Fleaz #2

Here is another instalment of my fiction. Just as I said before, I didn’t edit this much at all… Some of the references & clothing descriptions, I don’t even remember what was fashionable. But it’s interesting to leave as I wrote it back then!

I look at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, get a grip Callan, you’ve given up on the whole dating/men thing, this isn’t a good idea. I wipe under my eyes, pinch my cheeks & finger my hair, trying to regain some of the confidence I had at Savannah’s house when I walked out of the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, you have to face the music sometime Callan! Now that I’ve run off & hid in the toilet blocks like a school girl, what will he say? I wonder if he left the bar already?

As I pull the bathroom door back, he’s standing there leaning casually against the wall opposite the open door, my eyes gaze up & down the 6 foot man in front of me dressed in blue Levi 510 skinny leg jeans, which not many men can pull off unless they are gay, but he makes them look hot. The tight dusky blue long sleeve Element shirt with three open buttons at the neck show off his ripped chest & strong muscly arms, even though he is completely covered. He pushes off the wall, smiling at me, with those sexy dimples creasing his cheeks, as I walk out. I smile back & start to walk back down the hall find the girls. I have to get away from him but I barely take two steps when he takes a double step, stopping me by putting his hand up on the door frame, by my head, essentially trapping me in a corner. Shit, he was waiting for me? Of course he was! He leans down slightly holding my gaze, I stop breathing & blinking, my heart starts to pound harder in my chest. His aftershave is intoxicating, I realise what he’s wearing, Le Male by Jean Paul Gaultier, my absolute favourite smell. This man affects me too much, I don’t want to say no, my god I want to say yes but I cannot go through another dating disaster. He’s not offering you boyfriend status Callan.

“I promise you” he pauses, not breaking eye contact, he’s so good at ‘the stare’ I can’t look away from him “it will be incredible” He licks his lips & looks at mine. Fuck, Fuck Fuck, I am in trouble! I think he’s going to kiss me; I instinctively lick my own lips. I want him to kiss me, I urge him to kiss me. Please just kiss me! I can’t lean in anymore, I am so scared & cannot afford to get hurt again – even if it is supposed to be stingless fun, I can see myself getting attached already. This is not a good idea Callan.

“And what if it isn’t?” I ask as he smiles

“Trust me, it will be!” His free hand comes up to tuck a wayward hair behind my ear; I swallow at such an intimate gesture. His hand slides down my hair to my shoulder, down my arm, ever so slightly grazing my breast as he moves it down my body, my skin tingles under his touch. His hand finally rests on my hip, pushing me gently back flush against the wall. His other hand comes to rest under my hair at the nape of my neck. He is so close to me, I can feel his breath on my cheeks, it smells of toothpaste & beer. “Fuck, you are so sexy Kristie” I melt. No one has ever said that to me before. Lucky he is holding me against the wall because I feel my knees buckle. I know that I am already in big trouble if I go through with this. He’s looking at me so intently & for so long that I start to wonder why he hasn’t kissed me. He takes a step towards me, his hips pinning me to the wall, he moves his hand from my hip to my chin where he uses one finger to tilt my face up towards him. The anticipation of a kiss is so hot, his stare is burning with desire & I start to believe his words. He slowly leans down to brush his lips to mine for a lingering soft kiss, he takes another step in & both hands frame my face as he deepens the kiss, he parts my lips with his tongue, slowly & sensually he probes my mouth. My limp hands finally find their purpose, one comes up to rest on his muscly arm while the other one finds the back of his neck & grazes his hair. My tongue starts to explore his mouth too, his hands move to the back of my neck while the other slowly moves down the side of my body more deliberately this time brushing my breast, lingering on my hip before finally going around my back to pull me closer to him. I feel his erection against my belly for the first time & I feel myself really surrendering to his kiss.

This is not at all how I expected him to kiss at all, with such passion & tenderness. From his proposition, I expected him to be a ‘wham bam, thank you ma’am’ kind of guy. This guy really can kiss!  He slowly starts pulling away & I can already tell that I want more, he kisses the side of my face all the way down my neck to my collar bone, where he feathers little kisses, then back up my neck to behind my ear, I shudder. Fuck, this is so hot! He looks up, his green eyes blazing & dilated. He rests his forehead on mine, staring into my eyes, both our breathing rapid, he lets out a sigh in what seems like an attempt to calm his breath “See?” Both his hands come up to frame my face & pull me in for another kiss. I lean into several light feathery pecks on my lips. He smiles against my lips & finally pulls away, not letting go of me, obviously sensing how weak at the knees I am. All this from just one kiss? I try to gain some of my equilibrium. How is that going to be possible after what was possibly the best kiss of my life? “Let’s get outta here?” he straightens & clears his throat, grabbing my hand but I can barely speak, I only shrug & nod all in one awkward stupid movement. He leads me out to Savannah & Rylee on the dance floor, they are grinning at me like school girls & they know what I am about to say.          

