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His reaction to my move sets my skin on fire
as he reaches down and lightly scratches both of his hands up my
thighs and to the base of my skirt. Shifting his hands, he lowers
himself a little. Being sure not to break our kiss, he slides his
hands up my thighs further taking my skirt with it until he can
firmly grab both of my hips and lift me up in the air causing not
only my breathing to stop. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his
waist resting myself against the bulge in his shorts and causing my
skirt to move up around my waist. I am still pushed up against the
wall and leaning down as I kiss him with my arms wrapped tightly
around his neck. His hands shift back and down to massage my ass
deeply, spreading my cheeks as he pulls outwards. His mouth leaves
mine only to end up on my chest as we grind against each other
feverishly. His hands slide further up my sides taking my skirt
with them. The need I feel right now is overpowering. Throwing my
head back, he takes the opportunity to suck on the nape of my neck
and lightly nip at it which only increases my need of him.

“My god Reece you are so fucking sexy,” he
whispers in my ear before taking my earlobe in his mouth and
sucking lightly.

I can only offer a soft moan as what he is
doing to me is rendering me speechless at the moment.

Shifting myself against the wall causes me
to lower a little against him and feel the large hardon he has as I
push my hips into it. His breath hitches in reaction as I smile
against his lips. “Impressive,” I offer in response.

With my legs still firmly wrapped around his
waist he pushes into me further as my back arches in pleasure. His
hand slides down around my ass and continues up between my legs. I
feel his fingers run along the rim of my black satin and lace
panties and my head drops to his shoulder as I let out a deep moan
of approval. I know he can feel the wetness already soaked through
as he continues to trace up and down them. His forehead is resting
against my shoulder as he continues his exploration taking moments
to kiss and nip at my collarbone.

The more he continues to explore the more I
push into him as if I can’t get close enough. Suddenly, he isn’t
tracing my panties anymore as I feel the warmth of his fingers
running along my folds. I release a moan a lot louder than expected
and his lips find mine absorbing the sound as he continues to run
his fingers along my soaking wet center. His spare hand is braced
under my ass, massaging and pulling at my cheeks spreading me wider
for him.

I want more from him. I need more from him. I
release one hand from around his neck and slide it down his side
until I feel the waistband of his shorts. Lucky for me there’s no
belt and they are loose enough to slide my hand down his hip. His
lips meet mine again with a deep long lasting kiss as his fingers
massage my clit starting the buildup. My hand slips beneath the
band of his boxer briefs gripping tight to his hip and digging my
nails in just as he slips a finger inside me. The penetration is
tight and causes my back to arch and my head to rise upward
breaking our lips apart. My hand wrapped around his neck is
gripping his shoulder tightly as I look down and see his blues
looking back up at me and melt me all over again. As if all time
has slowed, I can feel the slow pull as he exits me only to
re-enter with two fingers. My muscles clench and my nails dig
deeper into this hip and shoulder as I accept his fingers inside
me. A wet but tight squeeze as he pushes in and slowly out. “Oh my
god.” I breathe heavily into his ear.

“You so wet Beautiful, it’s driving me
insane,” he says breathlessly.

He continues his movement and I can feel the
buildup. My hand is still clenching his hip and I release it to
move lower. There is no missing the thick hardness in his shorts as
I wrap my hand around the base. Closing the gap I give a little
squeeze and he moans in return. With my legs still wrapped around
his waist and the way I am positioned against the wall, I am able
to grip him in between my legs, which provides for better movement.
As I continue to slide my hand slowly up and down, I find the
rhythm he responds to. He presses his thumb against my clit and
moves it while he pumps his fingers in and out of me. We find a
rhythm with each other easily. Breathing heavily, I hold my head
next to his face as he lowers his lips to my neck again.

“Come on Beautiful, you know you want to cum
for me.” He breathes into my ear. He’s so right, I haven’t had a
release like this in so, so very long. “Yes, yes please,” I gasp
back.

His movement quickens while the pressure
increases and I continue my stroke. “Is that good, like that?” I
ask a little embarrassed.

“Yes, just like that Beautiful.” His eyes
close and his head tilts back just a bit.

My legs begin to quiver with his movement
the pressure mounting as I clench and release. Unable to focus on
anything other than the way he is making me feel I bury my head in
the crook of his neck, breathing harder as the intensity increases.
Holding myself close to him and moving with his movement I can’t
resist the urge anymore.

“That’s it Beautiful, I can feel you
resisting, cum for me.”

His words set the spark and as I begin to
let out a loud moan his mouth covers mine again absorbing all I can
offer. He doesn’t stop as my body continues to explode over and
over again. My body is sensitive as he continues to pull his
fingers in and out causing me to shiver. I realize my hand is still
wrapped firmly around him and I start stroking up and down again.
Hearing and feeling me cum has left him hard as a rock and I know
it won’t take much for him to blow. As he still moves slowly in and
out, working me back up again, I continue my work on him. Releasing
my death grip on his shoulder I wind my fingers back through his
hair and gently grab hold and pull back. I expose his neck to my
waiting lips and I run my tongue up his neck. I reach his earlobe
and gently suck instantly getting a jerk from him and a pleasurable
moan.

“Your turn now sexy,” I whisper in his ear
which is so unlike me.

“Mmmmmmmmm keep doing what you’re doing
Beautiful and I am good to go,” he mumbles back lost in a
pleasurable state.

Kissing all around his neck and ear is
definitely his weakness as his moaning is a sure sign I’m doing
something right. Keeping pace I can feel his hardness increase
telling me he is ready to cum.

“Mmmmmm you ready?” I ask playfully.

“Oh god yes, don’t stop.”

