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  With our drinks in hand, he motions for me to follow, leading me to a table at the far end of the club so we have a better chance of hearing each other. I’m terrible at the small talk thing. Like I said, I haven’t been out forever. I close my eyes, take a long sip of my drink, letting the liquid courage run down my throat. I take the cool glass running it over my overheated face, then lick my lips clean. Caleb is staring at me. “You are beautiful, you know that, baby?”

  Yeah right, “How many other girls did you say that to tonight, handsome?”

  He pauses for a moment, “I called one other girl tonight beautiful, but I don’t think my mother counts. As for the baby, no one, ever.”

  Once I feel the alcohol kick in, my words come a little easier. “What do you usually call your women?”

  “Never gave it much thought before. I guess I go with the standard sweetheart.” He says as runs his hands across his jawline.

  “Well, I feel honored for the upgrade in status.”

  “I’m glad you feel that way. You are definitely an upgrade from the usual women here.”

  “Good line, very smooth.” We finish our drinks and he pulls me up to him.

  He smiles, “Well I am saving a few more of those lines for later. Want to hit the floor again or would you like to get out of here? It’s your choice, baby girl.”

  Can I do this? It’s been so long. I know what my original plan was for tonight, but I also know once we leave, there is no turning back. I was having a war in my head. The good girl says, “Stay, you don’t know a thing about this guy.” Party girl says, “Go, get dirty, let’s party. And by party, I mean get laid.” Who do I listen to?

  “Let’s go, I just have to tell my girls.”

  He pulls my back to his front, “Lead the way.” He never breaks contact with my body, the whole way to my friends.

  I find Aly first. I whisper in her ear (more like yell), “I’m outta here. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  She looks behind me asking, “Who’s the stud attached to your back? Are you going to introduce me?”

  “Aly, this is Caleb. Caleb, this is Aly.” I say it quickly because I know what is coming next. Aly will go all protective momma bear on his ass.

  She walks purposely next to Caleb and says, “You take care of my girl. She needs to have fun for once, but you be good to her. If not, you will deal with all us girls. Now go make some noise.”

  “Aly, I promise, I will take the best care of her.” Caleb says and he winks at Aly. She laughs and turns away.

  Caleb

  WHAT I THOUGHT would be a usual night out with my boys is definitely turning out to be better than I expected. I’m twenty-eight years old. Probably getting too old for the club scene. Most of the girls here when they see a good-looking guy, they dance a little harder, let us buy them a drink, even flirt a little. I’m down with the games they play, but I’m not okay with the ones who talk the talk, but in the end just tease. After all, I’m a man with needs. Lately, those needs have been put on the back burner.

  Tonight, I have an itch that needs to be scratched. Time for me to have a little fun—a much needed night out. Music, alcohol and women. I know I won’t have any problems finding someone willing for the evening. Just so you don’t think I am a total man whore, I do not fuck all of them. As long as we both get off in some way, shape, or form, all parties walk away with a smile.

  While sitting at the bar, knocking back a beer with my boys, three girls come up beside us. My eyes immediately start scanning the brunette. She’s a fine piece. Her body is stacked, all hips, tits and ass, like an old time pin up model. Watching her lick her lips causes my dick to jump, letting me know it was still awake.

  When a song she seems to like comes on, she screams, throwing her hands in the air. I take a big sip of my beer to cover my laugh. The girls are unaware that my boys are completely checking them out. Before I know it, Brunette is skimming the crowd, heading back to the dance floor. My eyes follow her the whole time, making sure she is alone, not here with someone.

  My boy, Bentley, hits my shoulder, “Which one you got your eyes on?” Without taking my eyes off her, I stake my claim. He seems happy with my answer, “Good, I didn’t want to flip you for the blonde.”

  It’s my lucky night, Brunette is dancing with a bunch of girls. Bentley’s prospect, however, is now in some guy’s arms. “Sorry man, looks like you’re out of luck.”

  Sitting on the stool, I watch her for a moment. Damn, the woman knows how to shake it. You see, I like women to have something I can grab. And the way her hips move, she had me at half-mast just watching her across the dance floor. Finishing my beer in one gulp, I place the empty bottle on the bar, saying goodnight to my boys. If I’m lucky enough, I won’t see them again until work tomorrow morning. With that, I make my way to the dance floor.

