no matter what decision your heart makes, I will be waiting for you...

Part 23

"had fun?" Tom asks me, still sitting on the couch with his eyes fixed on his drink between two fingers. Exhausted, I look at him, breathing in deeply with a nod and a smile on my lips.
"And you? Are you having fun right now?" I ask him as well. His not exactly impressed face looks up, eyes directly into mine.
"I mean... sure, watching my best friend's little sister and my business partner dance together, what could be better eh?" He replies with a brief smirk/laugh, but then looks down at his drink again.
"What shall I say, John is a really cool guy" I say, making Tom looking up, giving me a kind of slightly annoyed look but I can't quite make it out. But it is true. John is cool, I just still don't understand what his business has to do with Tom's when John builds clubs and Tom builds golf courses... totally different things in my opinion.
"hey why a-" But I am immediately interrupted by the drunken John who makes his way back to us with 2 new drinks in his hands. The straw of one drink already in his mouth as he drinks and suddenly stops in front of us.
"Jo Tom! That hot chick is checking you out all the time. What do you think?" He asks, pointing with the drink in his hand to a blonde chick about 5'7 (1.70) . She looks at Tom with a smirk, which makes me immediately angry. Not that I have the right to get angry. But the way she looks at Tom... Like she's already eye fucking him. My gaze wanders to Tom, wanting to know his answer.
"Not today man..." He replies, then looks at the blonde for a second longer, making the blood in me boil.
"I want to dance, so come on!" I say. Before he can check out that chick for a second longer I stand up, take his hand and drag him onto the dance floor. The way he sometimes looks at a thousand times prettier girls makes me feel insecure. Insecure about my body. All those girls with their perfect noses, perfect lips and perfect bodies... That shouldn't interest me at all, but it still does.
Like a puppy tom followed me onto the dance floor, looking straight at me as I turned to him. For a moment I had the feeling that everything around us disappeared, as if someone had turned off the music, the people were gone and only Tom and I were standing opposite each other. His eyes fixed on mine and even though it was only a millisecond of eye contact, it lasted as if it had been an eternity. A beautiful eternity.

