He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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It's a few minutes past nine o'clock as Steve and I pull up to the club and hop out of our cars. We stride into the club after giving the bouncer a quick nod.
"Do you know if Cleo is here yet?" Steve pipes up while scanning the room, most likely looking for Natasha.
"No, let's head to the bar and wait." I suggest, making Steve nod his head in agreement. The guy was never one to turn down alcohol.
I make my way to the bar with Steve on my heels. I look up and immediately stop in my tracks, causing him to crash into my back from my abrupt halt.
"Buck, what the he-" Steve stops himself, following my gaze to see what caused me to stop so suddenly.
I'm paralyzed by the sight of long, orange hair. Cleo. I drink her in, not wanting to miss a single detail of her appearance. Her back is facing me, giving me a view of her perfectly shaped ass. Her hourglass figure is clad in satin, the sage green material accentuating her divine curves. My pants tighten at the sight. Her legs are exposed, showing off her fair skin. She has gold heels adorning her tiny feet, displaying her polished toes.
"Ahem." Steve clears his throat, interrupting my ogling. I snap my head to meet his gaze.
"What?" I ask, feigning innocence. Steve cocks his brow at me.
"Why don't you just go talk to her instead of eye fucking her, pal?" Steve teases, slapping my shoulder with a chuckle.
I look back at Cleo and take a deep breath. Why am I acting like this? I'm not usually one to be nervous. I nod and begin walking again, closing the distance between us until I'm standing right behind her. Smells of honey and vanilla waft into my nostrils as she stands with her back to me. She's absolutely intoxicating.
"Doll." I say from behind her. She slowly turns around, her emerald eyes bore into my blue ones before raking down my figure. She takes me in with her eyes before returning them to mine again, causing me to smirk down at her.
"James." her voice is soft, like a melody. I melt at the sound of my name dripping from her lips.
"What is a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.
She lifts her left hand, waving her drink at us. "Finishing this before I join them." she turns her body to point at her friends, causing our eyes to follow in the direction she's gesturing in.
Natasha is dancing with the other girl from last night that I didn't get the name of. There's a man dancing with them, and by the way he's groping the auburn haired girl, I assume they're together. Natasha playfully smacks the girls butt, causing Cleo to burst into a sudden fit of giggles. I look at her, smiling at the angelic sound falling from her lips and the way her eyes squint in amusement.
