WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT ______________________________ “One Mehr shot.” “No, I can’t –“ “Fine. I guess Du owe me a dance then.” Du look and see Kai grinning at you, hand outstretched, ready to pull Du to the dance floor. Du roll your eyes at him before reaching for the shot glass and downing your fifth one for the night. “You really don’t want to dance with me, do you?” he Kommentare before taking his own shot. “It’s not you; it’s me.” “Okay. In my experience, when a girl says something like that, usually she’s trying to blow the guy off gently. If Du want me to leave –“ “No, seriously. It’s me; I can’t dance.” “Of course Du can. That’s just your excuse,” he answers. “Number six?” “I shouldn’t,” Du reply as Du drink the shot. “But clearly Du are. Why come to a club if you’re not going to dance?” Du point to a girl on the dance floor who was currently dancing wildly with a guy. Kai’s mouth forms a silent ‘Ah’ as he perfectly comprehends what Du meant. “Got dragged here?” “Yup. DD.” “But…you’re here about to take your seventh shot. Du realize that’s a whole contradiction in itself, right?” “Yeah, but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity for free drinks from a hot guy.” He smirks; “So, Du think I’m hot. Is this the alcohol oder Du talking?” Honestly, Du aren’t even sure. Du had been sitting Von yourself at the bar when Kai came up to you. At first he asked Du to dance but when Du sagte no, he sat down and started buying Du drinks. Du refused them at first but whether it was out of boredom oder interest in him, Du ultimately accepted them gladly. “A little bit of both,” Du answer, downing the seventh shot. “But you’re still not drunk enough to say yes to me, right?” he chuckles. “Actually,” Du smirk, “I am.” Whatever was in that last shot made Du a little bit braver. Sure, your head hurt and the Musik wasn’t that great but Du suddenly had an urge to feel Kai’s lean body grinding against yours. The alcohol definitely helped throw away your inhibitions because the Weiter thing Du know, you’re grabbing Kai’s hand and leading him to floor. He’s shocked and slightly flustered Von your impulsive behavior but once Du put his hands on your waist and your arsch is against him, he lets his own inhibitions down and begins moving with the music. If Du had known it was going to feel this good, then Du would have agreed to dance with him much, much earlier. The dance floor is so crowded that your bodies are pressed close together. Du can feel his chest rising and falling as Du Bewegen your hips. The Musik is loud and the bass is vibrating every cell in your body but it’s nothing compared to the way he is making Du feel. It was sexy, the way his breath came out in short pants, hot against your war. It was exhilarating, the way his hands roamed your body, touching all of the right places to turn Du on. And it was satisfying, knowing that Du weren’t the only one feeling this way, if his hard cock was any indication. Du press your arsch against him and Du smirk when he lets out a delicious moan. All Du want right now is to hear him make that heavenly sound again…and again…so Du continue to tease him, rolling your hips to the beat of the music. When Du feel his grip tighten on your waist, Du know you’ve tortured him enough. Frankly, Du want exactly what he wants at this point so why delay any longer. Du turn around to face him, looking up into his eyes now filed with lust and want. Du lean vorwärts-, nach vorn and breathe hot air over his lips before capturing them in a searing kiss. Du wickeln, wickeln sie your arms around his neck and pull him closer, if that was even possible. His tongue swipes the bottom of your lip for only a teilt, split Sekunde before plunging in and entering your mouth. Your knees start to weaken as he continues to KISS Du in a sinful way. He notices and pulls away but only to suggest the very idea I in your mind. “Let’s go,” he whispers. Du can only nod as he takes your hand and leads Du up the stairs to the Sekunde floor. He walks through a crowd, disregarding the angry cries of disruption, and heads down a corridor, walls covered in mirrors. He opens the door at the end of the hallway, revealing a private lounge. He pulls Du through and lets go of your hand to shut and lock the door. “This is the VIP suit,” Du say. “We’re not allowed –“ “You’re not allowed but the owner of this club is. And I guess since you’re my guest, it’s okay.” “You own this club?” “Yes but let’s not talk about my business