing. It wasn’t a scent procured in any store or produced by any brand name perfume. Her lingering aroma was purely her own, feminine and inviting.
Glancing around the packed dance floor, Jamal’s gaze came to rest upon Kent as he gyrated his hips against some skinny broad in the center of the room. Outkast was pumping through the speakers now.
Jamal dipped his hand beneath the material of the woman’s skirt, his fingers encouraged further with each of her breathy moans. Easing aside the narrow strip of cloth covering her treasure, he parted her lips and dipped two knuckles deep into her oh–so–tight pussy.
Womanizing Kent, who had poked fun of his manhood, hadn’t managed to score the way he had, still bothered by being caught with a hard–on earlier. But it wasn’t merely the drive to prove himself a studly man that spurred the slow rhythm of his fingers as he moved in and out of the woman in his arms.
There was something about her that had drawn him from across the room. Maybe it was the wide–eyed stare she’d had when she’d first entered the bar, or the I’d–like–to–eat–you–for–dessert look she’d tossed him during that brief moment when she’d glanced his way. A siren call for sure; he’d been helpless against it.
In the dark room no one noticed how he pressed his fingers into her wet, accepting flesh. Using his thumb, Jamal found the bead of her clit and rubbed against it. The hottie went limp in his arms, sagging against him. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her curvy body against his, and took the weight of a firm breast into his palm, tweaking the hard crest with his fingers.
“You want it now, huh?” he whispered, bending his head so he could nibble upon the tender skin just below her ear. She shuddered, then slanted her head for him to further explore her skin with his tongue. Nuzzling his face into her straightened locks of hair, he slowed the in and out of his fingers to long sensual movements.
His effort at seduction was rewarded.
“Please…Please…Please…” Her begging whimpered chant was driving him crazy. A little more of this and he’d cum in his pants. Jamal shook his head, finding his behavior hard to believe. Foolish. He’d never done this before, but something about her had him press on.
“In the club?” He moved his thumb to her clit and circled twice. “Reach behind you and undo my pants.”
Kat couldn’t have stopped her hands if she tried. They moved behind her, like steel to a magnet, finding the large bulge straining his pants. She cupped him in her palms, the damn fabric preventing her from feeling what she wanted so badly to touch.
She flicked her fingernail against the rough teeth of his zipper, the jagged edge abrasive against her skin. In the momentary sting of pain, reason penetrated Kat’s lust miasma, his suggestion ringing loud and clear in her ears. Her blood roared through her veins.
She wanted sex and pretty badly, but she’d never been one for public displays of affection. She certainly wasn’t brash enough to actually have sex while everyone there could watch, had they the mind to.
She stalled her hands’ progress, though not an easy feat. Where was the shy girl, she wondered briefly, taking on her new role so completely?
“Perhaps we ought to take this to…” Her voice trailed off. To where? She hadn’t thought her plan through. Once decided, she’d rushed to the bar afraid if given too much thought she’d change her mind. Now she realized the error, too late, and too horny. She should’ve secured a hotel room nearby to ensure once she’d lured a man to her lair, she could enjoy him thoroughly. Her mind searched for answers. His car? The bathroom? The back alley?
The back alley. Surely there would be some boxes or something to offer a bit of privacy from the street front. Besides, the thought of a cold brick wall against her back and the heat of his body before her sounded like an exciting turn–on.
“Come with me,” she demanded, wiggling his hand free from her sex, moisture following his slow withdraw, knowing too, that given too much time to think she’d dart for the door. Alone. Shifting her hips to lower the skirt back into place, she grabbed his hand, slick with her juices, and pulled him after her.
He willingly fell into step beside her.
The bartender gave a knowing smile as she darted past, a man in tow, then shifted his head to the door that read EXIT like he knew exactly what she’d been looking for. Kat tried to ignore the burning heat on her cheeks as she used the door.
Once shut from the thumping of the speakers, a bass vibration worked its way through the walls and filtered into her.
Mr. Gorgeous moved his hands to her back, turning her toward the wall, and urging her forward. But she stepped from his grasp. This was her game and she meant to play it as she chose. She set the rules. The pace.
“Not so fast, Bad Boy,” she said, hitching her hip to the side and acting like she’d often written her heroines. Trying not to be Kat but the character she’d created, she smoothed her palm up his abdomen feeling each rippling contour beneath the silk of his button–up shirt. He sucked a breath between his teeth that further incited her desire.
Staring at the man’s handsome face, purely masculine but definitely beautiful, she saw dark eyes the color of midnight. They gleamed like a queen bed draped in black satin sheets, beneath a pair of thick, but well trimmed, brows. His dark brown skin reflected against the distant streetlight, showing how recently he’d shaved his head.
“Back up,” she urged, using a slight push on his chest.
He complied.
“Put your hands above your head.” She smoothed her hands up each of his arms, pulling his muscular biceps with her until she had his arms pushed up. His elbows bent, he intertwined his fingers behind his head, groaning as she shimmied up his body.
She leaned in close, inhaling the lingering scent of the club and the freshness of Ivory—splashed with the subtle hint of cologne. Needing to stand on tiptoes despite the extra four inches, she placed her elbows on his shoulder and framed his face with her forearms. She stroked her curious hands over his sleek head, enjoying his smooth and warm skin beneath her fingertips.
“I like your head,” she commented when he pressed his full lips to the curve of her outstretched neck.
“Oh yeah? Which one?”
She laughed. This guy was in a hurry and that suited her just fine. No time to chicken out. She eased away from him, allowing her hands to slide effortlessly down his well–defined chest. Her fingers came to rest on the buckle of the black leather belt holding his slacks in place. Releasing the spike from the hole, she then found the single button at the top of his fly. Bulging and straining beneath the fine twill of his pants, she could feel his erection, solid and pulsing, eager for lack of restraint.
A smooth swish of jagged zipper teeth and he was left confined only by a pair of thin cotton boxers with an easy elastic waist. Kat touched his flat stomach and felt him quiver, heard him suck in a breath. Her nails scraped over his skin, swirling through the silken dark pubic hairs that plunged from his belly button to the base of his cock.
“So which head do I like? Well, I don’t know yet do I; I haven’t felt them both.” Finding previously untapped courage, she slid her fingers beneath the band of elastic and bent her knees, drawing down his boxers as she crouched before him. The spikes on her heels clicked against the cement.
There, in the fake shades of neon signs and the soft glow of the distant streets’ overhead lighting, his dark cock sprung free. A bubbling of excitement swept through Kat’s