Chapter Two

Michelle

It took me forever to persuade Sheridan, to go out with me. It was a Friday night and we were hanging in my favorite club. The music blared and we celebrated the weekend. Cosmos flowed and we danced a few. Sheridan noticed the father of one of her students in here. I was shocked to find out he was our age and wasn’t an older dude, not to mention he was hot as hell.

“He’s the jerk I told you about. The dad of cute little English. The one at the parent-teacher conference.”

“Oh, right.” Apparently, he treated her like crap, even after showing up late for the meeting. He was a total assface. “Boy is he checking you out.”

“I doubt that.”

“Uh, yeah he is.” And he totally was.

Not much later, a sexy hipster with dark hair and dreamy blue eyes that I’d met in here before made his way over to us. He’d been with a group of people the last time though and things never worked out where we could actually chat.

I lusted after him that night and was disappointed it didn’t work out. Tonight he wore low cut jeans that hugged his hips along with a black T-shirt that showed off his hot body, but what I loved best about him were his dark-framed glasses. For some reason I’d always been attracted to men who wore specs.

“Hi, my name’s Oliver Griffith.”

“I’m Michelle McDaniels. We’ve met in here before.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you remembered.”

How could I forget someone like him? Just looking at him made my stomach quiver.

“Of course I remember.”

We got reacquainted with each other talking about our respective jobs. He worked in IT and fit the part, a total sexy geek, enough to make me clench my thighs together. I was completely intrigued by him and wanted to know everything I could. He was sweet, smart, and those damn glasses had me wanting to rip them off and kiss him. His messy dark hair, the way it fell over his brow, had my fingers itching to push it back in place, and a few times he had to ask me the same question twice because I was caught staring at him.

“Would you like to dance?”

“I’d love to,” I answered, very ladylike, when I wanted to say fuck yeah.

Before long, we were wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor, kissing. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He was lean and hard, not bulky like some guys, and my fingers twitched to steal a feel of his skin. I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off, but God help me he was the best thing since Cosmos were invented. The man could kiss—the toe curling, sex tingling, heart-throbbing kind. Drinks kept flowing and not much later, I caught Sheridan’s eye to let her know that Oliver and I were going to Uber it out of there. I wanted to touch every part of him and be indecent about it too.

Oliver

When I walked into the club and saw her, I knew she’d be mine. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I wasn’t supposed to get involved, so they said. The last time I met her here I did my best to avoid her. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. But fate wasn’t on my side. Tonight, there she stood, exactly like she was waiting for me.

Her long black hair gleamed under the lights of the dance floor and I wanted to run out there like an idiot, claiming her as mine. Watching her lithe body move to the rhythm of the music was more than any man should have to bear, and I almost … almost turned and went home. But I didn’t. I was either making the greatest mistake of my life or it would be the best thing I ever did.

When I introduced myself, I wondered if she’d remember. She did. The exotic scent of flowers wafted around me and I realized I needed to pull my shit together or else I would look worse than the ridiculous geek I already I was. I wanted to impress her, not push her away. But she was sweet and acted like she wanted to be with me. Her gray eyes sparkled when she spoke, and her plump pink lips were almost too much to see. If only I could have just a taste, I told myself. But I was a fucking liar. I knew one taste would never be enough.

“Would you like to dance?” What I really wanted to ask her was would you like to fuck? But I knew where that would lead. I’d end up with her high heel jammed up my ass.

She was with her roommate and glanced over to her a time or two. I hated selfish, inconsiderate people, but for once in my life, I wanted this girl to be that way tonight. I wanted Michelle to only care about me.

“I’d love to,” she said. Her eyes shimmered as I reached for her hand.

When we hit the dance floor, all bets were off. I was right about her mouth. Her fucking mouth was more than I’d imagined. She tasted sweet—like the Cosmos she’s been drinking—and I wanted all of her. My restraints flew out the window and my lips and tongue were on and in her as though they were meant to be there. Her hands pulled me close and I knew … I knew she belonged to me.

Michelle

We hopped in the Uber and headed straight on over to his place. He shared a house with his roommate not too far from where I lived in the Brookhaven area of Atlanta.

Our hands were joined the entire way there. I could scarcely take in air, being this close to him. All I could think of were how his kisses made me feel and how I melted into his arms when we danced. I never wanted that feeling to end. Here we were, headed to his house, and my heart pounded in anticipation. Maybe it was the alcohol leading me down this road to lust, but damn did I want this man. There was something about him that was different. He looked at me as though I was the only person on Earth.

The car stopped in front of a cute little bungalow and we got out. Even in my semi-inebriated state, it didn’t slip past me that he was every bit the gentleman. Maybe it was because he wanted to get in my pants, and in all likelihood would, but I paid attention to those kinds of things.

When we got inside, I noticed the details. His home was orderly and well organized. Things were put together nicely. There weren’t any clothes lying around. No beer cans sat on the coffee table, or leftover pizza boxes with day old pizza in them. Everything was so … clean. I was impressed.

“Can I get you something? A glass of wine? A drink?” he asked.

I wanted to say you, but instead, I answered, “How about a water?” I’d already had plenty of alcohol as it was. Best to play it safe.

“Sure thing.”

