Becky’s swaying body were beckoning him. Her eyes Daring him, to follow her onto the dance floor and take her right there!
He took a swig of his beer, letting the alcohol sear his throat as lust and anger surge through him. Becky’s eyes never his, her mouth parted into a little O as she twisted her hips in a seductive little circle. She was lost in the music, her skirt hiking up as her hands shimmied down her body in a mocking caress.
Becky knew he wanted to. She knew he wanted to touch her body, to caress every curve. He wanted to taste her mouth, to grind her against him. To slide his fingers deep inside her tight wet pussy and make her cum.
Fucking her wasnt the problem, he thought with some dismal disgust, no he was. He was supposed to look after her, protect her. Which is why he was an asshole letting her think there could be so much more between them.
He looked at the dance floor and spat out his beer.Becky wasnt alone anymore. She was joined by others, male and female. Her laughter made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as she met kiss for kiss. Hands were clawing at her, and she was clawing at them, pulling them close to her.
Hunger surged through him, as he watched Becky sway, sandwiched between a circle of women. The blonde had her by the hair, yanking her head back for a kiss. As hands slid up and down her body, easing her dress up over her hips. Sharing another kiss with a brunnette, Becky pushed a redhead down her body, as the blond cupped and kneaded her breasts.
How the hell did the little girl he knew become so sexual, so animalistic, he wondered in disbelief. He was in awe as he watched her open herself to the other woman. The woman held her tight as she lapped at her pussy.
He should have stopped it then, but he would have been one stupid son of bitch to do so. It was every man’s sexual fantasy, and he wasnt going to admit outloud, but he often jacked off to the idea of two women together.
His hand casually covered the bulge in his jeans. His cock was hard and aching under his fly.
Taking another sip of his beer, he stroked his cock as he watched Becky grind herself onto the redhead’s face. The redhead clutched her tight as she lapped at her pussy.
The throbbing in his jeans was becoming painfully tight. He rose.
Enough was enough.
As if sensing his hunger, she opened her eyes and focused on him. He slowly unzipped his jeans, undid his belt. His heart pounded when he saw her eyes widened.
This was what she was waiting for, he thought. He stroked his hand over the bulge in his jeans. He didnt waste time, and strode over. He stood a mere inch from her. He could smell her perfume, her arousal. The heady scent rocked his senses.
The woman between Becky thighs stopped licking her, and turned to him. She barely touched him before he knocked her hands away.
“Get out of here.” he growled. He hauled her off her feet. “You all had your fun, but now its my turn.”
He stripped himself off his jeans, and pulled Becky close. Her soft skin hot and damp from her sexy romp. “All you had to do was sit there and behave yourself” he whispered.
She chuckled and wound her arms around his neck. “I have been behaving myself most of my life.”
He gripped her and hoisted her up. She squealed, in surprise. She locked her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as he guided himself inside her. He brought her down as his first thrust drove hard.
He groaned at how tight she was despite she dripped her cum all over his cock. “Oh fuck, baby.” he sighed. His eyes met hers.”Who are you?” he rasped. “Innocent awkward girl or the woman who put on an amazing sex show”
He watched Becky’s eyes cloud over. “I am both. I want to be your lover.”
He groaned as she rolled her hips. “you know that cant happen.”
“then stop fucking me.”
his hips surged despite her command, illiciting a cry of pleasure from her lips. He carried her to his table, and laid her out on it. Beer bottles rolled, glasses smashed to the floor as he began to fuck her. He pounded into her hard, with his eyes never hers.
“you are mine” he snarled through gritted teeth.
“Stop fucking me.” Becky moaned. “you dont want me as a lover. You just want a fuck toy”
He gripped her hair, “You are mine! I dont want a fuck toy. I want you. You.” he hissed
“then say it.” she clamped a hand on his hip to still his hips.
“Fuck you.” he snarled.
“You are fucking me.” her nails bit into his flank. He growled in pain. “Say it! Say it! Or I will walk out right now, leaving you with blue balls!”
Her angry exclaimation left him bewildered, and he began to laugh. “Blue balls?!!! Honey do I look like a teenager to you?” his forehead fell on hers. “Oh my god, I love how you can make me laugh at such inopportune times!” he kissed her. “I love you. I have always loved you.” to him the words seemed natural to him even though he felt stunned saying them.
“You love me?”
“yes, now can you shut up? You are ruining a perfectly sexy fantasy of mine” he sighed.
Becky giggled. “Oh dear! You must punish me”
His eyes darkened. “We will save that one for another night!”
-hmm fuck yes!