THREE

“What?” I managed to push the word past my lips in my stunned state.

“This club is boring”. His shoulders hitched up on a delicate shrug.

“How on earth am I supposed to entertain you?”

“Well, you have a brain, think”.

I shrugged off the mockery I picked up in that statement only because I was the reason behind this unfortunate situation. If only I had carried on walking as my brain ordered, I would have been somewhere with Lola right now, having fun.

He stared at me intently like he did earlier in the club as I searched my mind for anything I could do. An idea finally clicked into my mind just as Wizkid and Drake’s Come closer came through the speakers. I did the only thing I could think of right then.

I danced.

As surprising as this might sound, I loved dancing. It was my favourite way to exercise and ease stress, which was why I wasn’t embarrassed that I was dancing in front of him. That and the fact that he was a stranger. I was never going to see him after today so I had nothing to lose.

I refused to let my mind settle on this moment, the very first time dancing in front of an audience, so I won’t get shy. It was something I did in my room, just me and my reflection in my mirror.

Releasing a deep breath, I closed my eyes and got lost in the music, letting it lead me. I moved my body in a flawless rhythm, swaying my hips and whining my waist to the beat.

I jolted up in surprise and stilled when I felt his hand snake up around my waist and pulled me flush against his hard body. My eyes flew open in shock to find Ben no longer sitting on the sofa, but now directly before my very eyes with my body pressed up against his and his potent gaze consuming mine. His cologne wafted into my senses, weakening my knees and I leaned into him for support. My heartbeat quickened. He was so close that I could every inch of him against me.

I quirked my head up and found him studying me through his long lashes like I was some experiment he was working on. He stared at me with his intention clearly written on his face and his eyes falling to my lips was the confirmation I needed.

He wanted to kiss me.

My breath caught in my throat when his hands shifted to my face and cupped my cheeks.

“I want to taste you”. He whispered with his lips a few inches away from mine and I closed my eyes and parted my lips in invitation. I wanted to taste him too, it was all I could think of at the moment.

I stopped breathing completely when he pressed his lips to mine, his hands shifting behind me to grab my ass as his mouth moved over mine. This was it. I was finally having my first kiss and he was totally worth it. This guy knew how to kiss. He was surely going to ruin me for the others.

I kissed him back, letting his tongue lead mine in a steady rhythm. My hands instinctively flew to grab the taut muscles of his arms when he deepened the kiss, kissing me like he would never have the chance to do it again because he actually won’t. I dug my nails into his arms. Right now, it was the only thing preventing me from running my hands all over his body as I accepted the brutal force of his kiss. I didn’t want to look desperate as I felt. He was a stranger after all. My heart pounded in my chest and heat rushed through my body as his taste made my insides melt. He tasted like Hennessey and mint and I moaned into his mouth, savouring it.

“Your taste is addictive”. He groaned as he tore his lips from mine. I was still in a haze from the intense kiss we just shared that it took a while for me to realize when he lifted me from my feet and placed me on the pool table. He spread my legs and settled in between them, wrapping my legs around his lean waist. He then wasted no time in dragging the thin straps of my dress off my shoulder and down my chest to reveal my red lacy bra. He stared at it for a moment, swallowing hard and clenching his jaw like he was trying so hard to stop himself from ripping it to pieces. I bit my lip as I watched him watch me. The wanton look on his face unchained something feral I never knew existed within me and I surprised myself by pulling down the cups of my bra, pushing it farther down to join my dress at my waist and revealing my breasts to him. I couldn’t believe I was baring myself to a stranger without any form of shame.

This wasn’t me.

I wasn’t the type to throw all my morals on the first day of meeting a guy.

Who was this guy and what had he done with the naïve, over-serious Ajuri?

He blinked and swallowed hard as he caressed my breasts with his heated gaze, looking like he was in pain. “You’re so beautiful”. He groaned and a small smile touched my lips. The smile fell when he gripped my neck with his hand and just when I thought he was going to kiss me again, his other hand slipped in between my legs and shifted my red lacy thong aside and then, he thrust a finger into me. I cried out at the sudden intrusion and he crashed his lips against mine, trapping the sound in his mouth.

“Hmm, so fucking wet for me”. He hummed against my lips, tightening his grip on my neck as he fucked me with his finger. I gripped the edge of the pool table using it as leverage as I rocked back against his finger. I lowered my gaze to where our bodies met and my lips trembled at the sight of his finger moving inside and outside of me. I was aware of him watching my every movement but I was too drunk with pleasure to care. His mouth fell on my breasts and I moaned when his lips latched on a nipple and sucked it into his mouth as he replaced a finger with two.

“Oh”. I whimpered as a deep sensation started building at the pit of my stomach, one that had my toes curling and my grip on the pool table tightening in anticipation. His hand and lips left me and I groaned at the loss. Why on earth did he stop?

With his intense gaze on mine, he lowered his lean athletic frame to his knees, fisted my thong in his grip and pulled it down my thighs. Cool air hit my aching folds and I pressed my legs together, feeling quite shy as I was now fully exposed to him. I was half-naked while he was still fully dressed.

He pushed my legs further apart and then flicked his tongue against my clit. I jerked away from him with wide eyes. “W..What are you doing?”

