AN; Sticking to tradition, he's another sexy dilf. OH! I don't know how the actual night club LIV operates. All i said/ say about it's crowded-ness and such are my imaginative writings at work. Remember they are in the club and Phoebe has issued the ultimate challenge- dancing.
Mr. M gives me an evil smile before wrapping his hand around my waist and leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"Ladies First." He's accepted the challenge and I walk off toward the stairs with him right behind me. I feel my hips swaying more because somehow I know he's looking and appreciating the view of my backside.
I want to dance because 1) I really want to and 2) I need to know if this man has moves.
We make it to the downstairs dance floor and he takes the lead maneuvering through the crowd. Once we're somewhere in the middle Mr. M grabs my waist and pulls me close to him. I like that he doesn't automatically assume that I want to start off twerking. With our bodies pressed together i decide to wrap my arms around his neck. My clutch is in my right hand so only my left has free range, it makes me a little upset but that's the life of a female. Mr. M seems to notice my dilemma so he takes my little clutch and slips it into his vest. The thing is so flat that it almost doesn't appear to be there. With both my hands free I gently slide my hands up Mr. M's muscular chest, he seems to appreciate this and he pulls me closer. I again wrap my arms around his neck but this time one of them is feeling his neck muscles and the other is buried in his thick grey hair. He lowers his head to my neck and starts to nibble on my ear. My head feels decidedly fuzzy from the way our bodies are moving together.
"You should stop that." My body is feeling hot and his hands haven't even left my waist. We are basically grinding on each other and it feels amazing- so naturally I want to stop.
"Why? Does this make you uncomfortable?" He starts to gently suck on my neck underneath my jaw which forces my head up.
"Yesss." It's said as a moan.
"A good uncomfortable or a bad uncomfortable?" He silences my next words as he starts kissing my neck like I did him earlier. I don't know what happened but all of a sudden I get mad.
I pull the back of his head hard and yank it back so that his eyes meet mine. Then I do the unthinkable- I kiss the man on the lips, his very VERY soft lips.
In my head I'm screaming, 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? THIS WAS NOT WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR! STOP SUCKING ON HIS BOTTOM LIP!' But my lips are having a grand ol' time.
Mr. M was shocked at first but he catches on pretty fast, soon we were making out heavy in the middle of the dance floor. His hands are roaming and so are mine. I turn around and slowly wiggle my back against his chest, my hips rocking against his. I can feel his chest rumbling and it turns me on more. I turn back to face him and we're making out again, we stay like this for a couple of songs. Then his hands reach my butt and I swear he was going to lift me up, but instead he breaks the kiss. I wrap my hands behind his head to bring him back but his next words stop me.
"You're drunk." He's right. But he's not.
"I'm tipsy. Not drunk. I've only had a couple of shots." I try for stern but my facial features betray me. I feel this deep need to keep kissing him and to maybe do more.
He doesn't say anything but he leads me off of the dance floor. I don't know if it's the people that keep bumping into me or not, but I really have to concentrate on my walking. Suddenly I look up and we're in front of Ross who's kissing on some girl who honestly looks bored. I'm pretty sure she's only up at our table with Ross because we're on the second floor.
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Sugar Daddy Chronicles
ChickLit(Fee-bee) Phoebe was a part time college student. But that was before HE came into her life, Phoebe was a lot of things before HE popped up. She WAS; a virgin a full-time worker at the hotel near her apartment seemingly always late on her rent a...
