Reaping Consequences

Chapter Fifteen

Cadence

His fingers glide along my skin in the most delicious way. Every inch of my skin that his fingers touch ignites and all I can think about is getting his clothes off of him. Nothing else matters in my fuzzy state. My mind is only thinking about seeing him buck ass naked.

He pushes my dress down my hips, and I step out of it, keeping only my heels on. His hooded eyes scan over every inch of my body. Taking a step back, he starts to make his way around me, never letting his eyes move from me. I can feel them as they run over every inch of me.

As soon as he stops moving, and just stares at me, I walk over to him and rest my hands on his chest. Our eyes lock, and I can't help but move closer to him. Pretty much the whole way up to this room, our mouths were fused together, and now, we just keep staring at each other.

My fingers start to work the buttons on his dress shirt until I get them all undone. I slide my hands under the fabric of his expensive shirt and move it down his arms until I pull it all the way off of him.

I start in on his pants next, and it doesn't take me nearly as long to get them undone and down his thighs. As they start to fall to his feet, he takes a small step back and kicks them off along with his shoes.

All he is standing in now is a pair of snug black boxer briefs and a cocky grin. I can see the outline of his dick as it presses against the tight material, begging to be released.

Although I saw him naked in the shower earlier, it doesn't change the nerves that are currently running rampage throughout my entire body. Every ounce of me wants to strip him the rest of the way down and sink to my knees to get to explore him a little better, but my better judgment is screaming at me telling me just to say goodnight.

I reach out and slide my fingers under the band on his underwear and run my fingers along his skin. His eyes darken, and he looks down at my hand before looking back at me. I slip my hand down further into his boxer briefs, and my fingers come in contact with his hardness. The soft velvet feel of his skin is all the encouragement I need to continue blindly feeling him up.

He comes closer to me, reaching out and wrapping a hand behind my neck, tangling into my hair. Eyes locked on each other, I can feel the heat in the room turn up a few notches as I continue to stand here with nothing on but the fabulous heels that he bought me tonight.

He didn't know that while I was getting my stuff from the dressing room, I decided to have a little fun and leave my bra and panties just to tease him, but little did I know that we would be right here, right where we are right now.

"Fuck, if I would have known you would have lost your panties in the store, I would have brought you here a long time ago." He uses his other hand to run his fingers gently along my skin as I continue to slide my hand up and down his hard dick.

"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner. I mean, you did have your hands all over me while we were dancing." I smirk at him, and I know that I'm playing with fire. He is going to get me back for my smart-ass comment, but it's the last thing on my mind right now, and I think he secretly digs my smartass-ness.

"I had way too many other things on my mind, but next time I'll be sure to pay better attention to what you are wearing under your clothes." He nips at my jaw, before running his tongue along it. I moan, and his hand glides down my back towards my ass, squeezing one of my ass cheeks.

As soon as I feel his finger slide between my ass cheeks, I gasp, and he claims my mouth with his to silence me. His fingers find their way to my pussy, and it doesn't take him long to see what he does to me.