“Although I love how beautiful and sensitive your breasts are, I have some other interesting plans for you”. He said as he pushed me closer to his mouth with his hands on my ass. I diverted my attention to the disco lights on the ceiling, breathing deeply as I tried to relax my tensed muscles but it was to no avail. I couldn’t force myself to relax no matter how I tried.

I shuddered when I finally felt his hot wet mouth on my folds.

“Fuck, I knew you would taste this good”. He groaned against my clit. Tightening his grip on my ass, he buried his mouth on my clit and practically devoured me.

“Oh God,” I gasped as the contact sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. It felt crude, intimate, sensual and oh, so good. I had read about oral sex in novels, and I had even seen it happen in movies but I never knew it felt this good.

My hand flew to grab his head and I held it to me as I ground myself against his hot mouth; squirming, moaning and whimpering at the pleasure every movement brought.

My breathing became laboured and I panted as the sensation from before came back to me in full force. He thrust his tongue into me and slowly pulled it out and then moved it to my clit. He dragged his tongue on my clit slowly from top to bottom and then, bottom to top and that was all it took to tip me over the edge. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came apart under his tongue with a strangled scream. My body writhed and pulsated like I was convulsing as I came over and over again while he kept dragging his tongue on my clit. I struggled to regain control of my breath as I came down from my high when he finally stopped.

Somehow, the orgasm and the loss of his lips on mine kicked common sense into me and I became explicitly aware of everything that just happened. I just let a stranger spread me open like bread and eat me out in an open spot where anyone at all could walk in and see us. Something was wrong with me. How on earth could I have let this happen? What happened to my dignity?

He rose to his feet with my wetness still glistening on his lips and flicked his eyes over to the Rolex watch on his wrist. “We still have eight minutes”.

I quickly hopped down from the pool table, dragging my panties up to my waist and putting my bra and dress back in place. I was so ashamed that I couldn’t even look him in the eye. I can’t believe I just made a fool of myself in public.

He grabbed my hand, halting me in my tracks just as I turned to leave. “We still have eight minutes”. He repeated the words like I didn’t hear him earlier.

“I’m no longer interested. Please just let me leave”. I blurted out the words in a quivering tone with my back still turned to him. I couldn’t face him. Not only because I was too ashamed to but also because I knew I would change my mind if I happen to see those deep-set eyes again. I tugged my hand from his grip and I bolted out of the room, praying fervently in my heart that I never meet him again.

Lola was the first person I saw immediately I dashed into the hall. “Geez, girl. Where on earth have you been?. I’ve been searching all over the place for you”. She frowned at me.

“I..I..I” I tried explaining but I wasn’t capable of making any coherent statement. My brain was in a knotted mess as I still hadn’t gotten over what just happened a few minutes ago.

She raised her eyebrows at my disoriented state and then her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she finally took notice of how disorganized I looked. “What happened to you? Your lipstick is smeared and your braids are all over the place”.

I was about to tell her nothing happened when I spotted him from the corner of my eye, strolling out of the room with his hands in the pocket of his black trousers. The sight of him stole my breath and robbed me of speech. The movement of his hips and legs as he walked over to the bar turned my insides to jelly and I was now beginning to regret not staying back for the remaining eight minutes.

“Ajuri. Are you okay? What are you looking at?”. Lola asked and was about turning to find what I was looking at when I grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the club.

“Hey! What is wrong with you? What are you doing?” She kept throwing questions which I ignored till we were out of the club.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked again, this time with concern. “Are you drunk or…”

“What? Of course, I’m okay and I’m not drunk”. I chirped with a smile, now able to find my voice as we were no longer in the club. That guy really has a bad effect on me. “I’ll explain everything on our way home but as for now, let’s go on with our fun night. What’s the next place on the list?”

“A sex club”. Lola announced with a toothy grin, surprising me for the second time that night.

My mouth dropped. “What? Are you crazy?”

She nudged my arm with her shoulder, a goofy smile playing on her lips. “It’s part of the fun, girl. Let’s go”. She said and started leading me towards the road where we would look for a taxi.

“Aren’t we too young to go there?”

“I have my ways”

“Wait. You’ve been there before right? How many times?”

“Five”. She shrugged.

“What?!” I half screamed with wide eyes.

“Why are you yelling?” She giggled, looking totally relaxed.

“I’m just really surprised”.

“What’s there to be surprised about?”. She shrugged again and then hissed in frustration as they were no taxis in sight. “Why are there no taxis on this stupid road? Let me just book a ride”. She pulled her phone out of her bag and opened her bolt app while I stood beside her, staring at her like I was just seeing her for the first time because that’s exactly how I felt right now. I couldn’t help but wonder about other wild things she’d done that I didn’t know about. Right now, I won’t be surprised if she tells me that she has had a threesome. She really shocked me with this sex club story.

“By the way, I never knew you had an ex who looks old enough to be your father”.

She chuckled at my description and swatted my hand playfully. “What do you mean? Chima is not that old. He’s twenty-six”.

“And you’re sixteen”. I reminded her. “That’s a difference of ten years”.

“Small boys don’t interest me, you know. I prefer older guys”.

“I never knew”. I was being totally sincere. I never knew she liked older guys.

“Now, you know. Oh, that should be our ride”. She said as a red Camry pulled up beside us. “C’mon, let’s go. We have a lot of catching up to do”.

We really did.