Michael had found us in the game area and, as promised, he delivered our check and refilled our waters.

As we played corn hole I had an eerie sensation of being watched, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized as I scanned the grounds. I refocused my efforts on winning. Another best of three. We were tied going into the third. I shot and swished it through the hole, three points for me. I did a little mini-celebration dance.

“Woot woot!” I chanted as I bounced in a circle then did a little hip thrust to each side. “Uh. Uh.” He laughed out loud at my ridiculousness.

“Nice start,” he smirked at me. “Don’t get too excited just yet.”

Too late for that. I was already excited. I was determined to win again. We battled back and forth. He tossed his and then mine landed right next it. He swished, and I swished. Mine landed square in the center and his knocked mine off. Each turn keeping our scores close. In the end, he had a hanger in the center that I knocked in by accident with my swish.

“Gah!” I cried out. “One more throw, pretty boy. You ready to bring it?” He nodded in response. I couldn’t believe we were tied again. How could we possibly be so equally matched? Baz tossed his bag and it bounced to the edge of the board. I had to get on to tie him or in to win. If I missed, he’d win.

“Don’t blow it.” He breathed into my ear as I was getting ready to throw, his hands found their way around my waist and tugged my body back into his, causing goosebumps to erupt on my flesh.

“No distracting the tosser.” I grumbled, stepping away from him, as I snappily issued the order.

He held his hands up in mock surrender and took a step back, smirking cockily all the while.

I drew my hand back and tossed. I closed my eyes and sent up a silent prayer. When I opened them, I saw mine was exactly where his had been, and his was now on the ground.

“Oh yeah, baby! Damn, it feels good to win.”

He stood there slack jawed in shock. I took my pointer and middle fingers and closed his mouth, then laced my hands around his neck, leaned forward and brushed my lips to his. Instantly his arms came around me, drawing me against his strong body and he kissed me with more intent. When we parted he looked down at me, smiling.

“Good job, precious. I won’t be a poor sport. You won fair and square. What would you like for your win?” He was waiting for my answer.

“Hmmm…” I leaned my head against his chest, listening to the thudding of his heart. I breathed him in for a second, then I raised my eyes to his, before I answered.

“For my win, I want to skip the movie.” I whispered the words and watched him as realization dawned across his face. “I don’t want to wait any longer, Baz. I want you to show me everything I’ve been missing out on.” My hips pressed to his with eagerness, I watched as his pupils dilated and his eyes darkened with desire.

“Are you sure?” He was watching me closely, waiting for my answer. Always looking out for me, even now, when it was so obvious he wanted this as much as I did.

“More sure than I have ever been about anything in my life before.”

He took me by the hand and led me to my shoes. I quickly put them on and followed him to where we had set our drinks. Our check was still waiting for us, and he picked it up and placed a few crisp bills inside the holder.

“Ready?” His upturned hand was held out to me. I took a big gulp of water before reaching out and placing mine in it.

Nervous anticipation flooded my body even though I was ready and I wanted this. I followed him to the car and climbed in when he opened the door for me. He grabbed my seatbelt and leaned over me, fastening it in place. He kissed me softly on the lips on his way back out, then gently closed my door. Heat flooded to my nether regions as I watched him get in the car and start driving.

My body was on high alert, as Ginuwine sang about being a bachelor and looking for someone to ride his pony. I noticed his hands grasp the wheel and flex down on it. I wanted to feel those hands on my body, squeezing my flesh, the way they gripped the wheel. My hand moved to his thigh of its own volition, and I ran my fingers up and down the denim that was wrapped around his taught muscles. He glanced sideways at me as I moved towards his zipper. I watched the way his jaw twitched as the car picked up speed. I moved my seatbelt to the side as I leaned across and grazed his jaw with my lips, then took his lobe in between my teeth, gently biting down then sucking and soothing it with my tongue. A strangled groan caught in his throat.

My eyes were closed as I traced my tongue down the side of his throat, but sprung open quickly when I felt the car stop and heard both the music and engine cease. His head dropped back to the headrest as I realized we were in the parking garage under his penthouse. My hand stroked over the now large, hard bulge in his jeans and he groaned in response, as his hips flexed into my touch.

His hand grasped my own, stopping my motions but held it in place, as his lips urgently met mine. I sighed loudly when his tongue slid against my own. Heat had been slowly building in my core all night, and now, with this kiss, it was blazing. I could feel the wetness pooling there and my hips moved to soothe the ache. Baz unhooked my seatbelt and pulled me across the car so I was straddling him. Well, as much as I could be in the tight space.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against my mouth as he fumbled with the door handle. “I need a bigger vehicle for this.”

The door swung open and if it weren’t for his strong hand anchoring me to his body I would’ve fallen to the pavement.

I pulled back and giggled as I felt my foot hit the concrete next to the car. His mouth followed me back, and he placed open mouth kisses on my neck, biting right in the crease.

