Reckless Abandon Ch. 01
Keywords: 01, Ch., Abandon, Reckless,
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She stared for several moments before she pushed away at her desk, capturing the phone and quickly dialing in the number she had used over and over.
"7 o'clock tonight okay?"
The other end howled with laughter before hanging up.
The club was too loud, too smoky and everyone was dressed like a slut. Of course, so was Alice, so she had no right to complain. She inched her hand back to the hem of her skirt, only to have Heather smack her hand away again for the umpteenth time.
"No! Damnit, you have nice legs, so show them off!" she scolded with a scowl.
Alice cast her a murderous look. "This was your skirt, if you can call it that. Not to mention, you're about three inches shorter than me, making this skirt - dun, dun! Three inches shorter on me! It's practically a belt! If I walk too hard or too long, everyone will see exactly what color underwear I'm wearing."
Her friend grinned, dancing slightly to the beat of the techno overhead, watching the swaying sweating bodies with envy over in the center of the club. "That's why I told you not to wear underwear but nooo - 'I'm not comfortable without underwear. What if someone gropes me and finds out?' Honey, at this rate, you'll be lucky to even get groped standing back here in the wallflower section. Then again, you could always shuck those panties and walk long so that everyone can see if you have a shaved pus-"
"If you want to dance, go ahead," Alice rolled her eyes and fidgeted with her skirt again with a glare. "I'm getting another drink."
With a mischievous smile, she disappeared into the mass of dancing people, leaving her alone.
Why was she doing this, she asked herself. Artificial insemination was so much less embarrassing and frankly, the less she knew about her sperm donor, the better her life would be in the end. No custody battles, no face to associate with her child - her mother had told her two things to be careful with in life, because both were permanent. Her career, and who she had kids with. Doing artificial insemination, however, seemed so impersonal. So cold. Every kid deserved some male influence and she didn't want to deny that to her child.
I could always adopt too, she thought to herself, dragging a hand through her hair before pausing, feeling as if someone was watching her.
Green.
That was her first thought as she stared across the very large club room at the man staring at her so frankly. He had brilliant green eyes that seemed to absorb the light all around him, making them glow with an exaggerated intensity. It took her several long minutes to drag her eyes away from his to notice his dark, almost black hair and the rest of him. Everything, much like his eyes, seemed to be exaggerated to something a little extra, especially his body.
She blinked and rubbed at her eyes, almost disbelieving the sight of the handsome man and frowned when her vision cleared. He must have been an apparition to represent her misguided thoughts, because he was gone. She began to debate over her ability to even adopt if she was seeing things, turning to walk the few short steps to the bar and ordering an overpriced water bottle. She moved back to her wallflower spot an instant later and took a deep drink before feeling the weight of someone's stare once more on her.
It was him again damnit!
She glared at him and took another drink, as if daring him to ruin her already "fabulous" night. He disappeared into the throng of people again when a crowd of clubbers passed by in front of her, laughing.
Alice sighed and looked behind her to the wall, hoping for a chair to sit at and finding that all the tall chairs and tables were taken by couples and groups of friends, talking excitedly and drinking. She took another sip and paused, regarding the empty bottle that had cost her almost three dollars for three drinks with a disappointed shake. She grumbled and placed it on a nearby table where two men were making out and deigned herself to maybe just one little dance before she grabbed Heather and reacquainted herself with the chocolate fudge brownie ice cream sitting in the freezer back home, granting her the ability to forget about stalker green eyes.
As she moved to blend herself into the quivering bodies and sweating dancers, she felt it again and looked back before gasping, the sound fading into the music overhead and the excited chatter all around.
Yep. Everything was definitely exaggerated about him. Standing there, surrounded by all the people around, he was half a head to a full head taller. Of course, his body had to make up for that height by also beefing him up to a size that could easily be a lumberjack in those old cartoons she used to watch every Saturday morning. Then again, she was kind of short and everyone looked big to her. From what little skin she could see past his shirt, jeans and jacket, it hinted that it would be a toasty golden brown in the light that wasn't the product of the local tanning salon, but rather, many trips to the sunny beaches around the world. So, from simply looking at him, she deduced jadedly that he goes to the gym a lot, probably is rich enough to go to all those beaches, and judging by the cut and fashionable wear of his jeans, he also can afford to look good.
So why was she so damn attracted right now?
He smiled suddenly at her, a gleam of straight white teeth that stood out brighter against his tan face and approached with a purposeful stride before dragging her close to dance. Her protests died on her lips as she felt his hard body against hers. And when Nine Inch Nails "Closer" began, she knew that if she didn't get the big O right on the dance floor at the mercy of him, something was definitely wrong with her.
You let me violate you...You let me desecrate you...
He held her close, shifting her legs a little wider apart and slipped his hard thigh in-between, lifting his other hand to marvel, to worship her hair as he began to grind his hips to hers with the beat.
He was demanding.
You let me penetrate you... You let me complicate you...
His hand began to massage her back, the backs of her arms as his other moved to the curve of her back, guiding her hips in an erotic sway she didn't know she could do. He shifted slightly and she could feel his hot arousal against her skirt and suddenly, she felt like she was wearing too many clothes, even in her corset and super-mini skirt.
He had to be a player.
I wanna fuck you like an animal...I wanna feel you from the inside...
His hand dipped in-between their bodies and lifted her skirt just a little, not to go straight to her panties, but to feel the inside of her thighs. The back of his hand brushed across the smooth, silky skin and she shivered violently as they continued to dance. He lifted her chin up, stopping her from moving and lowered his head, taking her mouth with his, at first gently tasting her lips before he brushed them open in silent demand, tasting her with his tongue.
He probably slept around a lot.
I wanna fuck you like an animal...My whole existence is flawed...
He hitched up her skirt higher and brushed his nails against where her hips met her thighs, the thin skin feeling every movement as he tasted her deeply, nipping at her lips and inviting her to taste him as well. Too far gone now to care about kissing an absolute stranger, she wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, if only to help her gain better access to his lips and kissed him passionately, licking his lips and tasting the inside of his mouth, fighting his tongue to better explore his devilish mouth as she rubbed against him, needful and hungry for more.
He was full of himself.
I drink the honey, inside your hive...You are the reason I stay alive...
Finally, he slipped a hand inside her panties and touched her, right there and brushed against it idly as they completely stopped dancing in the middle of the dance floor, groping mindlessly at each other in an attempt to gain dominance. He broke from her lips to kiss her jaw, nip at her ears and blow his hot breath against her feverish skin.
"I live down the block."
He dipped his finger inside her.
She couldn't say no.
Not to the demands, not to being a player, not to him sleeping around a lot, not even to the arrogance.
She couldn't say no.
"Okay."
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Keywords: 01, Ch., Abandon, Reckless,