I don’t know if I can do that again. Put in so much effort to be disappointed. Sam didn’t break my heart, but our split hurt. I’ve come to realize I broke my own heart by being in a relationship I knew wasn’t going anywhere, but I have this empty feeling. I’m lonely. A one-night stand isn’t the worst idea. Maybe Pam is right, and I need to put myself back out there again. I glance around the room. There’s plenty of sexy men here. The scene isn’t as vulgar as I imagined it to be. Sure, there’s drinking, smoking, dancing, and half naked women all around, but these are simply good people having fun. If Sam could see me right now, he’d shit his pants. He’s a suit and tie guy.
Roane is as anti-Sam as I can get. All the men here are though and there’s a lot of them to choose from but there’s something about Roane that makes me want to see if there could be something between us, even if it’s for one night. I always thought he was going to be my first. He’s sexy and dangerous. Everything I should stay away from and yet I find myself returning his gaze and smiling. The way he’s looking at me, makes me feel wanted. It’s been some time since anyone has awakened that inside me.
“Let’s dance,” my sister shouts in my ear and grabs my hand. She drags me out to the floor where there’s an empty space. I close my eyes and let the music carry me away. Swaying my hips side to side I get lost in the song. I look to see where Pam is and find her in Link’s arms. He’s kissing down her neck and squeezing her ass. I continue to dance alone and shake my booty to Cherry Pie by Warrant.
A firm pair of hands land on my hips and a large body presses into me from behind. “Make an old man happy.” I turn my head up to see Grudge I think is his name. He’s old enough to be my dad but handsome none the less. I nod and keep dancing. He seems harmless enough. I bump my ass up against him figuring I may as well give him a thrill. I came here to have fun tonight. I dance through another song with him then excuse myself back to the bar where Pam is waiting with another drink for me.
I knock it back and when I finish Roane is grabbing me by my hand and leading me back to the floor where it’s gotten a lot more crowded. Closer by Nine Inch Nails is playing. This song simply put oozes sex. The beat makes my body move in ways that should be reserved for behind closed doors. I can’t help myself. I’m feeling good and Roane is hot. He holds me close, knee pressed between my thighs. I grind against him. The beat of the music drums through my veins, pulsing through my blood as it pumps faster. His hands are on me everywhere. Desire burns between us. I want him. There’s a primal attraction that I can’t explain screaming for me to take control and take this man to bed.
Roane is staring at my lips and I wonder if he’s as good a kisser now as he was back then. His gaze is intense. I spin around and press my ass against his crotch and holy shit either he’s got a gun in his pocket or he’s really fucking hard. His hands are rubbing up and down my sides. Lips at my ear, the man’s voice sounds lethal. Dark and gritty. He sings the lyrics that talk about wanting to fuck like an animal. The sensation of his facial hair scraping over my skin mixed with his words has warmth pooling between my thighs. I’m so damn turned on right now.
The music cuts off and the countdown to New Year’s begins. He holds me still, an arm across my chest. His thick hardon pressing into my ass. Roane’s lips move against my neck. God his lips feel good. I count from ten with him. On five he tilts my chin upward and at one his mouth claims mine, searing my soul. Tasting of liquor, his tongue dominates mine. Deep and wet. Hard and slow the man makes love to my mouth with his kiss. It’s a kiss that makes time stand still. The kind of kiss that makes you forget who you are and where you’ve been. When he palms my breast, I return to Earth and pull away absolutely breathless. I’ve never been kissed so erotically in all my life. My knees feel as though they may give out any minute now. I could fuck him right here I’m so aroused.
Roane doesn’t relent or give me any reprieve. Those big hands grab my face and he comes in hot and fast kissing me again with so much fire I might combust. Tongue thrusting deep in my mouth, his hands are on me. The world around us melts away. Right now, I don’t even know my own name. “Upstairs,” the word comes out in a growl that vibrates down my spine as he squeezes my hip, fingers biting into my skin with possession.
“Okay,” I whisper. I think in this moment I’d go anywhere with him if he’d kiss me like that again. He’s a better kisser than I reme
mber. I didn’t think that was possible, but the man has skills.
Chapter 4
Roane
Fuck me, my pulse thrums in my ears as I navigate through the crowd. “Happy New Year,” rings out from different directions, but I don’t stop to return the sentiment. My hand swallows Jules’ as I lead her to the stairway. Feeling like I’m travelling the stairway to Heaven. Electricity shoots through my veins at her delicate touch. Her fingers hook through my belt loops and I keep her close. I feel like she never left. I was consumed by her then and now all I want is to have her. Claim her body and remind her how good we were together.