ventures, shall we?” he says, walking up to Du and cupping the wetness between your legs. “I think we both have Mehr important things to deal with at the moment.” This time, he initiates things, Küssen Du passionately while leading Du to the white couch. He’s about to push Du down when Du surprise him Von quickly turning around. He ends up on his back, lying on his elbows as he watches Du pull down your side zipper and strip out of your short mini dress, letting it fall to the floor. He hungrily licks his lips when his eyes take in your breasts. Du smirk and start to climb over him, feline-like, your movements meant to turn him on even more. Du settle over his body, letting your arsch push high up in the air as Du lean down and start sucking his neck. His hands grab your arsch as he enjoys your treatment of his body. Du feel his hands working to unclasp your bra so Du decide to speed things up Von doing it himself. Du throw the flimsy material on the floor and return to Küssen him. “God, you’re so hot,” he breathily says. “I’m just getting started.” Du unbutton his hemd, shirt and KISS every new patch of skin. When his hemd, shirt is off, Du work on removing his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to reveal his erect cock. Du smirk as Du KISS his abs, dipping your tongue into his bellybutton. Du lick the trail of hair right under and follow it to your destination. When he realizes what you’re about to do, he lets out a moan and pushes his hips up to encourage you. Not wasting any Mehr time, Du take him in your mouth. His hands grip your hair tightly as Du lick him again and again. Du start to Bewegen your head, taking him in as deep as Du can. Du hum deep in your throat, letting him know that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. He bucks his hips when the vibrations hit him and he moans from the pleasurable feeling of having your mouth on him. “I’m close,” he pants. He motions for Du to let go but Du keep on sucking him, wanting him to cum in your mouth. He’s about to protest but Du don’t give him the time. All it takes is one Mehr lick for him to come apart, literally. Du schlucken everything that he has to offer, your eyes steady on his face as the ecstasy washes over him. When he calms down, Du pull off with an obscene pop and watch as he attempts to control his breathing. “Damn,” he pants. “I assumed Du enjoy it?” Du ask while pulling down your panties. “What do Du think?” “I think…I’m not done yet.” Du grab on to the base of his cock and stroke, wanting him to get hard again. As soon as he’s ready, Du immediately position your entrance over the head and push down on him. Du throw back your head as Du feel him filling Du up, the stretch a bit painful but just enough that Du wanted to scream out in pleasure. When he was fully inside, Du put your hand on his chest and used him as leverage. Du didn’t hold back at all, riding him as fast as Du could. Du let out a moan as he starts to thrust up, doubling the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. His hands massage your breasts, his fingers tweaking your erect nipples. Du bite your lips together when he hits your sweet spot and Du angle yourself so that he hits that spot every…single…fucking…time. “K-Kai,” Du stutter. “I’m close.” “Cum for me,” he whispers, leaning up to catch your lips. “I want to hear Du scream.” He sits up and puts his hands on your waist, helping Du bounce. You’re sure his hands are gripping hard enough that Du were going to have bruises tomorrow but it didn’t matter. The delicious friction between your bodies triggers an explosion of pleasure as Du orgasm. Du scream his name like a whore, not caring whether oder not anyone besides him could hear you. Du feel him cum again inside of Du and it only makes the experience so much hotter knowing that he’s marked Du twice. A sigh escapes your lips as Du come down from your high. Du collapse against his chest and listen to his heartbeat going just as fast as yours. “You know,” he says, stroking your hair. “I think you’re underestimating yourself.” “Huh?” He smirks; “You tell me Du can’t dance yet we do anyways and Du get me as hard as a rock. Du didn’t say anything about your skills in the bedroom but judging Von this performance, I’d say you’re a perfect ten.” “You’re not too bad yourself,” Du smirk, leaning away from his body. “But I think I need Mehr evidence before I can come to a conclusion.” “Oh, I’ll make Du cum,” he winks, rolling over so that he’s now on top. “No doubt about that.”