  After a few dances and a drink, I’m ready to get out of here. I know I can convince her to leave with me. Her friend stops me to give me a warning before we head out the front door. And I like the way she is protective of Kat. Grabbing her hips from behind, I pull her close so she could feel my growing excitement on her backside. “You’re mine for tonight. Where we going? It’s your choice.” Kat looks at me with questioning eyes. “Where do you want to go, baby?”

  “There’s a hotel up the way.” All the better, since I don’t bring one nighters to my place. Repeats and clingers need not apply. I am a tag it and bag it guy. The word relationship, not in my vocabulary. Since honesty is the best policy, so my momma says, I will make sure she knows it first and is satisfied in the end.

  I hail a cab for us, not wanting her to have to walk the five blocks in those shoes. I open the door for her to climb in first. I tilt my head at the delicious view of her ass as she slides in. Once Kat’s in, I climb in next to her, telling the cabby where to go and close the door. As the car pulls out into traffic, I slide my hand up and down her thigh. Her skin is smooth as silk. Testing the waters, I slide my hand higher, lightly grazing her panties. The heat that is coming from her has my dick growing excited. She grips the seat, as her head rolls back. Already I can tell this is going to be a stimulating night.

  In no time, we pull up to the hotel. After getting us a room, I lead the way to the elevator. Grabbing her waist, I walk behind her. Keeping her body tight to mine as we enter the elevator. She feels good like this. Her body fits mine perfectly. “Hit floor twenty.” I keep a tight grip on her hips as she bends slightly forward to press the button. Goddamn, her ass is amazing. I hear her moan as I press my hips against her. When she stands back up, I begin to kiss her neck, inhaling her scent. Her hair smells like strawberries, while her body smells like the most delicious chocolate. Who doesn’t love chocolate covered strawberries? Perfume, especially when a woman smells like she showered in that shit, is not something I care for. But this is driving me crazy. “You smell good, baby girl.”

  “Glad you approve.”

  Running my nose over her neck, I inhale her scent again. “I can’t wait to eat every inch of you up.” Teasingly, I run my hands up and down her hips and thighs, while continuing to kiss her neck and ear. From the soft, breathy moans she is making, I can tell she likes this. She bites her lip, trying to keep quiet. I get an even better reaction when I kiss just below her ear. Her moans get slightly louder, driving me crazy. When the bell dings, we make our way to the room. Wanting to be polite, I open the door, letting her enter first. I may be a dick, but my momma taught me how to be a gentleman.

  The room is a suite with a small kitchen, living room and a separate bedroom. Every room was like this. The front desk informed me of this when I asked for a suite. “You want something to drink or eat?” I open the mini bar to see what’s inside. They have both limes and lemon next to the bottles of water. Before grabbing us each a water, I snag the tequila and the limes. I have plans for those items.

  I hand Kat a water, she looks up at me nervously saying, “Thanks. This place is nice. So, what do we do now?” I know what I w
ant to do, but I have to make sure she does too. Dick or not, I don’t push women to do anything they don’t want to. I walk over to the radio, finding a good alt rock station, and make my way back over to her. I reach out so she can grab my hand, pulling her close, moving our bodies to the music. I push her hair out of the way and behind her ear to get a better look at her face. Stunning.

  Her eyes are a dark shade of caramel, with a slightly darker shade around the outside. And don’t even get me started on her lips. Her bottom lip is slightly fuller than the top, it has me wanting another taste again. So, I do, taking her bottom lip between mine, grazing my teeth against her lip lightly. Her breathy moan opens her up, allowing me access to her warm tongue. She tastes like coconut, pineapple and vodka. “You taste good, baby, but I want to taste more of you. If you’re not ready, I can wait. If you are, we head to the bedroom and have some fun. I have two rules though.”

  She squints her eyes at me like I’m going to proposition her with some crazy shit. Not my style. I may like my sex dirty, but I’m not into extra kink. “What do you mean by rules?”

  Between each of my rules, I kiss her throat. “First, one night is all we get. Second, we leave here tomorrow with no regrets.”