“Whoo Hoo!” Savannah shouts over the music, I can only laugh & promise to call her in the morning.

Fleaz leads me outside of the bar, never letting go of my hand through the crowds, he waits till I am beside him before he starts walking down the street, he pulls me close by tucking our entwined hands behind my back. As we pass a group of people, we have to move off to the side & almost up an ally way, he skips in front of me & swiftly moves me, a few steps up the ally & against the wall, with no preamble; he kisses me hard & passionately. My hands grab at his hair & caress his arms, he hugs me tightly his hands grabbing my butt, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths like there is nothing else left for them to do. As I feel his cock against my belly, I realise how turned on I am & how soaking wet my underwear is going to be if we don’t get back to his place soon. Fuck! What underwear am I wearing? I involuntarily make a soft moaning sound, he pulls back gently, leaning his forehead on mine, he’s smiling.

“That’s a sexy little sound” His fingers run over my swollen lips. “Let’s go, I don’t want to get arrested for fucking you in the street.” Right now, I think I would let him! He pulls me in front of him, both his hands around my waist, I suspect it’s to hide his protruding erection, we start walking in unison, it feels so natural & easy, alarm bells start to go off in my head, I try to ignore it. Fleaz sees a taxi, he grabs my hand & leads me to the roadside, hailing the cab, holding the door open for me like a true gentleman, I write this off as his how-to-get-the-girl-to-sleep-with-you move. No moves required Fleaz, you had me at ‘so are you having a good night?’

“Um… So… What is your real name?” He laughs & I swear the taxi driver does too.

“Conner” I like that much better than Fleaz, he pulls me into his nook & my head falls sleepily on his shoulder I must not fall asleep in the taxi. His hand is high on my thigh rubbing his thumb back & forth, its turning me on even more, if that’s even possible. I squirm slightly in my seat, Conner shifts too, moving his body sideways in the seat, his arm around my shoulders pull me in for another passionate kiss, he places soft trailing kisses down my neck. Fuck that feels amazing, his hand caressing my thigh, pulls both my legs up over his so I am almost sitting on his lap, his hand moves slowly up my skirt, I instinctively part my legs to allow him access, You’re in a taxi Callan, as his hand reaches my lacy G-string, he groans in my mouth, the taxi driver clears his throat loudly, we stop kissing & I giggle looking away completely mortified but Conner doesn’t remove his hand from up my skirt, he just rubs his thumb up & down where he has access. “Not much further” he whispers into my neck, I can’t even concentrate with his hand moving so deviously between my legs, the taxi driver can’t see what he is doing down there, but he’s careful as he continues to kiss my neck “You are so ready Kristie, I fucking love that.” Shit, he can feel how wet I am through the lace? I close my eyes, tilting my head back on the head rest as Conner continues this sweet torture knowing I can’t make any noise, I bite my lip. “I can’t wait to get you naked.” Oh My God! HOT! No one has ever said anything like that to me before. Conner pushes my underwear aside & his fingers delicately stroking in slow precise circles, my hips start to gyrate with his rhythm, my hands reach up to the roof of the taxi, he slips one finger inside me, then two fingers slowly pumping them in & out, his thumb circling around & around.

“Ah!” I feel my orgasm building, Fuck! Really? In a taxi? & suddenly I don’t care, Conner is kissing the length of my neck, biting my ear lobe, his fingers pick up the pace, swirling around inside me, my breathing is so rapid, I can feel how close I am…

“Turn right here” Whatthefuck? My eyes spring open, oh he’s giving directions. I almost laugh out loud, but his fingers don’t stop, they move faster with a more desperate need, his lips return behind my ear – my secret erogenous zone. How does he know that, I always thought that I was weird? But as he continues to put kisses there, I am lost as his fingers slide in & out of me, his thumb toying with my clit, I come apart in the back of the taxi, I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming out, Conner nips at my neck & I feel his eyelashes sweep open & close on my sensitive skin. I shudder & my hands fall down like limp dead weights. I try to control my breathing so as not to give myself away to the driver, but I fail miserably.

“Next time, you will scream!” he whispers so close to my ear, I open my eyes, he’s staring directly into them with a huge school boy dimply grin, he winks & without breaking eye contact with me, he puts his two fingers in his mouth that have just been inside me & sucks on them, he makes a ‘hmmm’ sound & all I can do is blush. Did he really just do that? I am so thankful for the dim lighting in the cab as we pull up at his house, I swear my face is brighter than a fire engine.

#IBD4U

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