Authors: Sadie Grubor
"What
are –?"
"I'm
doing your make-up," she patted the counter top for me to sit on. So, I
did.
When
Kat finished, Laney arrived armed with the curling iron. She didn't say one
word, instead went straight to work. Once she was finished, they spun me around
to the large bathroom mirror.
I
whistled.
"Why
do we have make-up and wardrobe people, when you guys are capable of this?"
I laughed. Kat and Laney gave each other a fist bump.
"We
are awesomeness," Kat boasted.
"Holy
Hotness!" Serena was leaning into the bathroom, looking me over.
"Why
thank you my dear." I curtsied.
"Don't
look at my girlfriend like that," Kat quipped playfully.
Laughing,
we left for the next location on Laney's birthday to do list. The guys were waiting
down in the lobby for us.
*
* * * *
Jesus
how long does it take to change your damn clothes? Fucking girls!
"How
much longer?" An equally frustrated Jackson was growling into his phone. "Okay,
but hurry your ass up!" He sighed after he hung up. "Fucking women!"
After
a few more minutes I was about to suggest waiting in the bar, but the elevator
alert its arrival. Kat and Serena step off. Quietly I huffed in annoyance.
"Finally!"
Elliott shouted and strolled over, wrapping himself around Serena. "I'm
starving." He pulled her toward the lobby doors.
My
attention pulled away from the embracing couple when they moved and I saw
Laney. Her head bobbled with her chipper walk. Then there was Mia. My lips
parted, completely forgetting how to breathe. I forced myself to regain
composure on the way to the car.
I
had to focus on anything but Mia in that outfit. It was much harder than I
thought it would be because even my brain couldn't get past the thought of her
very long, long legs in those tight black pants, the exposed creamy skin of her
stomach, and the way her dark hair flowed around her practically bare
shoulders. Then that damn black tattoo taunted me with the way it dipped into
the waist of her pants. I needed to adjust the discomfort in my pants. I would
end up doing this a lot tonight.
We
arrived at
Broadway Louis
and migrated to the arcade. I kept an eye on
Mia. The guys in this place were gawking at her and I wanted to gouge their
eyes out. At least Laney had been smart enough to have both sets of security
with us tonight.
At
one point Mia took off her shoes and stood next to Kat on a
Dance Revolution
machine. Their laughter was infectious and I found myself smiling with them. I
could undoubtedly pick out Mia's laugh from anywhere. Becoming so attuned to
her scared me.
"So
are you going to go over there or are you just going to eye stalk her all
night?" Laney was smiling at me while holding a beer up to me. I accepted
it.
"What
are you talking –?"
"Please,"
she put her hand up, "don't even try it." She rolled her eyes and
walked over to Mia.
Once
she was there, she turned and motioned me over. Taking a large drink of my
beer, I walked over. My eyes started at her active feet and slipped up her
legs, over her ass, the smooth concave slope of her lower back. I had to stop
there, before a bathroom trip was necessary.
After
the
Dance Revolution
battle between Kat and Mia was over they tried to
get me to do it, but there was no fucking way I was getting on that machine.
Honestly, Mia could've gotten me on that machine if she had pressed much
further. I was becoming a total pussy where she was concerned. Lucky for me
Xander arrived and they forced him to play instead.
Next
was the Daytona Car Race game, in which we took turns racing each other in
groups of four. The beer and other drinks were well over a normal limit for all
of us. Laney grouped everyone so we could head to her next scheduled
destination.
Club
Boca
was a beach themed dance club in Myrtle Beach. It was definitely not my scene,
but Kat, Serena, and Mia were out on the dance floor so fast you wouldn't have
thought they just arrived.
Sitting
back, I watched from the VIP area. Jackson and Elliott were sitting with me.
Jimmy was out on the floor with the girls completely willing to take all their
crazy moves without thinking twice. More and more drinks arrived. Eventually
shots started and I cut myself off.
Looking
out on the floor, I couldn't help but be drawn to Mia. It was annoying as all
hell, but it was also a comfort at the same time. She was dancing with Xander now.
I fell into a trance with her hips. They moved and her body slid against his.
It was so hot. Licking my lips, I adjusted myself for what felt like the
hundredth time tonight.
Then
the realization of what I was watching clarified in my head. She was
practically fucking Xander with their clothes on.
"He's
gay you know?"
My
head snapped in Jackson's direction.
"Your
face is giving away what you're thinking." He smirked.
I
was about to protest his correct assumption, but a deep scowl spread across his
face. His attention wasn't on me anymore. It was on the dance floor. Glancing
where he was looking, two guys were trying to push their bodies onto Laney. She
looked like she was stuck between them and desperately trying to escape.
Jackson
stood before I could look back at him. I got up and tried to calm him down, but
when I looked back to the floor one guy had moved his unwanted attention to
Mia. This guy pushed Xander off to the side.
Oh
Fuck that!
Both
of us moved with the speed and grace of a jungle cat to the floor. I pulled the
aggressor off Mia and stood between the two.
"What
the fuck dude?" the guy shouted.
Seething
with anger, my fists clenched and my nose flared with hot breaths.
"Christopher,"
Mia called from behind me. "Christopher!"
Looking
down at Mia's face, her hand came to my face.
"It's
okay". She moved her hands to my fists and tried to unclench them with her
fingers. I started to relax.
"Holy
shit! You…You're Christopher fucking Mason!" The asshole got all excited. "From
The Forgotten
."
Annoyed,
I turned back to glare at him. The anger rose again and when it reached my eyes
they burned. He backed up a little.
