away into the crowd.
And in that split second I feel something. It's raw and bold, and now I can't stop looking at that woman. I don't want to turn away, I want her to look at me again, I want to feel that flash of a rush that ran through my body when our eyes met.
“Dude, Phade, you with me, man?” Waving his hand in front of my face, Stone leans over, forcing me to see him.
“Yeah, what's up?”
“Man, you're so fucked up, I can see it in your eyes.” Holding up two fingers, he starts to move them back and forth. “Follow my fingers.”
Shoving him back, I chuckle. “Get the fuck out of here.” Standing, I adjust my collar and look down at my friend. “I've got a date with that sexy piece of ass over there, you might want to start planning another ride home. The limo's going to be taken tonight.”
Following my gaze, Stone grins. “She's cute, not exactly your type, but cute.”
“Not my type? Since when do I have a type?”
“Since you signed that fucking contract, that's when. All I've seen are big fake tits, dyed hair, and botox. That girl isn't any of those things. She looks like the girl next door, never even used a tampon, condom only kind of girl.” I'm about to speak, but he stops me, holding up his hand. “That's if she's ever actually seen a cock, we don't know.”
“She's gorgeous—naturally beautiful, that's way hotter than plastic. As far as all that other shit, your speculations suck ass.” Stepping down from the VIP area, I run my palms down the front of my shirt and flash a smile at Stone.
“Good luck, but if I had to bet, I'd say you're going to leave with a welt on your cheek.”
“I'm not a betting man, Stone, but that's only because I always win. It ain't betting if you know the end result.” Wriggling my brows, he tips his drink in my direction and takes a long sip.
Moving around the bar, I'm trying to make my way through the mass of people without anyone noticing me. It doesn't work. People are calling my name, men and women, all of them are trying to stop me for a picture and an autograph.
Normally, I'd be more than happy to appease everyone. I'd throw an arm around them and smile. I'd happily sign whatever they hand me. Right now is different, I don't have time for this shit. There's a girl at the bar I need to meet.
It's hard to explain, but there's something brewing deep in my body, something that's forcing my legs forward and making my chest heavy. I haven't gone out of my way to meet a girl in forever, but this woman is silently calling me.
Her jet black hair is pulled back into a tight bun, glistening with blue highlights under the lighting. A sleek black dress hugs her body perfectly. The right amount of cleavage is peeking out from the top of her dress, drawing my eyes down and making my mouth water.
My mind starts to run with images of my tongue licking up the center of her chest and across her nipples. Tasting every inch of her skin, all the flavors from sweet to salty and anything in between.
I want to fuck her tits as she fingers herself and moans my name. I can see it clear as day, her licking the juice off her fingers as she begs me to fuck her. Her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal, the image is perfect in my mind.
I'm fixated on her face, on her full plump lips and soft pink lipstick, that's making her lips glossy and her mouth as fuckable as her pussy. My cock jerks, the blood rushing down to fill my shaft instantly.
The woman twirls the toothpick in her martini, then lifts it to her mouth and slowly slides off an olive with her teeth.
Damn, this girl is coming home with me.
Wrapping her lips over the edge of the glass, my brain instantly wonders what they would look like wrapped around my cock, how soft they would be, how hard she would suck, what my cum would look like decorating her chin.
Our eyes connect and she gives me a shy little smile. Stepping up beside her, I reach my hand out and start to stroke her arm. “Hey, beautiful, want to dance?” I ask, leaning on my elbow and looking out to the dance floor.
Her mouth