“Ohhhh,” I cried out as my eyes drifted shut and I sagged back against the steering wheel. A loud blast of the horn made my eyes fly back open. When I realized it was my fault, I found myself giggling again. He leaned back and chuckled with me, running a hand through his hair and unbuckling his own seatbelt.

“Uh, maybe we should go upstairs?” I could tell from the way it was phrased as a question that he was still giving me a chance to change my mind.

“Yes.” As much as I didn’t want to get off his lap, I knew we couldn’t do what I wanted to in this cramped space. Well, technically we could, but I wasn’t going to argue with him wanting to move someplace more spacious.

He held on to me as I climbed off his lap so I didn’t fall on my ass and stepped out after me. He took my hand and I happily followed him to his private elevator. My heart was pounding as I stood there waiting for the doors to open. Bastian’s thumb moved back and forth over the back of my hand and I bit down on my lip, as I looked up to meet his intense chocolate gaze. The elevator dinged as the doors opened and as soon as they started to close we were on each other, drawn together like magnets, mouths fusing and hands groping. Animalistic noises filled the inside of the metal box as we quickly ascended to his home. Still entwined, we stumbled out as they opened.

His hands made quick work of the button at the top of my halter and flew to the hemline to lift it off. I instantly raised my arms to help. We paused our kiss just long enough for the expensive rose gold fringy scrap of material to be removed and were kissing again before it landed, discarded, in a heap on the floor. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, as my hands made their way under his T and my fingers burned a trail over his taught abs and to the “v” that would lead me to paradise.

“Off,” I murmured as I tugged on the hem of his shirt. He released me and stepped back to toss his shirt to the ground. “Those too,” I pointed to his jeans.

I took a step back, then another, moving to where his couch was located and watched him in the semi-dark room, the only illumination coming from the moon and city lights. I licked my lips as he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped both those and his boxer briefs to the ground, kicking off his shoes and socks as well. He was impressive to behold, each muscle perfectly defined and bunching as he moved. His long length straining towards me.

I gulped in a breath of air as he crossed the distance that separated us. His big hands instantly making their way to my ass and lifting me off the ground. My legs wrapped around him instinctively and my fingers threaded through his hair, as one by one, my shoes fell to the floor. We kissed as he carried me up the steps to his bedroom. There was a lamp that had been left on and it illuminated the spacious room. He broke our kiss as he effortlessly tossed me on top of his king-size bed, pillows cushioned my fall and a fluffy down comforter was beneath me. He followed me down onto the bed, his mouth once again finding my own, his body hard against my soft one.

I was on fire as my hips tipped up to find some sort of relief to the sweet torture I was feeling. His hand made its way between my thighs and I let out a high pitch groan in response. I felt him smile against my mouth as he continued to kiss me, but there was no response I could give, all I could do was feel. He released the button at the top of my jeans and unzipped them. I moaned as his hand found its way inside the denim and under my thong to my now slick flesh, teasing me as he moved his finger up and down my crease.

“You’re so fucking wet.” There was awe in his gravelly voice as he stroked my tender flesh.

“Oh, God, yes. That feels so fucking good.” I threw my head back deeper into the pillows as he expertly worked me over. He kissed his way down my neck, biting lightly as he went. My back arched as my nipples waited for his mouth to make contact. He kissed lower, taking his cue from me.

“Please,” I cried out as I continued to ride his hand, I needed him inside of me. Instead, he started moving in small circles over my clit. My head was thrashing from side to side with impatience. He nosed my lacy bra to the side and his mouth closed over my sensitive peak, sucking, his tongue sliding over the raised flesh then biting down.

“Ohhhh!” I cried out loudly, I had no idea anything could feel quite like this. Tingles spread through my body and instinct took over as I moved faster against him.

“Yesssssssss,” I hissed out as my orgasm crashed over me. “Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh…” lucidity was gone, all I could do was shudder uncontrollably under his expert touch.

When my body started to calm, Baz lifted his head and planted a soft kiss on my lips, then slowly and deliberately, made his way downwards. His lips skimmed over every inch of me as he made his way to the top of my jeans. He placed one hand on each side and he peeled them from my body. I lay before him in the lingerie he sent to me. His hands skimmed up my legs, then back down as he lifted my foot to his mouth and placed a kiss on the sole of it. He slowly worked his way up my calf, then set my foot down on the bed next to his thick thigh. He picked up my other leg and repeated the process, once again setting my leg down on the outside of his other thigh.

My legs were parted and he knelt between them. He pushed them wider as he took me in, the lace barely covering my most intimate bits. His hands traveled up my thighs where he grasped the lace and ripped it from my body. I gasped in surprise.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he growled out, as he tossed the fabric to the side. He was in complete control as he stared down at my now bare cunt. His hands lifted my ass from the bed as he lowered his face to my pussy and inhaled deeply.