My best friend's brother...a steamy shorty story!
*Contains explicit sexual content. Only for readers 18+.
Bartenders in black and silver bras skillfully poured their shaken elixirs into cocktail glasses all the while popping caps off of beers. Above hung several crystal chandeliers that were mini replicas of the extravagant one outside, some the same linear, waterfall style while others formed half circles and even diamond shapes. Framing the room were two levels of bottle service booths, contemporary lucite railings separating the dance area from them. Guys in tailored suits sipped on their vodka cranberry’s as they surveyed the crowds below with scrutinizing eyes, most likely picking out the girls they were going to invite over to join them.
As we moved our bodies closer together, our chests and hips now pushing up against one another’s, I glanced up at Dorian and was thoroughly mesmerized. His full lips left me imagining what they would feel like on mine, his bottom lip especially all but begging to be nibbled on. I tangled my hand in his dark, thick hair, twirling it around my finger. At this, he threw me a playful grin, though his hazel eyes were all but smoldering. It’s as if he knew how desperately I wanted him. And yes, I wanted him. I wanted all of him. To feel his bare skin on mine, to hear him moan in pleasure as our bodies moved in rhythmic unison together.
Suddenly, his fingers firmly cupped my chin as he tilted my face up towards him. Before I could register what was happening, his lips took mine in the deepest, most head spinning kiss I had ever had. As his mouth crashed down on mine, I kissed him back with just as much raw passion. It’s as if all of the suppressed desire we had for one another was finally being released. As our lips continued their delicious assault our tongues wildly engaged in a desperate, reckless dance, pulling deep, unrestrained moans out of both of us. It was unreservedly the most magical, exciting kiss I had ever experienced. And I needed more.
Suddenly, I reached down for his hand and began leading him off of the dance floor. Within moments, we were pushing past groups of club goers and nearly running into the chic, dimly lit bathroom. After walking past at least ten shiny black doors, he grasped the crystal-adorned handle of one of the last stalls and pulled me inside with him. After quickly locking it, he pushed me against the wall, his fingers interlacing with mine and his body firmly pushing into mine as our hungry mouths found each other’s once more. As our kiss intensified, our hips desperately thrusting into one another, the tightness in my core deepend even further. I was already so close to going over the edge and our clothes weren’t even off.
Soon, his lips began planting deep kisses on my neck, his hands roughly pulling down the neckline of my dress as he did so. His mouth and fingers expertly toyed with my nipples, the tantalizing motions pulling loud, breathy moans out of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Emma” he moaned as he planted a final kiss on my hard nipple and rose up to meet my face.
“Almost as much as you,” I replied, opening my eyes and meeting his deep green ones.
I tangled my hands in his hair once more as our lips found each other's. I then felt his fingers dive into my wetness, a loud gasp escaping my mouth. I felt so euphoric and free, lost in a state I never wanted to be rescued from. As his fingers alternated between teasing my clit and diving deep inside of me, I couldn’t suppress the deep, wanton moans escaping my mouth.
“I need you,” I breathed into his ear as I began pulling down the fly of his slacks. As soon as my hand brushed against his hardness, he lightly pulled it away.
“No, not here,” he chuckled as he broke our kiss, our eyes still closed and our warm breaths mingling with each other’s.
Exiting the bathroom together moments later, I felt a hand firmly grab my arm.
“Hey, we have to go because Amanda’s sick,” Rachel informed me.
“Do you guys still want to stay at my place?” I asked.
“Well, yeah, that was the plan. All my stuff is there.”
“Okay, okay, just give me a minute,” I agreed as I watched Rachel walk off.
“I really should go make sure Amanda’s okay,” I said to him. “Your sister isn’t the best caregiver when she’s been drinking. I would know.”
“No surprise there. I need to going too, actually. I have to be at the airport in less than six hours. If I didn’t, though…,” he added as he looked me up and down, his unspoken promise filling me with a burning excitement.
“Then what?” I asked.
“Then I’d be taking you home with me,” he declared without an ounce of shamelessness.
***
As I stared at the dark ceiling, my mind wouldn’t let me stop thinking about the past hour. I was shocked, excited, felt unabashedly alive and most of all, simply...well, flabbergasted. I wanted Dorian more than I had ever wanted any guy before. What was going on with me? And what was Rachel going to think that I almost hooked up with her brother?
I suddenly realized I still wanted him just as bad as I did when we were dancing. Even more so now that my buzz was wearing off. His inarguable boldness, his unbreakable self-assuredness, his ‘devil may care, don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks’ attitude that he had had since we were kids. He was sophisticated, and brilliant, and funny, and worldly, and out of this world handsome. He was everything a girl would want and then some.
Seeing that it was close to his flight time, I began typing a text. Before I could change my mind I hit send, my heart nearly pounding through my chest.
Did you ever make it to the airport?
Within moments, a text came through of a picture of a bloody mary and the luxurious looking airplane seat in front of him. From the amount of generous legroom and the closeness to the cockpit I could tell that he was sitting in first class.
Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said six hours. First class? Making the rest of us feel like peasants lol
On a five hour flight with a hangover, I consider it a necessity, not a luxury.
Before I could respond, another text from him came through.
Last night was incredible. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
I then hesitantly typed something and sent it before I could stop myself.
Me either...
Soon, another one came through.
I’ll be home friday. What time can I see you, Emma?
8, if that works for you? Have a wonderful trip :)
Friday at 8 it is :)