Cocks & More Cocks

Blah Me

I slapped the sides of my face, "When will you stop fucking around?" I muttered under my breath.

I met Derek at the dance floor, "Wow you're really good at this,"

Who would have ever though that Derek could dance? He pulled me in closer, his hands around my waist he leaned me in. He began to sway me around with him to the music. His skin was covered with tiny sweat droplets, and even though I could smell the alcohol in his breath I couldn't help but wonder what those lips may feel like. The floor was crowded, and people kept bumping into us. His gorgeous eyes sparkled as he looked up towards the flickering lights above the dance floor. For one tiny moment, my skin touching his made me, "What if?"

His gaze was caught by a woman with deep black hair who was making her way towards him. Even though the dancefloor had seemed crowded a minute a go, somehow with every step she took the floor parted a way for her. Her red lipstick complemented her light complexion. He kissed Derek on the cheek and pulled him toward her. She giggled as she whispered in his ear. I smiled politely and turned to the bar.

"I see Katrina made it," Grayson noted, gulping down his drink.

"Katrina?" I shifted my focus to her, "the duck in the tight dress?" I grabbed his drink before he could finish it.

He chuckled licking lip, "Trust me you would look hotter in that dress,"

I turned to him, parting my lips as I placed the glass and took a sip, "who is she?"

"His ex. Honestly I'm surprised she showed up," he signaled me to hand him the drink. He finished what was left and order two doubles.

"Never trust a woman that gets lip injections, or ass injections," he said, "takes the authenticity off a woman,"

I grabbed on to my drink as I saw her approaching the bar. She waved at the bartender and commanded his attention. She leaned so close to his ear that she might as well stick her tongue in, "Shirley temple right up!" he repeated the order back to her.

"With three maraschino cherries," she giggled, crossing her arms to stress out her really tightly pushed up b-cups. My god, the way she said maraschino made me want to choke the living hell out of her.

She looked my way, "You must be, Caroline!" she exclaimed with fake excitement.

I manage to pull the fakest smile back, "Guilty!" I giggled, making Grayson almost spit out his drink. He tried to mask his laugh with a cough.

She tightened her lips together, "I HEARD so much of your good work at his workplace," she covered her lips, "you really knew how to get things done there, I'm sure the Mr. Clark compensated you nicely,"

Bitch.

"Oh My God!" she squealed, "This is so my song!! I have to hit the dance floor! Derek!!" she hollered as she returned with her drink in hand.

"I love this song myself," Grayson added, "want to go dance with me?"

I laughed, "Never"

His eyebrows furrowed, "My apologies, I forgot who I was speaking to. Want to go grind with me?" His devilish grin made me want to hit him so hard.

I pushed him aside, "In your dreams,"

The rest of the night went by likes a flash. I kept shoving more and more drinks. I danced with so many men that I lost track with whom I was dancing at the time. The room spun so fast, and I could feel myself getting dizzy. I tapped on the person closes to me, "Air!" I hollered. My ears were shot, I couldn't hear anything when I managed to open the door. The smell hit me like a bitch, the dumpsters smelled gross. I could hear moaning and groaning. I think I saw Bryan as I tried to distant myself from the dumpsters, he was so comfortably fucking some chick.

I couldn't walk a straight line if I tried, there was a light post at the end of the alley. I was too busy chasing the light to notice I was about to step on to the screen. I felt a strong pull of my wrist; his chest was firm. He smelled like the mahogany car scents at bath and body works. I caressed his face, his stubble beard under my fingertips as I traced it along his jaw. His dark olive skinned made his light brown hazels seem nearly magical. Before I knew it, I pulled him for a kiss. It was slow and cautious at first, but when I pushed him on to the wall, he became fiery and intense. His kisses traced my neck, he let out a warm breath near my ears, making my senses shiver. He was hungry for more, and so was I. I tilted my head upward indulging in his ravishing kisses down my neck and felt the tiny droplets of rain.

"It's raining" I mumbled, I took another look into his light brown fiery hazels and pushed him off, in shock "Grayson!"