Heart of Steel: B. Bradshaw

Sixteen: Dancing Shoes

Sweat stuck to Steelys body like a second skin. Bradley's large hands had her hips trapped under his grip as they swayed back and forth to the beat of the music.

Steely's head was thrown back and now rested on his shoulder. He angled his head downwards to whisper the lyrics into her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed with an alcohol induced heat.

Off somewhere in a different corner of the dance floor Natasha and Neil found themselves in a similar position. Out of the corner of her eye Steely could see the happiness etched across their features as they danced to the music

The song was one that Steely would never forget. It was a loud rock song that she loved dearly. Bradley's hands began to wander lower and lower on her body. He slowly stuck his right hand under her dress to swipe his thumb over the front of her lace underwear.

Steely arched her back away from his chest at the contact before spinning around to come face to face with him. His lips were stretched into a dazed smile and he wore the same flushed expression as Steely.

"Don't touch me like that unless you plan to do something," she stood on the tops on her feet and shouted into his ear. The music blaring made it hard for them to hear even with their close proximity.

"Believe me pretty girl, I have so many plans for you."

He smacked her ass hard, the yelp that escaped her mouth only made his smirk grow wider. She leaned forward and attached her lips to the base of his throat, sucking the skin between her teeth quickly before she let it go.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah."

It was Steely's turn to smile up at him. He stared down at her with wide eyes and parted lips when she stuck her finger into the waistband of his pants. She ran her finger along the smooth skin before popping it into her mouth.

Bradley groaned deep in his throat before grabbing her arm with an iron grip to drag her out of the bar. He called an Uber to pick them up then slammed her against the outside wall of the bar.

"You better watch it darling."

"What do you mean?" she batted her eyelashes up at him in fake innocence. Steely wrapped her left leg around his hip and rocked her hips forward to meet the bulge in his pants. Bradley reached down and held her firmly in place.

"Stop."

Luckily for them the Uber arrived and they were on their way to back to his house before they knew it. Bradley stroked his hand up and down Steely's bare thigh. At this point Steely was wound so tight she felt as if one single touch would make her burst.

The tension between the two had been mounting for days and finally it snapped. She could not keep her hands off of him. Once they arrived at his house Bradley paid the driver and they all but ran towards the front door.

She trapped him in a kiss as he frantically fumbled for the key to unlock the door. "Down girl," he made a joke as he broke the kiss and moved towards the door. Steely laughed loudly and gave him the space he needed.

After what felt like years he got the door open and they both rushed inside. "Jump," he told her and she obeyed right before the door swung shut. He walked her down the hall towards his room. Bradley tossed her on the bed and Steely squealed as she hit the mattress.

She bounced right back up and began unzipping her dress. Bradley sucked in a breath as the material fell down to her hips exposing her bare tits.

"Fuck Steel, you are a goddess," he moved to stand in front of her. His pupils were blown wide as he stared at her smooth, golden skin.