hot stuff part2

INSIDE THE EMBASSY were different kinds of people. Cassidy was enjoying her first hour with her roommates and Clyde and the next hour, she was talking to different people and dancing and drinking with them as her companions are doing the same thing. “Hey, Cassidy girl, drink moderately, okay? You got class tomorrow.” Her younger roommate said. “Hey, Chris, not because I’m already a senior I am forgetting about my classes and, I know how to control my alcohol intake.” She replied sweetly. After leaving her roommate she headed to the bar and ordered a cocktail. She’s enjoying the view of partying people. She’s already used in this kind of mob. Her job always assigns her to host events, parties, and other stuff that has something to do with music.

It’s never too late to refuse a guy who’s been constantly asking for your cellphone number, especially when you’ve just shared a few insignificant dances for more or less two minutes.

“Come on, can I have it?” He asks again, as he puts his arms around my neck. Like I said, we’ve only been dancing for more or less two minutes.

“Nope.” I answered sweetly, this sarcastic smile on my face. I kept dancing as we converse and so was this bastard. We were dancing so close to each other that I can feel his chest bumping into mine. Of course, it felt gross (because of the sweat) and alluring at the same time, considering he had such pretty built chest. “Shut up and just dance with me.” I murmured seductively so he would stop pestering me for my number.

I turned around so my back was facing him. We kept dancing and dancing. I was shaking my hips in such a sexy motion, letting out sultry moans as he danced along with me. Did I mention, I was grinding with him? I swear, I could feel his hands moving and rubbing my waist, going up and down and I honestly never felt so turned on.

“I’ve never danced like this with anybody before. It’s amazing, I tell you. No, you’re amazing.” I heard him whisper softly in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my skin. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.” And that’s when I felt his teeth digging itself into my ear.

“Aaaah…” I said sexily. It was so ticklish. I mean imagine a guy nibbling your ear and at the same time whispering nonsense in that velvet, seductive voice of his. God, I am not the submissive type, but this asshole is half-consciously and half unconsciously making me submit myself to him. “Stop…” I could barely say out the words properly.

You can’t imagine the shock and sexual drive I felt when I suddenly felt his tongue in my ear. Shit! That bastard. I swear, any minute now, I’m really going to snap!

I just kept dancing, shaking my hips as my head looks back—observing his reaction. Of course, he was staring at my ass. Despite the close distance between us, I felt his body move even closer to mine. Oh my fucking— I CAN FEEL HIS DICK AGAINST MY BUTT!

Three—

As I dance, I can feel IT dancing along with me. God, is he trying to torture me?

Two—

His hands kept moving, caressing my body here and there—I didn’t even notice his hand on my thigh moving it upward…

One—

The other hand moved upward, pushing my hair away as I felt him kiss my neck—his lips moving slowly from one place to another, never leaving my neck. I swear, I could feel him planting hickeys on it… Shit! Shit! Shit…

Snap!

I turned around to face him once again, whispered hastily, “Kiss me, you fuckhead.” And placed my arms around his neck as I mashed my hungry mouth on to his.

I cannot believe I am kissing this asshole. And to think I am the one who initiated it. God, I feel so low. Well, that doesn’t matter now, because my sexual drive has been switched on—and knowing me, I don’t think I’ll stop anytime soon.

He is a fuck-good kisser, I have to admit. From his tongue and from how his hands caress every inch of my ravenous body. I’ve never kissed anybody for weeks, that’s this good.

“Finally! You’re answering to me.” He said, in between kisses. As soon as his lips left mine, I hungered even more.

“Fuck you. Just kiss me, idiot.” I snapped angrily and reached for his lips to meet mine once again. We stopped dancing, I mean literally. But that’s okay. Because this dance we’re having right now would be, by far, better than anything else.