It's All Relative(4)
Jessie shouted an order at the straining-to-hear bartender, and stepped back with the boy once she was handed a couple of shots of Jameson. After thanking her, he closed his eyes and tilted the drink back. Jessie smiled as she watched him gulp his drink, and again pictured those wondrous lips all over her body. Her pain and heartache was so far buried under alcohol and tropical eyes that it was like it had never happened. Harmony and April were right; this was exactly what she needed.
Her companion winced as the strong liquid burned through him. Jessie had been drinking hard stuff from the get-go, so it didn’t even faze her now, but apparently he hadn’t gotten there yet. She spent the next several minutes getting him there. When his smile was loose and easy, and his hands casually slipped over her body, Jessie decided to move their foreplay to the dance floor. There, his fingers all over her would be very natural.
With his absorbing eyes glued to her face, Jessie strategically placed one leg between his. Draping her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him flush against her. Running his hands down her back, he pulled her hips into his body, and they began to seamlessly move together. Jessie couldn’t help but notice that being with him felt more natural than any of the boys she’d danced with earlier. As their hips briefly touched while they swayed together, Jessie was reminded of far more intimate actions—actions that she hadn’t done in a while. Her sloppy mind could easily picture doing all sorts of intimate acts with this man.
As other gyrating bodies danced around them, Jessie let herself get lost in his captivating eyes. Running her hands through his dark hair, she brought her face closer to his. He stared down at her, his lips partly open as he softly breathed. Jessie pulled her eyes from that intense gaze, to stare down at those lips—so full, so perfect. She was near enough to feel his light breath against her skin, and she was drunk enough to take it a step further. Letting her earlier fantasy of kissing him fuel her, Jessie shifted their heads until their lips connected.
It was brief, a bare brushing of soft lips against soft lips. Except for the sudden flare of burning heat in her body, it could have been an accident. His hand clenched her hip. Her hand tightened in his hair. This wasn’t something Jessie usually did—making out on a dance floor with a guy whose name she couldn’t even remember—but she had been denied a physical encounter with a man for a while now. And, April had promised her that tonight would be fun. And she was really drunk, and he was really sexy. She didn’t want to be good, didn’t want to play it safe.
Jessie noted his eyes fractionally closing as they continued slowly moving against each other. They weren’t keeping time with the fast, thumping music anymore, but making a beat of their own, perfectly in sync to the rhythm of their bodies. Jessie gasped after the brief contact, and felt the anticipation of another kiss rip through her, igniting her. Her body instantly responded, the fire quickly building to an invigorating boil. She hoped her new friend was feeling it too. Unlike the sleazy older man she’d danced with earlier, she wouldn’t mind feeling some of his hardness grazing her thigh.
When his eyes reopened, Jessie could see the heat of desire in them. Maybe she couldn’t feel his body yet, but she knew he was, at the very least, interested in her. She smiled and brought her lips to his again—tentative, soft, and teasing. Her dance partner didn’t let her leave it at teasing for long though. As she ran her lips over his, he shifted his head and fully enclosed her mouth. The electricity was immediate. One of his hands left her hip to grab her cheek, holding her securely to him, and his soft lips encouraged hers to part as the tip of his tongue slipped inside. Jessie moaned into his mouth as she heavily leaned against him, closing every gap between their already smashed together bodies.
Lightly tugging on a handful of his hair, Jessie shifted his mouth so she could feel all of his tongue sliding against hers. She felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned in approval. She hoped that if he hadn’t wanted her before, he did now. When his hand slinked over her backside, bringing her leg slightly up his hip, she could feel his need for her pressing into her body.
Suddenly eager, she ran her other hand up his shirt and considered ripping it off him. Whoever this man was, he appealed to her, and she clearly appealed to him. Jessie wasn’t one to jump right into a physical relationship, but her fuzzy mind and torn heart just wanted to feel good. And his erection pressing just above her pubic bone felt really good.
Forgetting her earlier idea of not being easy, forgetting that her two best friends were witnessing her very public make out session with a stranger, she broke away from his mouth and ran her lips to his ear. Over the loud music, she panted, “You live close by?” She really hoped he said yes; a long cab ride would probably douse her buzz and change her mind, and her body was screaming for this. She didn’t want to change her mind.
With a movement that had nothing to do with dancing, he pulled her hips into his. In her ear he said back, just as breathily, “Yes. A couple blocks up the street.”
When he returned his mouth to her lips, the hand on her cheek slipped to her breast. If they didn’t change locations soon, Jessie was never going to be able to show her face in this club again; though, this was April’s scene more than hers. She pulled back from him, and his tongue lightly flicked against her lip as they separated. Hissing in a quick breath, she ran a finger down those amazing lips. “Take me there.” Again, she was shocked at her own forwardness, but she was too drunk to care.