Page 5 of Brave as It

She is wearing booty shorts and a vest in all black. “What’s gonna be your poison tonight?” With every move she makes I worry her boobs might fall out of her top. Hopefully she’s taped them in place. I can respect her hustle. In the summer, I’m sure this get up earns her more tips than a tank top or t-shirt would.

“I’ll take a dirty martini and she’ll have a Cosmo,” I answer pointing to Diem beside me.

In moments the drinks are in front of us and we quickly down them as we take in the vibe for the night. This is the thing about the beach life, some nights it’s rock and roll, other nights it’s beach music swing, and tonight it’s club music with a deep bass. Everyone around us seems to be in a mood to mingle and celebrate. The energy is exciting and intoxicating all its own especially with the people on the dance floor wearing glow bracelets and necklaces drawing my eyes in as my body is ready to dance the night away.

Everywhere we turn there is another New Year’s decoration with hats, glasses, and bead necklaces laying around for anyone to wear. With all the movement, we stay put dancing near the bar or relaxing on bar stools as we take in a few more drinks.

The song changes to one of Diem’s “jams” as she calls them. Instantly, she downs the last of her most recent Cosmo. She grabs my hand to pull me off the bar stool leading me to the dance floor with us both swaying to the rhythm tossing our hands in the air as we move. With the alcohol in our systems leaving me a little tipsy, I am absolutely ready to dance like no one is watching.

Diem and I dance together often. Back and forth we switch things around as we lose ourselves in the movements. Everyone around us is dancing. The bartender being on top of things keeps our drinks coming out to us even on the dance floor. She will be getting a great tip when I close out our tab tonight.

For the briefest of moments, Diem changes her movement throwing me off. I follow her gaze to see she’s watching a man in a wheelchair dancing. He doesn’t have a bulky common wheelchair. No, this one doesn’t have sides, giving him more freedom to move. Just wheels and a low backed seat.

Taking him in, he’s beautiful in an indescribable way. He has long hair that is down around his face in waves. He’s wearing shorts that cover to the ends of his thighs where his legs stop. He has on a black t-shirt that is flush to his skin showing his defined ab muscles as he moves. The leather vest he’s wearing is covered in patches but with every move it reveals parts of his torso showing how defined all of his muscles are even in the dark of the club. He’s smiling and moving the chair along with his body in complete sync with the song playing. The way he works it, him being in a chair is like this secondary thought. I can’t explain it, but the pull is something I can’t deny or turn away from.

Generally speaking, I love to meet new people. Feeling like I need to meet this man, I take Diem by the hand and lead us to him. We don’t speak upon approach. His eyes lock to mine and I get lost into the depths. He has the most crystal blue eyes I have ever seen. Extending my hands to him, he takes them immediately and we begin to move together. His arms are covered in tattoos down the tops of his hands, but I can’t decipher details in this lighting.

Diem dances beside us, but the man in the chair doesn’t even notice her. He is giving me his total attention. While I know I am attractive in my own way, Diem typically steals the show. Her exotic look with the level of confidence she carries leave most men drawn to her first. His attention is nice.

Tucked away in our own little corner of the club the rest of the world ceases to exist as he leads me and sets the pace for each song. He pulls me to his lap, with his hands on my hips moving me against him in rhythm with the song. I’mmesmerized. He holds me where he wants me and leads in a way no one has ever done before. The confidence he has is alluring. With each passing moment, I want to have more time with him. Without even speaking it’s this intense connection between us I can’t explain.

Diem dances beside us as a man approaches. He has similar facial features to the man with me, but his hair is short and spiked on top. He settles in dancing with Diem.

A hand snakes around my waist right before I’m leaned back against the wall of his chest, my head falling to his shoulder as he spins us around in his chair. His hand climbs up across my breast as he holds me to him.

As he settles us back down his hand roams down the side of my suit where the skin is exposed just as I feel the touch of his lips to my ear.

“Most beautiful woman in the room, right here with me.” There is a rasp to his voice that hits me down to my core.

“Mmmmm,” I mutter as the song changes to a slow one. His right-hand roams up and down my thigh tempting me while his left sits across my waist under my breasts as he uses his thumb to rub my protruding nipping through the material.

Between the teasing of his hands on my body, the music, and the alcohol, I’m hot like I’ve never been before.

“Baby girl, relax into me,” he whispers, and I find myself wiggling in his lap. His hard length pressing against my ass. “I bet you taste delicious. Smellin’ sweet, moving your body like you own the world, and gorgeous like an angel from Heaven, yeah, baby girl, I bet you taste better than a dessert.”

His words turn me on.

“Thinkin’ about you riding my face, damn girl, killing me here. I wanna lick you from pussy to ass and nip your pussy lips before sucking on them. You ever had your lips sucked baby?”

In the dark of the room, I don’t care that he has me blushing.

“If we weren’t here, I’d undress you nice and slow before pulling you to me and kissing that sweet cunt of yours. Before I even kiss you I wanna taste you there.”

His hand glides up my thigh between my legs. “Gonna let me taste that pussy, baby girl? Gonna let me see how wet you are? Gonna let me send you over the edge,” his voice is this sexy gravely that only has my body on fire as he presses his palm against my heat. His teeth graze my neck softly before his lips press against the same spot. “Wanna mark you. Wanna taste every inch of you. I’ve never wanted to drink someone in like you. But damn, if you have me ready to break my own rules.”

“Rules,” I murmur. “I’m sure the rules are meant to be broken.”

I arch into him as he moves his hand through the side of my jumpsuit now his digits roam my flesh. His fingers slide under the elastic of the shelf bra. The touch of his skin to mine has me craving more. I feel every inch of him against me with only the denim of his jeans and thin fabric of my pants between us. I skipped panties tonight not wanting lines.

His hand goes around the front part of my outfit and finds its way to home base. Pressing my back into his chest, I open my legs leaning my head back against his shoulder and his lips come to my neck. His fingers slide over my mound as I whimper wanting him to finger me. I’ve lost track of the songs and the movements as his hands have explored my body lighting a fire inside me. I rock into his fingers wanting him, begging him silently to slide in. He doesn’t. This slow tease is a beautiful torture.

“Greedy, girl. You want more?”

I nod.

“Say it,” he encourages, and I bite my bottom lip.

“Yes,” I pant.

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