  She looks at my lips, understanding what I was saying. Katerina looks in my eyes before saying exactly what I want to hear, “One night is all I’m asking for. It’s all I want. I’ve never done this before. Just so you know.” I pull her roughly to my body. Her words have me straining against my zipper.

  “Come on, let’s get comfortable.” I grab my items once again. Holding my hand, she follows me to the bedroom.

  After I put the tequila shots on the nightstand, I open the curtains letting in the glow from downtown. I want to see every inch of her rockin’ body. I kick off my shoes and socks by the chair in the corner. I make my way to Kat, drop to my knees in front of her. Her shoes have leather straps that wrap around her ankles up her calf. I can’t wait to take them off, and begin unwrapping my present. Her eyes look down at me, as if she’s craving me. I lift her foot to my thigh as I untie the straps. I can’t resist kissing her arches, the woman even has incredible feet. After finishing with the first shoe, I put her foot down, repeating what I just did to the other. As I run my hand up her ankles, I notice she has a tattoo. A tribal butterfly, in tones of blue, black, and white. Sexy as hell. Gently kissing it, I ask, “Got any more tattoos hidden on this gorgeous body?”

  She covers her eyes, as if she is embarrassed. “Yes, one more.”

  I continue running my hands up her legs. When I make it to her upper thighs, I stop, breathing in her scent as I run my nose over her sex. “ Before I get a taste, I want to find this other tattoo. Since I don’t see it on your arms or legs, I’m guessing we need to get you out of this dress before I will see it.” I’m already pretty sure I know where it is.

  As I stand up, I put her hands on my shirt to let her know to take it off. Her fingers graze my abs as she pulls my shirt over my head, causing me to suck in my breath. She tosses the shirt to the floor. Her hands run back down over my chest. “Your turn, Katerina.”

  My fingers travel to the top of her dress, gliding it down her arms, making sure that I trace the curves of her body while removing it. It pools at her feet. She steps out of it, kicking it away. Fuck! What this woman’s body is doing to me. Every man’s fucking wet dream. She is fucking gorgeous standing before me in just her panties and bra. Her tits are full, definitely more than a handful, which is perfect for me.

  I walk behind her, searching for the tattoo I know she has. Dropping to the floor, I kiss the middle of her lower spine. A second butterfly is exactly where I suspected. When I look up, her eyes are shut tight. “Don’t laugh. It was cool at the time. It was my second tattoo, well actually third. But, in my defense, I had plans to add more to this one.”

  Before she continues, I interrupt her, “Third, so I have to search for more?”

  She shakes her head no. “The one on my ankle is a cover up. The original one was my first ever. I saw something on the wall, and got it. Now, I’m just rambling like an idiot. Please continue.” She waves me on. The girl has a sense of humor. I like it.

  Standing up, I walk forward, edging her toward the bed. “It’s cute. All of it, the tattoos and the rambling.” I kiss her lips softly. Kat reaches down to undo the button on my pants. Before she gets them off, I pull a condom or two out of my pocket tossing it on the nightstand, right next to the tequila. She sits on the bed, pulls my jeans down my legs. Wanting this to go faster, I kick them off the rest of the way. I climb up her body so she’s forced to lie down on the bed with her head on the pillow.

  When I straddle her thighs, I study the woman in front of me once again. She’s wearing black lace boyshort panties and a matching see through bra. I run my hands up her hips and over her tight stomach to her luscious tits, palming one in each hand before lightly squeezing her nipples. She lets out a heavy sigh before licking her lips again. Her hands run over my stomach, reaching to my back to pull me down to her lips for a hard kiss.

  Not wanting to get too worked up yet, I break the kiss. “How about a drink, baby?” She licks her lips as I reach over grab the salt, lime and tequila. Taking the lime between my teeth, I place it between her perfect cleavage. I reach for her hand, bringing it to my lips. After licking the spot between her thumb and forefinger, I add some salt to the area. Using both my tongue and teeth, I lick the area clean. When I let her do the same to me, the moment she sucks my hand, a groan releases from my throat. Once I regain focus, I pour some tequila in her mouth. When a small amount escapes, I catch it with my tongue. Damn, she tastes fine. I make my way down her body and gently pour a small amount of tequila in her belly button. She gives me a look of surprise, that’s when I know she never did this before. I drink my shot from her belly button, swirling my tongue inside, not missing a drop. As I kiss my way up her stomach, I pause to retrieve the lime between her breasts and suck. After I toss the lime, Kat grabs my hand, then starts sucking on each finger from base to tips.