When the music blasted loudly in my ears again, the eye contact broke away and I began to swing my hips to the beat of the music. Tom put his hands on my hips helping my hip swings, my back pressed against his muscular chest, his hot breath hitting my neck and if it was any stranger I would feel uncomfortable but with tom it was different. I eventually leaned my head back on his shoulder as the alcohol began to hit me and his hands slid up my sides, over the thin fabric of my dress. I needed him, and I wanted him. Now.
"Tom..." I moaned softly into his ear which was still leaning down towards me. His lips were already kissing my sweet spot on the neck.
"Do you want to go home beautiful?" He immediately understood what I wanted. I just managed to nod. His lips gave me one last mark on my neck before he roughly took my hand and dragged me out of the club without even looking for John to let him know we were gone. But he wouldn't understand that anyway, as drunk as he already is.
We got into the first taxi (like two teenagers in love) that was waiting in front of the club. Tom roughly gave the driver our address, but then turned his attention to me. Kissing me roughly. His lips pressed mine back, his tongue sucked hard on mine, while his hands gripped my hips tightly, probably leaving little marks, but it felt too good to stop him. The partition between the taxi driver and us had long since gone up, as it always does in a taxi. When his hand reached between my dress and landed on my thigh, I let out a little moan.
"Tom... shit" He was already driving me crazy, and we weren't even home yet. His lips kissed their way down to my neck, sucking, and biting the smooth skin of my shoulder. So much pleasure ran through my veins, I could hardly think straight. The alcohol just like Tom's lips took me to heaven. I'd be lying if I said I couldn't have taken him in the car, but luckily the taxi stopped in front of our building 10 minutes later. I got out immediately, the cold wind directly hitting my damp neck where Tom had just kissed me, sending shivers down my spine. Tom who got out as well, wasted no time in handing the taxi driver a 50 dollar note and slamming the door. His hungry eyes turned around, giving me all his attention again. I looked at him, grinning. With heavy steps he came towards me and before I knew it he grabbed my hand, not too firmly, still carefully with softness, pulling me into our building. He pressed the button of the lift, turned to me and looked at my lips. His gaze softened, no longer as hard as before, but a small smile was still on his lips. He knew it was me and not some chick and that was a fact which made him proud. The lift doors opened and with his hand still in mine he pulled me into it. The button on our flat lit up when he pressed it and our lift doors closed again. His head, which had just been focused on the buttons, now turned to me, looking into my eyes with a certain difference, as if he is asking if he could kiss me. But I didn't throw away a second not to kiss him. On the tip of my toes I tried to make myself taller, pressing my lips against his with need. The smacking of our lips filled the small lift and small moans left each other's mouths. My back slammed against the wall of the lift as Tom pushed me backwards. He leaned his arm against the wall right above my head, giving him a better hold to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth as the lift doors opened and an old couple stood in front of the doors. I dropped the collar of Tom's black shirt, bent my head a little to the side to look past Tom's shoulder and at the old couple. They stared at us in shock, mouths wide open. But I wasn't too embarrassed. In a case like this, you just have to play normal.
"Hello" I smiled nicely at them both, gently took Tom's hand and pulled him out of the lift behind me. He nodded to the old couple with a smile. Closed the couple's mouths and muttered a shrill 'Hello...' back. As soon as we were far enough away from the lift and therefore almost at our flat door, I started to giggle. And so did Tom, who was not embarrassed either, but on the contrary found the couple's shocked faces very funny.
"All right, all right, all right" he said finishing laughing and unlocking the door. His head peeked in through the small crack of the flat door, looking for Harrison, who should be with his girlfriend right now. But the flat was black, giving him the sign that Harrison was gone. He opened the door all the way, let me in and closed the door by pressing me hard against it with a kiss. His hand grabbed my thighs as a sign for me to jump, which I did. He lifted me up, still kissing. My legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. He grabs my ass, makes me moan into his mouth. I feel a proud grin on his lips as he carries me into his room. With one hand on my lower back and one hand on my ass, he lowers me onto his fresh black covered bed. I run my fingers over his lips as he hovers above me, supporting himself with one hand to the right and left of my head. Instead of getting straight to the point like I thought he would, he looks deeply at me again, his heavy alcoholic breath hitting my face. He starts to undo the bow of my dress, then slowly pulls it down to my ankles, exposing me in my underwear in front of him. He looks up at me, his gaze much softer than 20 minutes earlier in the taxi. Coming up again, he this time places gentle kisses on my neck up to my jaw, makes my breath catch in my throat and my eyes roll back. He slides his fingers under my back, unclasps my bra. My fingers run over the expensive fabric of his shirt, undoing one button after the other as he watches with dark eyes and deep breathes. I take off his shirt letting him hover above me, shirtless. Next I undid his belt, let him look up at me, but only for a millisecond until he was focused on my hands again. he helped me pull down his trousers, both of us now only in our underpants. When he bent down once more and stuck his tongue in my mouth I could feel his hard-on between my legs. This is the first time I've really felt his dick. But it feels great. Of course I had felt something like this before, but not from Tom. And to say that Tom's dick feels the best so far would be an understatement. He moves up a little, stops kissing me, makes me whimper immediately. I need his touch, his desire. He plays with the waist band of my panties, slowly takes them off, leaving me naked on the bed. For a moment he looks at my body with admiration. As if he had never seen a naked girl before. He takes a condom out of his bedside table, making me wonder why he has any in there at all. But that is not the most important thing right now. He tears it open with his teeth and his right hand. His veins are already popping out, making him look hot. He pulls down his pants and lets his boner pop out, which catches my gaze and makes my eyes widen at his size. He smirks and rolls it up but then looks me in the eyes again.
"Are you sure you want to? We don't have to do this if you-" he wants to make sure again but I interrupt him by leaning up and kissing him passionately. I pull away from the kiss, looking deep into his dark eyes as my forehead rests against his.
"Please...." I whisper, and with that he pushes me off him, pins my hands above my head and rams into me full force.

~Sorry for the spelling mistakes, I didn't have time to reread it. I hope this part is a bit more exciting than the previous ones.~