Darcy's companion for the night had scampered out of the hotel faster than she could count to ten in her drunken stupor, and all it had taken was a murderous look from the man of her dreams. She meant that quite literally as she wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not.
Her core clenched on its own accord as she stared up at him, separated only by the receptionist's counter between them. She wasn't sure if she should curse it or be thankful that it created some distance between them.
She didn't trust herself to be alone with him.
"Why'd you scare him away?" She regretted asking that question before the words had even passed her lips, but she was still quite tipsy.
His lips turned down in a scowl before he moved out from behind the desk with clear determination etched onto his face. For a second, she suspected that he was going to go for the guy that had just left, but a sigh of relief escaped her when he stood in front of her, leaning forward into her.
Her body flushed at their close proximity and her breath hitched. Her heart slowed down its beating considerably, also.
Even in her drunken state he had such an effect on her. If she was even the slightest bit sober then she would have cowered away at the menacing glare that he directed specifically towards her and the tight clenching of his jaw. Instead, she just reached out and stroked his jaw with her thumb, running it down the sharp edge of it until she got to his bottom lip; applying just enough pressure to part his lips.
Her lips curled up into a sultry smile as his tongue slithered out and gave it a teasing lick, despite his current mood.
Thelonious braced his arms on the desk behind her as he leaned in until their breaths mixed together as one. His voice was low and dangerous as his breath fanned over her ear. His lips curved up into a dangerous smirk as she shivered. He didn't stop her when she splayed her palm against his face before her arms dropped onto his shoulder, looping them around his neck and effectively pulling him closer.
"You refused my offer for coffee for him?" His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. Dropping his arms from the desk, he rested them on her hips as she fell into him, merely giggling in response and tightening her hold on him.
There was no doubt that she would be extremely embarrassed in the morning but for now, she allowed the liquid courage to lead her.
Darcy hummed as indication for him to repeat himself, too distracted by the look of him. He was so close that she couldn't focus on anything else. It was his fault. No one asked him to be so damn irresistible.
He looked down at her with hooded eyes as he did just that.
"I didn't expect to pick up a guy tonight." She admitted honestly, craning her head and stepping up on her tip toes to rest her head in the crook of his neck. Her eyes fluttered shut on their own accord and a satisfied sigh escaped her when he tightened his arms around her.
She couldn't help but feel safe even though technically, he was still a stranger.
He clenched his jaw at her admission, not expecting her to be that truthful. "Where did you meet him?" He asked even though he wasn't too excited to hear the answer.
"At a club."
A pregnant pause passed between them and he feared that she had fallen asleep as her breath had evened out against his skin, but the light pressure of her lips against the base of his neck indicated otherwise. "Did you let him kiss you?" He asked, not completely sure if he wanted to learn the answer.
"No, we were saving that for later."
He wasn't happy about that. The thought of another person, be it man or woman, kissing the woman in his arms didn't settle well with him. "Well, I guess I intervened at the right time then, didn't I?" His words appeared humorous on the surface, but held tones of distaste and bitterness. She caught neither and merely laughed softly at his joke.
Darcy merely pouted and nuzzled her face into his neck, sleepy. "Not really, I really need a release and he would have gotten the job done." She sighed dramatically. "I've just been so wound up lately."
He growled angrily in response and weaved his hand into her hair, enjoying the feel of the silky curls passing through his fingers. They looked almost metallic copper in the dim lighting. "You would have regretted it in the morning." His tone was warning and his touch gentle, a beautiful, stark contrast.
"Probably." One arm tightened around his neck as the other trailed down his chest, enjoying what she felt underneath his shirt. Pure muscle and absolutely no fat. Not something she was used to but something that excited her.
Deeply.
"What are you doing, you vixen?" He asked but made no move to stop her wandering hands. A guttural groan sounded in his throat, so deep and guttural that she felt the vibration resonate from his chest, but her hand dipped lower still. "You're going to regret this too." He closed his eyes as she pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his neck and gently bit the same spot, gently sucking the skin into the warm cavern of her mouth. A shudder ran down his spine as her warm tongue peeked out and joined the party, while her hand intended to start a private party in his jeans.
Darcy unbuttoned and unzipped him quickly and easily, surprising him with her swift movements despite her apparent intoxication. "I'm not going to regret anything about this." He could feel the vixen smiling against his skin as she spoke.
Thelonious cursed himself before he grabbed her hand, stopping it in its movements before it ventured past the band of his boxers. It was difficult to resist, but he didn't want to be something she regretted in the morning.
She pouted against his neck and pulled away to look at him, her lips turned up in a natural pout. "Why'd you stop me?"
He shook his head and attempted to unwrap his arms around her, but stopped when she frowned in protest. "We can't be doing this."
She tilted her head to the side and studied him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Why not?"
He willed himself to be strong. "You're drunk."
"No, I'm sober." She pushed herself away from him to demonstrate just how sober she really was. But when she stumbled in her heels and fell forward into his arms, she giggled and nuzzled her face into his chest. "Okay, maybe I'm a little drunk."
A chuckled passed his lips, the sound of it sending pleasurable tingles all through her body. "Next time," he whispered.
"Is that a promise?" A cheeky smile played on her lips.
He couldn't help but chuckle again before he leaned in and pressed his lips against her forehead. "You have my word." He promised against her skin, his lips lingering there before he braced his hands on her hips and lifted her into the air. The initial intention was to throw her over his shoulder but that became near to impossible when she wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her arms around his neck. Like a baby chimpanzee.
She blinked back at him innocently before resting her head on his shoulder. A yawn escaped her.
It was late. Very late. Too late to be heading home.
"Why the hell is your dress so short? How is this even considered a dress?" He muttered angrily, tugging at the bottom of it so it covered her ass as they waited for the lift. If the lift doors opened now then the person inside would be greeted by the sight of the sexy lace of her black underwear and ample bottom. "And why is it torn at the sides?" He splayed his hands just under her bottom, ignoring the tingles that ignited at the skin on skin contact. With their current position, it was either that or let her hang freely from him like a monkey.
He chose the former option. He got to hold her that way.
"It's not torn, it's a slit." She mumbled against his back. "Plus, I enjoy the breeze."
A groan escaped him as he shifted his weight, adjusting himself before he returned both hands to her. He held her close to him and tucked her head under chin. "You are something else, you vixen." Thelonious had never been as sexually frustrated in his entire life as he was in that one moment.
And the woman hadn't even begun seducing him yet. He dreaded to find out just how alluring she would have been if she was sober.
Already he was kicking himself for turning down her offer, but he knew that her consent wouldn't be valid in her state.
Plus, he didn't want for her to regret him in the morning. He wanted to last for more than just one night. Hundred and thousands of nights, if she would let him.
Luckily, the duo didn't encounter anyone as he exited the lift and headed towards his room where he finally put her down. Though his hand lay firm against her hip as she swayed at the sudden movement. "Sorry," he muttered quietly before unlocking the door and ushering her in.
Locking the door behind him, he watched, amused as she threw off her heels on her way to the large, king size bed in the middle of the room. Though the smile slipped off his face as her fingers gripped the hem of her dress, her back still to him, and pulled it over her head before dropping it by her feet.
"What are you doing?" He gulped, almost scared. Her arms lifted above her head as she stretched, her back naturally arching before she reached down to pull back the covers.
He forced himself to look away.
"Sleeping," she huffed before laying down under the covers and pulling them up to her chin. "Since you won't let us have any fun."
And at that, Thelonious threw his head back and laughed.
The knots in her stomach tightened and she crossed her legs, but it was too late as her core was already dripping and her underwear soaked.
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Layla Knight
14.06.19