Zandor by Mj Fields

chuckled.
    “Sure give me your best line.”
    “Bekah, you wanna fuck?”
    He picked up his glass and took a drink, his eyes never leaving mine.
    I had to come up with something witty soon because as soon as he said those words I felt my face begin to burn and my undies moisten.
    “Well that’s a little blunt, and what if her name isn’t Bekah?” I smiled, “She might not like that.”
    “No?”
    “No, try another .” I took a drink bracing myself for yet another one of his pussy clench worthy puns.
    He looked down at me crossing my legs and closed his eyes and smirked . “I’ll tell you all of my lines if you dance with me.”
    He opened his eyes and leaned forward taking my hand. His eyes were so intense, they captivated me. I was sure I would do whatever he told me too at this very moment. He stood up and grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. Roar by Katy Perry started playing. One of his hands gripped my hip and his other hand he held up flat and I placed mine against it.
    He smiled as he swayed slightly . “My friend bet me that I couldn’t get the most beautiful girl in the place to dance with me. You wanna buy some drinks with her money?”
    I smiled and rolled my eyes . “Lame.”
    “You better direct that beauty somewhere else. You’re so hot you’re going to burn up this dance floor.”
    He took my hand and set it on his shoulder and pulled me snug against him. “Hey Kitten you must be a light switch because every time I see you I get turned on.”
    I giggled and he rolled his hips against me and I felt him, hard and erect against my stomach. I felt my face flush and nipples pebble.
    I closed my eyes and his hands flexed and gripped my hips tighter.
    He lifted my chin. “Are you an interior decorator? Because every time you come into a room everything around you becomes more beautiful.”
    My throat was dry and I swallowed hard . “Are you sunburnt?” His fingers brushed up my cheek and then his thumb ran across my lower lip. “Or are you always this hot?”
    His head dipped and his breath hit my face as he whispered . “I’m not drunk, I’m simply intoxicated by you.”
    I felt his tongue trace the shell of my ear and I whimpered, feeling every part of my body tingle.
    He took my hand and held it to his chest . “Do you know what this shirt is made of?”
    His open mouth ran down my jaw slowly . “Boyfriend material.”
    The song changed to Imagine Dragons Demon.
    I tried to step back. A very weak feeble attempt that made his hand grip me more firmly.
    “I would live in your socks just to be with you every step of the way.” He pressed his lips against mine.
    They were soft yet possessive. He didn’t move , he groaned. “You’re so beautiful you made me forget my lines, so every damn thing I said to you was true.”
    His lips puckered against mine and I nearly crumbled. His mouth opened over mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I obliged.
    His slow strong licks against my tongue made my knees weaken and he held tighter to me. If I wasn’t buzzing and absolutely turned on by him, I might’ve been embarrassed about how his touch affected me. Mortified by the fact that my nails were digging into his shoulders trying to not let every stroke of his tongue send me out of control on the dance floor again. Self-conscious that my tongue was now doing the same to his. But I wasn’t.
    His groans encouraged me. His grip invigorated me. His kiss stimulated me like no other had ever done. I had never felt kissing someone could be as intimate as making love but it was, with Zandor Steel it was so good. His hands slowly traveled up my back and tangled in my hair. He pulled my hair back forcing me to look up at him. He said nothing, he just stared in my eyes.
    “Those are good lines.” I panted.
    “Not lines , Bekah.” He bent his lips to mine and gave me a very soft gentle kiss. “They say dating’s a numbers game, so will you please give me yours, Bekah?”
    I smiled and rolled