Viking pats me on the back giving me a smug look as we pass by him. I hear Jules gasp and look down. Wendi is on her knees, lips suctioning Crawl’s dick. His fingers fisted in her hair, yanking hard, fucking the hell out of her mouth. This party tonight has been tame compared to others, but I sense a shift in the energy around us. Clothes are about to come off. Mine are too, but I want Jules all to myself.
“You shocked or turned on?” I question, curious to hear her answer.
“Both,” she responds, honestly.
I make note for the future. Jules has some voyeur in her.
We pass by an open door. East is passed out naked on the bed and hugging a now empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Daisy and Lynn are fighting outside his door. Lynn is screaming at her for fucking her man. I don’t know why Lynn keeps coming back when she knows East is never going to claim her as his Old Lady. Prez will kick both them bitches out if he sees that cat fighting shit, but it’s not my problem. Only thing on my mind is getting Jules under me. The woman has me so damn tore up I am fumbling to unlock the damn door. I don’t know what it is about her, but from the moment I laid eyes on her all I’ve thought about is getting her naked. It was always like that between us though. When we were together no one else existed.
I jerk her through the door once I get it open. I don’t bother with the light. I immediately start removing her clothes. Lifting her shirt over her head, I pause long enough to look at her tits all pretty covered in yellow lace.
Mouth back on those sweet lips, I yank the zipper on her jeans and work on getting them off her between frantic and fevered kisses. She goes for my shirt and it gets caught around my head. I say fuck it and rip the damn thing off.
Laughter erupts in her throat and fuck me it’s the sweetest sound, one I remember well. So damn sugary my damn teeth ache. I drop my jeans and she licks her lips seeing my big cock. I get a handful of her ass, fuck yeah, it’s big and thick. I like that. I like it more than a lot. I squeeze both cheeks. Pulling her flush against me, the head of my cock sliding between her legs. Fuck. She’s already wet. I slide my palms over her hips up under her waistline of her thong, pulling the material tight against her pussy. Lips fused with hers, I walk Jules backwards till we reach the bed.
I shove Jules down gently by her shoulder, moving onto the mattress with her. Rolling back to rest on my calves I stare down at this beautiful woman and send a silent thank you up to Lady Luck for smiling down on me and bringing my girl home to me. Spreading my hands over her torso, I rub up and down her sides, trailing my fingers down her thighs and spreading her legs. Moving my thumb over her pussy, I tease her there mercilessly, while sucking on her neck till her hips are flexing up and her lacey thong is fucking soaked through.
Fingers threaded in my hair she moans one word like it’s her only prayer, “Please.” The whimper that follows after travels straight to my dick, but I’m not going to fuck her just yet. I’m taking my time. Jerking the cups on her bra down, I capture a nipple with my mouth and suck while massaging the other and pinching with enough pressure to bring her pleasure.
Nails scratching down my back, her legs thrash on the sheets. I nip and suck my way down her abdomen till I reach that pretty little pussy. I can smell her arousal and fucking hell if she doesn’t smell like mine. Like she belongs to me and only me. Like she always has. I don’t know what to make of the emotion coming over me. The feeling that’s been in the back of my mind since I saw her walk in the clubhouse looking like she was sent from Heaven just for me. The idea of it is ludicrous, but here I am ready to go down on her. Something I don’t do for the women I fuck. Something I’ve not done since my divorce. I don’t put my mouth where others have been, and I never fuck without a condom. Jules isn’t some random fuck though. Not for me. She’s always held a special place in my heart. I never thought I’d see her again, but here she is. Ready and willing to give it up. To make my fantasy come true.
I slide her thong down her thighs, over her knees, and she kicks the yellow lace free from her ankles. Parting her pussy lips, I bury two fingers inside her and French kiss her clit. I’m rewarded immediately with the erotic sound of her whimpers and pleas. Jules is so damn responsive to me, better than I remember. It’d be easy enough to slide my cock right in that tight, wet heat right now, but I want to test her limits. See how far I can take her to the edge. Her walls clench around me. My dirty girl rides my hand hard.
Removing my fingers, I shove them in her mouth, and she sucks them deep, tasting herself. I bet she’d suck dick like a damn champ the way she’s licking my fingers. We never got that far back in the day. Fisting my cock, I beat it against her sweet cunt, rubbing the head over her clit. Her slender hand wraps around my shaft, and I grin at how eager she is to have me filling her up.
“You want this dick?”
“Fuck me, Roane.” Her fingers stroke me.
“Not yet.” I brush the head against her cunt, sliding through her juices back and forth.
The look she gives me is deadly. I tease at her slit pushing the tip in and drawing back out. Dropping back to my calves, I fist my cock again, stroking my shaft as she stares at me with hungry eyes. “Come suck it,” I demand and like a good girl she crawls toward me.