I followed him into the kitchen and found it to be very clean too. No dirty dishes in the sink, or old food left out. I was starting to like him even more. He fixed us both glasses of ice water and we stood there gazing at each other. Then suddenly I found myself in his arms as he kissed me.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up to slide my hands underneath. My fingers found smooth skin wrapped over taut muscles. I was dying to see what he looked like without his shirt. Only I didn’t want to appear overly aggressive. His hot skin called out to me and my tongue wanted to taste him. What the heck was wrong with me? I’d never had such a potent reaction to a man before. It must be the alcohol. I needed to remember to stay away from those cosmos.

“You’re the first person I saw tonight when I walked into the club,” he said. “Couldn’t tear my eyes off you.”

“Really?”

“You were dancing and you’re more beautiful than anyone I’ve ever seen.” He ran his hand down my hair and then brushed it off my face. “I’ve never seen hair like yours on anyone before. It’s like satin. And your eyes. They sparkle, you know? Come to life when you speak.”

I couldn’t respond as I stared at his sexy as hell mouth. Behind full lips a glimpse of his perfect teeth could be seen. Then he smiled and I nearly died. High cheekbones created amazing shadows beneath, and he had one tiny dimple on his right cheek. My mouth automatically responded in a smile. A long fringe of hair fell forward over his forehead and I pushed my fingers through it, finding it to be soft and thick.

“I have to say I love your glasses.” My throat was thick with desire.

“You do?” he asked, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah. I think they’re super sexy.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“They impart a certain intelligence and I’m attracted to smart guys. You did say you were in IT, right?”

“I did.”

“See, you guys are usually nerdy.”

He ran his tongue over his lips, then said, “I’m a huge nerd.” His dilated pupils began to narrow slightly as I stared at them.

“No, not nerdy at all. You’re hot. Extremely hot.”

“Have you looked at me?”

“I’m staring at you.” Our mouths were only an inch apart and all I wanted was taste his lips. “Kiss me, Oliver.”

“Michelle, I want more than your kisses.”

“Then why don’t you go for it?” The words came out in a whisper.

He took a step back. “This is new. And I want this to be right between us. You know?”

“Yeah, so do I. But I have a feeling it will be.”

And I did. I couldn’t answer why. I just … did. Before we moved to his bedroom, he asked me a couple of things. “Are you sure you won’t have any regrets?” And, “Will you hate me in the morning?”

My response to him was, “I won’t hate you if you don’t run away and no regrets because I want more than your kisses too.”

“There won’t be any running, I can promise you that,” he said.

And boy was I right about my feelings. Only I had Oliver pegged wrong. He may be a nerd in life, but he certainly wasn’t in the bedroom. We did it on the floor. The bed. Against the wall. Oliver was a beast.

“Michelle, close your eyes and do not open them. Bend over the bed and hold on for your life.” This was after I sat on his face, and he’d already fucked me like a rodeo champ.

I didn’t even think to refuse him, because by this time I’d figured out that Oliver not only was smart, he was an expert at knowing how to please me. He jacked up my hips to meet his own and plunged into me, hard. My pussy ached for him already. His voice struck a chord in me. Just the way he spoke had me ready for him again. And that was just plain and simple crazy as hell. I was raw and swollen, but needy too. When he pushed in deep, he hit all my buttons hard, and soft. I panted, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. My toes barely hit the floor as he held me up high, pulling me into his thrusts. Each time he did it, my throbbing nipples scraped the sheets, making them beg for more. I wanted to pinch and tug them only I couldn’t because I needed my hands to hold myself on the bed. My teeth ground together as I strived to reach my climax. I was close … so damn close.

Then he plunged all the way in and pressed against me, staying deep inside me. My clit thrummed, needing attention.

“Please,” I begged. “I need to come.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, like you haven’t done that yet.”

“No, I need more. Now.”

He pulled out and slammed in hard. “Like this?”

“More.”

He reached around me and dipping low to reach my clit. Then he slid into me again as he put pressure on my little bud. “Yes. There. More.”

He rubbed it and pumped into me at a steady pace. But the finger he popped in my back door really was a pleasant surprise. I lowered my chest so my nipples dragged across the bed. And that was exactly what I needed. It set me off while those inner muscles squeezed him, as he got his own. He finally set my feet down and I crawled onto the bed as he went to the bathroom. I imagined he was removing the condom he put on earlier. Then he was back pulling me into the bed properly, and curling behind me, when he started to pinch and tug on my nipples.

“God, I was dying for that when you were inside me.”

“Sorry, I don’t have enough arms.”

“Yeah, I needed an octopus.”

“Maybe we should try some nipple clamps for fun.”

“Maybe so. I’ve never tried them.”

“I haven’t either. But from what I’ve read, they bring pleasure when you remove them. Tomorrow.” He nuzzled my neck and kissed it. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’d like to try all sorts of things with you.”

“I was thinking the same of you. That you’re sexy. And I’m willing to try different things too, as long as it’s not too far out.”

“Hey, Michelle, no regrets, right?”

“None.”

“You’re not going to dart out of here when the sun rises, are you?” he asked, he warm breath fanning my neck.

Not a chance in hell of that.

“I wasn’t planning on it. Why?”

“Because I want to date you. See you again. A lot of agains. That’s why.”

I rolled over to look at him. “I like that idea.” Then I kissed him and snuggled in for some sleep.

The sun came up and we were wrapped together like a taco within a burrito. It was the first time I’d slept with someone like that and didn’t feel weird waking up. Did that mean something or was I over thinking things? Time would tell, I supposed.