One Second

Last night was long and agonizing; somehow, I thought that I would be the one leaving Lucas Lucero with a sleepless night, but yet I proved myself wrong and was in for tortured dreams where he laid only but naked, completely out of my reach.

But we will be changing that tonight.

Tonight I will be going solo for Savanah has some gig downtown and will only make it way past midnight.

So after giving myself a once over in the tall mirror hanging on the far sidewall, I adjust the tiny crop top, and with a few wiggles in the hot pants, I am ready to slip on a pair of deep red stilettos. It is the perfect contrast to finish my seductive image off, and I have on good authority that Lucas has a weakness for a woman wearing red.

After straightening my hair for what is the fifth time now, I make my way out of the apartment and will have to settle for my beast to get me where I want to go tonight.

I feel the roar of the engine vibrate between my legs as it sends seven sensations of adrenaline through my veins. The touch of the leather seat sits softly against my skin as I slip my hands firm around the throttle grip. In less than one…two, I push the engine from zero to sixty in less than two seconds.

“My god, this is better than sex.”

I love the rush of a fast motorbike, it sends vibrations through to my core, and only for, but a second I can say that this beast will give me far more pleasure than any man can give.

Soon I find myself navigating through the streets underneath the bright lights to the very place I find myself every night, well, that is if Savanah and I do not have a gig. Only what seems like moments later, I pull into the parking at the club; with one last check in the mirror, I slide this tight ass of the seat, with the slight amusement that it will be the one thing that will drive Mr. Lucero crazy tonight.

As I saunter my way past the long cue, straight through the door, I hear a bunch of bitches calling me a whore, well honey, they only whore is your stupid ass that is going to stand and wait the whole damn night.

Now it is time to set this plan in motion.

Much to the annoyance of Mr. Lucero’s bodyguard, we have been managing to slip past the bouncer every time, and tonight is not any different as I ascend the stairs that will take me to the private lounge.

With one quick scan, trying to remain unseen, I look for the very man. He is sitting where he finds himself every night with some blonde bimbo on his arm, practically sucking his face off. Now, do you want to know why I want Lucas Lucero?

I find a place at the bar from where I can watch him afar; he is as fucking hot as ever with a pair of skinny jeans and a white, tight-fitting shirt. He rarely ever does wear one, but fuck when he chooses to do, those toned muscles come pushing through. A perfect specimen, just one pity that the man is so vain and the biggest of them all is the number of women he finds himself every night.

But wait, there is one thing else that also finds his side every minute of his life, that goddamn bodyguard that has spotted me again and is now approaching me rather fast, though Lucas has not become aware of my presence.

So next, the man is towering me in all his glory, “I see that you have managed to find yourself in here again.” He pauses for a brief while and actually does manage to laugh. “How do you get past that idiot?”

I wave my hand over my body and only but smile at him, “With this, of course. Now, are you seriously going to throw me out so soon?”

“What is your fascination with Lucas Lucero?”

“That…Sorry, I actually never got your name?”

He looks at me rather surprised that someone actually will take a moment and stop to notice him, “The name is Colton, Colton Cruz.”

“Well, Colton Cruz, that is something between Mr. Lucero and me. Now please, just let me stay?”

“Fine, but the moment you attract attention, then you are gone.”

Now I cannot help but laugh at him, “Colton, have you seen what I am wearing?”

“True, you are going to get the entire fucking floor looking at you.”

“But,” I stop him, “Please don’t tell Lucas that I am here.”

He shrugs his shoulders and slightly cocks his head, “And your name is?”

“It is Lexi, Lexi Rose. Now please?”

“Fine, but I am keeping an eye on you.”

With that, he disappears back into the crowd, leaving me with my first victory in the belt.

Now my next is sitting with a whiskey in hand and whispering in the ear of the blonde that is sitting on his lap. He will for certain take her to that office later on just as it starts to get real packed. Lucas Lucero is predictable, yet, I think there is more to the man than what the eye can see. Well, at least beyond these walls.

Now while I was slowly sipping away on a chilled glass of whiskey myself, I have taken my eyes of the very person that I should not have, for next, I smell the scent of softwood and a hint of spice attacked my nostrils. And before I can even move an inch, he has me around the waist.

“Well, baby doll, I see you are back for seconds.”

“What makes you believe that I am here for you?”

He only but pushes his warm body into my bosom, “Then why do you sneak up here?”

“Perhaps I like the thrill of doing something I should not do.”

“Then you sound exactly like my type of girl.”

I only but huff at him as I shake my head, “Did we not establish that I am not a girl.”

“Oh, baby doll, from what I am seeing, you are one fine woman.”

The urge to laugh at him is far too great, and much to his surprise, I near topple from the chair; then, when I catch my breath, I point over to his company, “Unlike what is occupying your lap.”

“We can always change that?”

“Mr. Lucero, what gives you the idea that I am a woman that sits on a man's lap?”

“Can I be brutally honest with you, Lexi?”

“Ah, see, you bodyguard does not know how not to run his mouth. But do please.”

He only but tighten his grip around my waist; his fingers are burning deep into my skin, leaving me with the desire to devour every inch of him. But as I swallow deep, he continues to speak, “I don’t think you are like any of these women that spend their time around me every night. And what else I think is that…”

I immediately interrupt him, “I am not your type.”

“Baby doll, then why are you allowing me to touch you?”

“Perhaps I love the pleasure of the sin your flesh brings.”

He bites into his bottom lip while a small moan leaves his chest. And beyond what I can control myself, I slide my hand down his chest, the further I slide down, the tingles of the warmth his body brings race down my spine.

Then much to my own fucking embarrassment, I moan.

“Oh, baby doll, do that again.”

I grab the seems of his shirt and slide my hand under, he gasps, and as my finger finds the softness of his flesh, he instantly presses his body up against mine. Standing between my legs, I feel his erection press into my thigh. Then he lowers his hands and starts sliding them down my legs. I slide my hands into the back pockets of his jeans and pull him even closer to me. His naked flesh is pressed up against my tone stomach.

“My god, baby doll, you will bring death to me.”

Oh, I have him right where I want him to be. Now, do I draw him even closer, play a bit with my prey, or do I bluntly cut him off?

That burning desire in my chest says, yes, let’s play, but the sensible one says it is not time yet. I want to take my time with Lucas Lucero. I will be that first woman that he has on his arm twice. Yet, I allow him to pull me tighter. He slowly leans in and whispers in my ear; as I listen and gasp, the warmth of his breath shoots electricity straight to my core.

“Baby doll, please let me, just for one second?”

That leaves me completely rendered speechless; what is it that this man wants to do to me for one second?