Your Place

~Cali~

Glide and caress. My lips parted from my stunned stance, allowing this stranger to slip his tongue inside my mouth with ease. With eyes wide open, all I could do was watch his eyelids pressed tightly. He groans, sounding satisfied with what he was tasting.

His hold on my arms was firm and gentle at the same time. The feel of his grip, the pressure of his fingers on my skin is enough to convince me he is enjoying what he is taking.

My frozen hands instinctively advanced on their own, clinging onto the nape of his neck. Just like what I thought, his locks felt like silk sandwiched between my curious fingers.

I can feel everything he was doing to me. Every caress of his tongue is wonderful and sweet, possessive and aggressive… and I like it.

Pressing his body against mine, he pushed my back to rest on the cold wall. His hands started to wander while he teased my tongue to duel with his searching one. I am never one to back down to a challenge. People who knew me know this very well, and this stranger is about to know it as well.

My senses began to wake up. The dormant muscles of my womanhood began clenching, aching with need. The fire of desire brewing inside me consumed my body fully. All thoughts of this man being someone I barely knew for over thirty minutes was thrown out the window of my sanity.

I like the way he was kissing me, taking my strength and will away from my own.

His hands traced an invisible path down my side. I moaned when his thumb flicked my straining nipples along the way, making both puckered under my clothes. His lips curved into a smile, clearly satisfied with my reaction. Circling one arm around my waist, the other quickly cupped my face, tilting my jaw to give him more access to devour my lips.

I was seriously getting dizzy in dire need of air. He was taking every ounce of breath from my lungs. But I can’t complain, nor do I want to complain. I like it. I like the way he was touching me. This is everything that I need.

My eyes fluttered open when he allowed me to catch my breath. Both our chest heaving heavily. His dilated golden honey eyes so beautiful with lust, staring down on my obviously need filled green ones.

“Tell me your name,” he breathed out.

Our hands still tangled with each other’s body. Obviously not having enough. Not wanting to let go.

I shook my head. “No names,” using the little strength I have in me, I stood on my toes and claimed his lips. I wish my movements were still sexy, still enough for him to want me even if it looks as if I was playing hard to get.

He kissed me back instantly, the same need was still present in his kiss and more. I moaned, so loud I swear the band can hear it, but I didn’t care. I felt his hard member straining like my nipples against his jeans. He was hard - rock solid hard... This man was hard for me.

We were keeping a tempo, our lips dance and glide along each other like pairs dancing a sultry tune.

I breathed deeply when he seized a healthy amount of my ass, keeping me grounded in his evident need.

“Your place or mine?” he mumbled against my swollen lips. We pulled away when the ladies inside the bathroom came out. Both had satisfied smiles plastered on their lips, yet they can’t keep touching each other still.

“Your place,” I am seriously doing this.

Yeah... One-night stand. Just for tonight, Cali.

He smirked on my lips before giving me a quick peck. Grabbing my hands, he twined our fingers in a locked grip. Even his hold is something I needed. This man is making me feel wanted. I know he needs me for one thing... sex. However, it is something that I longed to feel. Someone to need me, someone to want me.

With one of his strides, I did two in my high heels. I was biting my lip so hard, excitement oozing, while he guided me through the exit. Even with the warm breeze of Barbados evening, I can feel gentle chills all over my body. While I followed this stranger into the parking lot, I had a few seconds to say no to him. To decline the sweet offer of a one-night stand. To stop myself from acting reckless.

This isn’t me. I planned everything in my life in detail. Each decision I make, I weighed pros and cons before moving forward.

All too soon, we stopped on the side of a Land Rover. He was already holding open the passenger side for me, the only time he let my hand go.

The night is still young. The gentle light of the moon above us and the parking lights made him look even more beautiful.

His thick brows raised in amusement and confusion when I didn’t slide inside his car. “Change of mind?”

I swallowed the uneasiness bubbling inside my chest. Shaking my head, I removed the space between our bodies. Our lips met on instinct and soon the door was shut, my body pressed caged between the car and his immaculate sinful body. “I forgot to take my card,” I whispered against his mouth.

“I’ll go and get it,” his lips glided along my jaw, nipping my all too sensitive skin until he reached the junction of my neck and shoulders. He gave it a tender bite, resulting in me bucking against him. A deep chuckle escaped his mouth, clearly enjoying the way my body responds to his touch. “Stay here.”

“No,” I object. If he gets a hold of my card, he will know who I am and I don’t need that. “I’ll be quick.”

I slipped under his arms before he could stop me. My heels clicking on the pavement, matching the sway of my hips while I sauntered back inside the club.

‘My, my, Cali. What the hell is wrong with you?’ I kept questioning myself as I reached the bar.

He is the perfect guy for a one-night stand. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would ask for my number or where I finished my master’s degree.

I asked for the bartender to hand me back my card; I put it back inside my leather purse, tucking it in my shorts’s back pocket. Making a beeline out of the club once more, I hurriedly searched for the gorgeous stranger.

I willed myself not to be a pussy, it’s just sex and nothing more. ‘Live a little’ my sister Ren reminded me before I left our place in Savannah. And this is me, slashing one of my fears out of my reckless list - one-night stands.

My eyes found the sight of him, still leaning against his Land Rover, finding his eyes already locked with mine. With the massive distance between us, I can still feel the intensity of his eyes. The need he has for me still lingers all over my skin where his hands had been earlier.

Taking each step to him, my mind keeps telling me shitty things that I want to forget. What I came here to forget.

‘Ed doesn’t want to see you right now, Cali.’ Angela, my best friend’s voice still hung in the air. Her voice was so foreign, as if we hadn’t been friends since high school. I can’t recognize the woman standing in front of my fiance’s doorstep. ‘Just leave.’

I grew up fighting to be recognized by people around me, not because of my father’s influence. Everything that I have, I worked for it, fucking hard.

‘He never loved you,’ Angela’s words keep repeating in my head. As if everything happened just yesterday. The wound in my heart that I was nursing for three years is bleeding once more for an unknown reason. ‘Henson’s Distillery is on the brink of bankruptcy. You are just a pawn to him. No matter what you do, he will never love you because we’ve been together long before you came to his life.’

Six years, Ed and I have been together for almost six years. Just how long is she talking about?

“Everything alright?” his voice pulled me out of my reverie.

Looking up into his face, I see something that genuinely surprised me. His eyes, the one I supposed to be still filled with lust and need, gazed down at me with pure concern. That’s not the only thing that confused me, it’s the way he was holding my arms, as if he was careful not to break me.

“Yeah,” I breathe out. Pushing every bit of uneasiness I was having. “Let’s go?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but then his phone rang. Billy Joel’s voice filled the thick air around us. Telling how a crazy child should slow down.

Gorgeous stranger’s face contorted, his warm hands that were holding me pulled back, like my skin burned him. The concern he had vanished to thin air. Pressing his lips into a scrawny line, he took out his phone from his pocket, his face hardened when he looked down on screen.

“Give me a sec,” he didn’t wait for me to respond. Turning his back on me, he answered the call and rounded to the other side of the Land Rover. “Aoibhe...”

I didn’t wait to hear his conversation with this girl. I took it as my cue to leave, never bothering to look back. This guy is not for me, nor will I ever sleep with him if he has a girlfriend.

“Princess!” he kept calling me, or at least that’s what my mind wanted to believe as I slid inside the cab.

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