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Evan
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I walked further into the bar and immediately, my eyes found her. Her jeans hugged her firm ass, and her bare shoulders were covered by her cascading red hair. Sweat glistened down her body as she danced alone to the music, her body fluid and rhythmic. She was perfect.
I glided around the people, came up behind her and pressed my body against her back. She tensed at first, but as she glanced back at me, and her eyes met mine, she slowly smiled. Her eyes lit up with eagerness and desire. As she softened and her body melted against mine, Avery laid her head against my shoulder and closed her eyes.
Our bodies moved with the sultry voice of Amy Winehouse’s “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow.” My entire body tingled, anticipating each sway of her hips, each moan from her mouth. My body ached for something more, though, so I let my hands roam the length of her. I started at her neck, caressing the pale smooth skin. It was slightly slick, and I had to fight the urge to lick the taunting length of her neck. As my hands drifted to her shoulders, she moaned against my ear, bringing my cock to life. It pressed against her tight jeans, directly against the crease of her ass. Her eyes opened and met mine, hunger and lust dilating her pupils.
Taking that as an invitation to continue, my hands stroked the length of her, finding their way to her side. I felt the beauty of her subtle curves. They were just enough for me to grab on to. Just enough for me to hold and toss her up against the wall. I’d have her pinned exactly where I wanted her, where I could fully look at her, touch her, become a part of her. I took her ass in my hands and she arched her back, closing her eyes. Heat radiated from her center and my already hard cock twitched. Jesus, Avery. This was a much different side to Avery than earlier. I wondered how much she’d had to drink. I focused on her lips as she turned herself around to face me and I pictured her screaming my name, her pink lips forming a perfect O shape as I made her come.
Her face was only inches from mine and our noses touched. We danced like this for what seemed like hours. Our hands roamed, but we never once took our eyes off one another. When the music ended, our bodies parted unwillingly, and the need to continue our dance ignited within me.
She sat down at the table her eyes still wild with lust.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, sitting down next to her. I pushed my chair closer, placing my arm around the back of hers.
“Yes, Guinness. The biggest one they have.” She took the napkin off the table and started dabbing away at the sweat. She got to her chest and opened up the front of her top, her pale pink strapless bra showing underneath. I gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from burying my face between those two luscious breasts.
She was clearly drunk, and I didn’t want to take advantage of her, but her defenses were down, her overthinking brain less obsessive. Every time she smiled, every time she brushed up against me, our connection sparked to life. It was an attraction that burned so deep it threatened to overwhelm me. I had to bury those feelings. Not because I didn’t want her, but I wouldn’t take advantage of her in her drunken state. I was horny, but I had morals, after all.
I went and got the drinks, two Guinnesses. Avery was badass. No fruity drinks with frilly little umbrellas. Oh no, she was hell on wheels, a firecracker. And I wanted her, bad. It wasn’t just sexually either. Yeah sure, I wanted to bury myself inside her, but I also knew I’d met my match with her. She was no nonsense and straight to the point. She didn’t fall for anyone’s shit. I admired that in a person, and I loved that in a woman.
When I brought the drinks back, she took long sips. She slammed the glass on the table and leaned back into the chair, her eyes drifting closed.
“Where are your friends, Avery?” I asked. She needed to go home. She was done.
“They left. I stayed.” She leaned closer to me. “I knew you’d come.” She smiled. She put her hand on my knee and moved it up my thigh. I wanted her to move it up just a little further and feel how much I wanted her. My eyes looked over the table filled with empty bottles.
“Okay, let me take you home.” I took her clutch from the table. Damn, it was heavy. “Let’s go, Avery.” I put out my hand for her. She opened her eyes, and looked at me thoughtfully.
“I love the way you say my name... Avery.” She mimicked my accent, and I busted out a laugh. “You have the best accent.” She took my hand, and I pulled her close to me.
“I don’t have an accent, baby. You do.”