  I kneel between her legs and pull her up so she is straddling me. She puts her arms around my neck, slamming her mouth to mine. Fuck yeah. With a flick of my fingers, Kat’s bra is removed and tossed aside. I lean her back onto the bed. Because the first one was so much fun, I’m ready for another shot. I make my way down to pull off her panties. Her pussy looks smooth as silk and just as beautiful as the rest of her. I lick my hand, pouring some salt on it. While I lick the salt off, I drip some tequila just above her pussy lips. I begin to lick it off, slowly. Savoring the taste of her, I push her thighs open more, sucking her into my mouth. She tastes salty, sweet, and like tequila. I run my tongue around her clit in a circle then down to her opening, licking inside her. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  Some men do not enjoy going down on a woman, but I fuckin’ love it. The more she moans her pleasure, the more I enjoy it. Taking two fingers, I retrace the same route as my tongue, squeezing her clit between them, gently at first. With each stroke, I add a little more pressure. The harder I press, the more Kat’s hips start moving in tiny circles. Not wanting her to get off too soon, I stop before making my way to her entrance, sliding one, then a second finger in her dripping pussy. “Fuck, Caleb that feels so good.”

  Most women I have been with just ooh and aah the whole time. Not Kat, she’s got a dirty mouth and I like it. Slowly, I ease my fingers in and out, on the inward stroke I curl them to find that magic spot. Once I do, my fingers tickling that spot. She screams, “Yes, Caleb, right there.”

  With each stroke, I am making sure I rub that spot, every fucking time. “Come for me baby. I want to feel you on my fingers.” When I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I add my mouth to her clit again, sucking and licking.

  Just like that, I feel her muscles tighten as she screams, “YES!” Fuck yeah, and this is just the beginning.

  Katerina

  HOLY SHIT, IS THAT what an orgasm feels like? Sure, I had them before
, but none were that intense. Caleb crawls up my body. I pull him hard to my mouth. On his lips, I can taste myself, mixed with the flavor of the shots he consumed. It’s pretty damn sexy. First, I never received body shots before. While he was drinking the tequila from my body, that was added to my list. I don’t care if it wasn’t there first, it was a definite adventure. Second, no man has ever taken so much time on my body. He had me so worked up, I thought I would have an orgasm just from the way he undressed me. Add in his mouth and fingers. My god, his fingers. The man did not disappoint.

  He reaches over to the nightstand before handing me the condom. I rip it open, slowly rolling it over his thick penis. God, he’s bigger than anyone I’ve seen. To be honest, I never thought a man’s anatomy was sexy. But this man has me thinking I’ve definitely been missing out. He’s long and wide enough that my fingers can’t connect when around him. Definitely above average, but not porn star crazy. I graze my hand over him. Caleb throws his head back and groans. When he looks up, his eyes are glazed over, mirroring my own. “Pull your legs up and around me baby. I need to be in you now.”

  He rubs his shaft up and over my clit gathering my wetness. I feel like I am going to explode already. Slowly, he pushes his way inside and it feels so good. I can feel every ridge of him as he enters me, slowly sliding in all the way in. “God, you are tight and so fucking wet.”

  He gives me a minute to get used to his size then starts to move slowly, rolling his hips. Fuck, he feels incredible. I raise my hips to meet him stroke for stroke, already feeling that sensation building. He senses what I am feeling and changes his tempo. Just when I think, this is it, he slows down. Only to begin again. Everything around me becomes white noise, except for our breathing, moans, and skin slapping together. Both our bodies are covered in sweat, and I can’t take it anymore. “Come for me, baby. I want you to come all over my cock. Now!” My body tightens around him as I explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July. He pumps into me a few more times before screaming, “Holy Fuck.” I feel him pulsing inside me, causing my orgasm to continue.