My hand strokes up and my palm covers the
head of his cock as I move my hand back down twisting slightly and
applying pressure. His body twitches from enjoyment and his fingers
are still slowly sliding in and out of me as well. I focus on him
ready for him to finish.

“Yes, just like that, yes Beautiful, yes,”
he gets louder.

This time my lips cover his to absorb his
excitement just as my hand cups around his tip and I feel the warm
juice when he lets go.

The kiss lasts long after we both have
stopped. It’s passionate, sensual and nothing like I have ever
experienced.

I slide my hand as carefully as I can out of
his shorts and unwrap from his waist as position myself back on two
feet. His hands slide up to my waist and he gently pulls my skirt
back down to its proper position.

He reaches behind himself and grabs a clean
bar rag from the pile on the table and hands it to me which I use
to wipe off my hand. The silence isn’t awkward but just that,
silence. I don’t notice him reaching into one of the lockers and
getting out a new pair of shorts.

“Hmmm should I make the assumption you carry
an extra pair of shorts because this is something you do often with
girls you meet in less than 24 hours?” I ask jokingly.

He doesn’t say anything when he turns to
look at me which makes me uncomfortable. I meant it as a joke but
maybe that’s exactly what he does.

“No Beautiful, this is not a habit at all. I
have an extra pair here from when I was helping with painting a few
weeks back. I brought them to change into after I was done but
never did.”

Buttoning up his shorts he turns and looks
at me. With his gorgeous blues and his amazing smile he leans down
and kisses me softly causing my toes to curl again.

“You are one beautiful woman Reece. I hope
this isn’t the last time we see each other,” he says leaning down
to kiss me again.

“Me either,” is all I could muster to
say.

W
hen I returned to our
table after my encounter with Jon, I hadn’t said anything to him
except asking if he was ready to leave. Brent didn’t ask questions.
He didn’t make comments. He just smiled, stood up and said, “After
you buttercup.” As he showed me the way to the front doors.

“Ok, if you don’t start talking I’m going to
be forced to beat it out of you,” Brent barks sliding into the
passenger seat and shutting the door with more force than needed as
I turn the key and start the car.

Checking my review mirror and throwing my
car in reverse I look behind me while answering, “Talk about what
Brent?” I casually remark, hoping my tone is even enough so he
doesn’t pick up on my nervousness.

“Huh,” he bursts out clearly stating his
frustration. “So, that’s how you’re gonna play it Miller? Act like
NOTHING happened back there, that you weren’t gone for like thirty
fucking minutes when you went to just “pee”. Pretend no one else
noticed Jon left the stage shortly after you went to the bathroom
for a quick break but didn’t come back until you showed up saying
you were ready to go. I’m gonna ignore the fact that you walked out
of the “bathroom” grinning like a fat kid in a candy shop? That’s
how you want to play this? I thought we were tight, had an
understanding.” He finishes shaking his head from side to side
mumbling under his breath.

“What do you want me to say Brent? Is it
that fucking important for you to know everything I do? Seriously,
how bout I just don’t want to fucking talk about it. Ever think of
that? I’m a pretty private person if you haven’t figured it out.
Don’t expect me to fucking tell you my whole damn life. So can we
just drop it?” My frustration came out harsher than I had
intended.

“Nope, Miller you don’t have to tell me
anything about you or your life. If you prefer to have people see
you as a closed off bitch of a hermit, then by all means continue
to give that impression. But look here missy, you can dance around
the facts. You can act like you are ok with no one caring about you
and you can even treat the people that do care about you like ass
if it makes YOU feel better. BUT, you know as well as I do that
like talking to me, you like having someone to hang out with, you
like that I give you shit and you damn well know you like me.
SOOOO, if you want to play this game we can, but you will lose.” He
says with a sweet sarcastic smile on his face and eyes that
challenge me to bring it on.

I couldn’t help but laugh at him. The guy is
six feet at least two hundred thirty pounds and built like a Mac
Truck and is in my car whining and bitching about me not telling
him I just had the most fucking amazing experience of my life. Ok
well he doesn’t know that’s what I’m keeping from him, but he knows
something happened and is acting like a cry baby and I can’t help
but laugh.

“Geez Brent you’re acting like a girl.” I’m
still laughing.

“What the fuck, Miller just get us to this
damn party so I can find a hot chick and dance my ass off.”

“Hot chick? What the hell Brent?”

“Oh come on Miller, I may be gay but I am
NOT blind and still find women hot as hell. Besides you know as
well as I do that girls always want to dance with the hot gay boy,
they think they are safe.” He says wiggling his eyebrows up and
down.

“Holy shit, your bisexual aren’t you!!!!”
Realization hitting me.

His deep brooding laugh fills the car. “Sure
you could say that. I might go for the guys, but I would not throw
a hot ass chick out of my bed.” He winks.

I smile in silence and focus back on the
road. Brent turns up the radio and starts to do some sort of dance
in his seat that only leaves me laughing. This is going to be one
hell of a night if that’s what I have to look at all night
long.

Pulling up to Hunger, I see the valet station and
pull in. This may not be Hollywood but that doesn’t mean a girl
can’t take advantage of not having to park her car and trek all the
way to the club.

“Valet, nice Miller, would hate to have to
walk and risk messing up the clothes looking this good,” he says
motioning down his body. I swear this boy is going to be the death
of me from laughter.

“Ok Mr., when we get in there DON’T YOU DARE
LEAVE ME! You said you were coming for me so don’t go finding some
hot chick to take to the dance floor to show those ridiculous moves
to and leave me standing alone. I am uncomfortable as it is just
going in there. Promise me.” My eyes were begging for some type of
reassurance.