"I'm
sorry. I didn't know she was your girl. Man…shit…Christ I'm a huge fan." I
was about to lose it again, but there was a tug on my arm. Before I could turn,
Mia was standing in front of me.
"It's
okay, honest mistake." She laughed uncomfortably.
"Oh
wow, you're…" my jaw clenched tighter, "fuck me, you're Mia Ryder!"
He turned his head toward the friend Jackson had removed from Laney. "Dude,
I was fucking dancing with Mia Ryder!" A proud smile spread across his
face.
My
body tensed up. She spun around when she felt my flexed body step forward.
"It's
okay Christopher. Calm down. It's over. Relax." She turned back to the
asshole in front of us.
"It
was a simple mistake. Have a good night."
Wrapping
my arms around her, she leaned back against my chest. She started guiding us
backwards, but this asshole wasn't getting the hint.
"Can
I get a picture with you guys?" He held up his cell. That was it, I lost
it.
"Are
you fucking stupid?" I sneered.
"Maybe
another time," Mia quickly cut me off.
Turning
in my arms to face me, she began pushing me backwards.
"I'm
gonna kill that –" She shoved me harder.
"It's
over Chris." Her hand cupped my face. I looked down into her eyes. "It's
okay. He wasn't going to hurt anyone."
I
scowled.
Is that was this was about? Did she really think that was why I had
come out here?
Her
body pressed against mine and the pulse between us took over. Grabbing her
hand, I pulled her behind me and out the door. The flashes of cameras and
reporter's questions flew out around us. We got in the first available yellow
car. Letting go of her hand, I buried my face in my palms.
"Christopher,
are you okay?" she said in a low tone.
Okay?
Hell no I'm not okay. I'm not okay without you. Why can't you see that? I don't
want anyone else to touch you. I wanted to scream it at her, make her understand.
"Yeah,
I'm fine. I just needed to get out of there. Sorry." I mumbled.
"It's
alright," she shrugged. "I've reached my alcohol limit anyhow,"
she giggled. "But that back there," she motioned over her shoulder, "was
a little sobering."
The
rest of the drive was quiet and soon we arrived to her room door. Before
opening the suite she turned around looking up to me. There was a sway in her
body from the spin and the alcohol.
"Good
night," she lightly slurred. "Unless you are staying here," she
laughed and opened her door.
I
helped her into the room. She pulled off her shoes and tossed them to a corner
of the living room.
"God
that feels so much better!" She moaned like she was in ecstasy. My lower
body twitched from the sound.
My
silence must've bothered her. She turned around and looked at me confused.
"You're
quiet, you know that?" she smiled. Her eyes met mine dead. In two long strides,
I stood before her, silently pleading with her to see how I felt.
Cupping
her neck, I slid my other hand to the small of her back and crushed my lips to
hers, intently and passionately. A voice in the back of my head kept yelling
that she was going to protest and we'd both had too much to drink, but the
pulsing heat between us drowned the voice. When her hands wrapped around my
neck and her fingers laced into my hair the little voice was officially strung-up
and shot.
We
hungrily attacked each other, battling for domination of the other's mouth.
Moving us toward her bedroom, I kicked the door shut behind us. She jumped from
the noise, but didn't remove her lips.
I
fisted her hair, pulling her closer. Her taste was heavenly. It was like
getting a taste of mythological ambrosia of the Gods. I wasn't worthy, but I
couldn't stop. She moaned and I stiffened. She tilted her head back and gasped
for air.
The
tilt allowed my lips to move over her chin and down her throat. Her fingers
gripped onto my shoulders I kissed at the base of her neck. She wasn't pulling
away or rejecting me, she was pulling me closer.
Clothes
were peeled away, I wasn't sure who was undressing whom, nor did I care. With
her back pressed into the mattress, I lay on top of her, me only in my boxers
and her in lace panties and bra.
Kissing
the valley between her breasts, she arched into me and moaned. Taking one mound
in my hand, I massaged. My cock pulsated fervently between her legs, eager to
connect, to feel her.
Pulling
down the strap from her left shoulder, I peeled the lace from over her breast.
Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suckled, licked, and lightly nibbled. Fuck,
she tasted good. And the sounds she made, the feel of her bare skin, and the
smell of her aroused body consumed every one of my senses.
She
moaned again, using her hands to pull my head closer to her.
My
fingers slid over her soft stomach until I reached the lace edge and dipped my
hand under. Slipping one finger over her, she moaned out my name.
The
heat and wetness awakened my primal need. Dipping my index finger inside of
her, she writhed and moaned. That roused me to insert my middle finger
alongside my index. Rhythmically, she moved her hips against my hand.
"Christopher…please,"
she growled the sexiest plea I'd ever heard in my life. It was almost musical. Briefly,
I wondered if she would let me record it.
Urgent
to get the remaining lace from her body, I ripped something in the process.
Shifting
myself around awkwardly, I got my boxers off and positioned myself. Rubbing my
tip against her, we moaned in unison. One lift of her hips toward me and I dove
into heaven.
"Holy
Fuck, Mia!" A shiver ran up my spine.
She
pushed her hips forward against me again. Unable to move, I was about to lose
it in her wet heat.
"Please
Christopher…please…" The mewling was not helping my situation.
Calm
Christopher, don't blow it now. Literally don't blow it, yet.
Slowly
I began thrusting, her legs wrapped around my waist. We were so deeply
connected. I wanted to get lost in her forever. She felt so amazing, too
amazing. Palming the back of her right thigh, I lifted, squeezed, and thrust
harder.
"Oh
god…Chris….Ungh...fuck," she moaned, meeting my movements.
Every
muscle in her body tensed up. Then her heavenly body clenched down on me so
tight there was no stopping my forceful orgasm.