She smiled at me, and her eyes wandered over my face. “You’re so handsome.” She reached out to feel the stubble on my face. It was a curse really. I could shave first thing in the morning and by the afternoon, my beard was already growing back. The way Avery touched it though made me thankful I didn’t shave.
“Come on, Avery. It’s time to go. You’ve had a lot to drink.”
“So what if I’m drunk? This is the only time I can just be. No worries. Nothing to organize. No one to save, and no thinking about the what ifs.” She pressed her breasts against my chest and it was back. My hard-on pressed against her stomach.
“You want this too, Evan. I can feel it.” She moved her hand down to my pants, grabbing my cock with it. I fought back a moan and smiled to myself realizing she called me by my first name.
“I do, Avery. You don’t know how much, but not when you’re drunk. I want you alert, and fully aware when I’m making love to you.” Her eyes opened wide as I gently took her hand away, and held it in mine. “Come on. Let’s go,” I said.
I took her outside, and the clatter of her heels sounded against the pavement. When we were outside of my car, she stopped. She caressed the side of the hood, her eyes wandering over the body of the car with almost as much lust as she’d had earlier in the bar when she’d given me the once-over.
“She’s beautiful.” Excitement filled her eyes.
My cock hardened again as images of me fucking her over the hood of my car entered my thoughts. I could imagine her red hair covering her body and her perky ass smacking against the hood.
“Thanks,” I managed to get out. I opened the car door for her and she gracefully sat down.
“I’m at the Extended Stay. The one off Main,” she said as I settled in as well. She placed her head back against the seat, and I was almost jealous of my car.
“Got it.”
We rode in silence, but I couldn’t help but steal glances of her as she lay back with her eyes closed. In my perusal, I realized her face was heart shaped. Her hands were delicate. Her fingernails were perfectly manicured.
“My car!” she said, all of a sudden bolting up from her seat. “I can’t leave him down there. Someone will definitely vandalize him.” Her eyes were frantic, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I placed my hand on her knee.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get an officer to drive it to your hotel.”
“Thank you.” She breathed out in relief as she fell back into the seat.
When we arrived at her place, she invited me up. I watched as she opened her clutch and pulled out her weapon before wandering off to the bedroom. That’s why it was so heavy. I smiled to myself. Always prepared.
“Madison’s staying with Scott tonight, so if you want to stay, you can.” She raised her voice from the bedroom, so I could hear her. She poked her head around the corner. “I could make up the couch.”
“That’d be great.” I glanced at my phone, it blaring 2:00 a.m. Sending a quick text to an officer on duty I knew, I asked him to come grab Avery’s car keys before bringing the car back to the hotel.
I sat on the couch and a few minutes later, she came out with sheets and a blanket in hand, and dressed for bed. She had on a long T-shirt that ended just above the knees. She wore no bra, and I could see her nipples poking through the fabric. Even dressed in a T-shirt, she drove me wild.
I jumped off the couch and helped her make it up.
“Thanks for bringing me home, Evan.” She folded the blanket, leaving it on the end of the couch for me.
“Hey, anytime. Thanks for the dance.” I winked at her. Smiling, she headed off to her bedroom. With a click of her door, I knew it was lights out. I ran downstairs quickly when I received the message that Officer Perry was here to take the keys. As I made my way back to her apartment, I opened the door silently. A part of me hoped she would be sitting on the newly made-up couch, naked and waiting for me to take her. But it was empty. I reprimanded myself for the thoughts. She was drunk and I could wait. I could wait until she was alert and fully capable of making the decision to let me inside her. And when that day came, it would be explosive.
After taking off my shoes, shirt and pants, I lay down on top of the sheets in my boxer briefs. Sexual need still flowed through me. Goddammit, why did I have to have morals? I rolled over as my balls screamed for release. Nothing like trying to fall asleep with thoughts of Avery Grant running through my mind. She was the star of my wet dreams and the current reason for my blue balls.
