Just Friends

Chapter 4

That virgin martini only made me want a real one more. As soon as we were let into the club next door, I headed straight for the bar. Thankfully, there was no "big brother" in sight keeping me from fueling my system with more alcohol.

Sam and I made our way over to the dance floor and the beat of the seductive song pumping through the speakers had us sliding our smooth bodies all over each other again.

My eyes casually scanned the club for potential hook ups from our elevated dance floor.

Spotted. Two o'clock.

Built. Blonde. Tan. Over at the bar laughing with a small group of guys. With a beer in his hand and a sexy smile on his face, he turned and leaned both elbows back on the high top as he scanned the area just as I had.

I looked away and swung my hips to the beat, sliding my hands down my body and hoping to catch his attention as he had mine.

Sam twirled me holding my hand up over my own head and that's when he and I made eye contact. I smiled sweetly and turned back around to Sam.

I'd wait to see if he made a move first.

It wasn't a long wait at all.

As Sam got cozy grinding into some other hunk on the dance floor, I backed away to give them some space.

Right back into my mystery man.

After regaining my balance with the help of one of his bulky arms around my waist, I looked up into his dark brown eyes and realized he was even more attractive up close. He was tall, stacked, and sported a sexy hair style atop his boyishly charming face.

Not my type necessarily, but hell, I wasn't blind and there's no way I'd kick him out of bed. In fact, that's exactly where I wanted him.

"Hey, I'm Zeke. What's your name, beautiful?" His deep voice spoke low in my ear.

I cringed inwardly at being called "beautiful". That was such a douche line, but who the fuck cares when we both knew what we wanted from each other.

"Zeke, I like that name. I'm Eva." I said breathily.

He leaned in closer and his breath against my neck sent tingles straight down to my panties. "You look incredible in that dress and your dancing is driving me absolutely insane."

I looked up at him with doe eyes and laid my hand lightly against his chest. "Should I stop then?"

This had to have been liquor-induced confidence. I mean who was this girl?

"Not at all."

He grabbed my hips and pulled my front flush against his as he began to sway us slowly. When he placed his forehead down against mine, it began to feel way too intimate for my liking. I turned around and started to grind into him. I felt him growl behind me more than I heard it. His thickening cock pressed against my ass.

His hands traveled up and down my sides, briefly grazing the sides of my breasts before sinking all the way down my hips to the rising hem of my dress on my outer thighs.

Before long, Zeke turned me around with his hands on my waist and then pulled me against him, placing one of his tight jean cladded legs between mine. His hands on my middle urged me to ride his thigh.

My panties were pretty soaked by this point, so I'm quite certain I had left a wet spot on his pants.

He leaned down to lick the shell of my ear and whispered gruffly, "Want to go somewhere more private?"

"Mhmm" was the only response I could muster. My sexual frustration had been at an all time high for nearly a year, and the shear heat radiating from my body indicated a possible combustion in the near future if I didn't get off soon. I could have let him take me right there in front of everyone.