Looking to Score(43)

Just when I thought I couldn’t take the motion of his hips combined with his wet tongue on my skin, he spun me around. I bent over slightly so that my ass was nestled right into his cock and moved my hips in fast circles, in time to the music. I heard a small moan escape his lips, and it made me smile. It seemed to go on forever. His hot hands roamed my body as we moved. Whistles could be heard as I lost myself to the sensations of it all. My heart was pounding, and heat traveled up and down my spine at his nearness. I spun around and wrapped my hands around his neck. “I think it’s been two songs.”

“I think you’re going to ruin me,” he replied.

I leaned up and pressed a faint kiss to his mouth. Soft. Warm. Needy. He nipped at my bottom lip playfully while rubbing my sides. The edge of his thumbs brushed my breasts. His hips jolted against me. “Mmm, I think we should go back to my place,” he murmured.

I knew I should have said no. But I couldn’t.

When the song ended, Oakley was slow to let me go and whispered in my ear, “Ready to get out of here?”

I knew the unspoken question. Do you want this? Do you want me?

“Let’s go,” I rasped.

We made our way through the crowd, and he ordered us an Uber, though it was just a short walk. I guess neither of us wanted to waste any time.

The entire car ride, I was choking on the tension and squeezing my thighs shut. We didn’t banter or talk. The only communication between us was the subtle brushes of his skin on mine. Every little touch had me panting. It was like I was under a spell, and both of us weren’t sure if speaking would ruin the moment.

At his apartment, I got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. I knew I had a decision in all of this. I knew that if I marched myself up to his room, there was no escaping where this was headed. Oakley was used to one-night stands. I needed to mentally prepare myself for this to be a one-time thing—a dive into the passion that had been building between us.

“You don’t have to come up. We don’t have to do anything,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me close. “We can sit on the couch and watch a movie. I just want to be with you.”

I hooked my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him closer. “Let’s go upstairs, Problem,” I whispered, taking charge of this. I didn’t have the excuse of being caught up in the moment, but still I wanted Oakley Davis. If just for one night.

His apartment was clean and smelled like his cologne. I briefly wondered if he’d tidied up. Did he know it would come to this? It was a small space with a leather couch and flat screen TV. The apartment was minimalistic in design and had various details sprinkled in that felt like Oakley. A picture of him in his uniform on the side table. A gaming console on the entertainment center.

“Do you want anything to drink? I never got you that water…”

I nodded and made my way over to the large window in his living room to look out over the city. His place didn’t have a spectacular view, but I needed the distraction. I heard him grab some ice and pour me a drink, then walk back over to me. He pressed the cool glass against my neck, making me flinch. “Oops, sorry, was that cold?” he teasingly asked. Oakley then leaned over and licked the chill away with his hot tongue.

I took the glass from his hand and took a steady gulp, with his dark eyes focused on me. My hands were trembling. “You cold?” he asked, noticing the slight tremor in my movements.

“I’m actually kind of hot,” I choked out. Oakley smiled and grabbed the glass from me, setting it on the black coffee table nearby.

“You could always take off your clothes?” Oakley offered, helping me out of my white silk tank top. I immediately wanted to cover my body with my arms. It was an instinctual insecurity. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, kissing my neck. The chill in the air traveled over my skin, making my nipples pebble through the thin lace bra I was wearing.

“I’m, uh, still a little hot,” I said, staring up at the ceiling with him poised in front of me. Oakley chuckled, pulling away from me. I’d expected him to start working at the buttons of my skinny jeans, but instead he went over to the glass of water and took a cube of ice out of it with his fingers before plopping it in his mouth.

I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing when he started kissing my neck again. I gasped at the cold ice mixed with his hot tongue trailing over my skin. He trailed lower, licking at my collarbone and cleavage. Reaching behind my back, Oakley then unclasped my bra, letting the thin material fall to the ground.

“Still hot, Solver?” he asked.

“N-nope,” I stammered. He wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked. Oh holy mother of trash television.

His hands moved lower and lower, unbuttoning my pants as he moaned against my skin. I writhed against him as he worked my jeans over my thighs and off my body. The only thing I was wearing were my pink hip huggers.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” I asked as he peppered kisses on my thighs.

“Because I’m in charge,” he replied. My breath hitched when he sucked on a tender sliver of skin on my inner thigh. My legs started to shake. “Put your hands on the window, Solver.”

I did as he told me, turning around and leaning forward on the glass where anyone could see us. It was still dark in his apartment, but it wouldn’t be difficult for someone to see me. Oakley was on his knees at my back, and I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him grab the fabric of my panties with his sharp teeth and drag them down my legs.