Page 13 of Architecti
She lingers for a moment, contemplating the rich flavours.Black rum, a dash of cold brew coffee and a squirt of lime mixed with activated charcoal.Oh, and a sprinkle of anise to garnish.Perfection.
She swallows and hands it back.“Stale, slightly bitter and tastes childish.A bit like your moves.”
My eyes bug wide.She uses two fingers to slide my mouth closed, places a kiss on my lips and fucks off to the dance floor.
What.
The.
Fuck.
I stare after her, watching her arse swing from side to side as she disappears into the crowd.
Oh no, oh hell no.I would genuinely reap a newborn for a night with that woman.
Just so I could break her, mind.
“This is hers,” the barman says, handing me a glass of wine.
I grin.“What a shame.Guess I’ll have to go find her.”
5
Lucy
Ileft my wine at the bar hoping she’d take the bait.She does.Her energy beelines for me as I move to a secluded corner of the graveyard.Less people here, but no quieter.The rave music still blares bass and rhythm at visceral levels.
I duck under some overgrown trees.There are a couple of graves and one hole that was never filled to dodge, but it’s hidden enough that several couples and groups of people are fucking here.Alongside an array of others quite obviously sniffing a cocktail of drugs.
Not the most refined of raves I’ve been to, but what did I expect?The woman slips under the overhanging branches and makes her way over to me.
“Smooth, getting me to carry your drink over here for you,” she says, holding out my glass.
I reach for it, but she snatches it away and guzzles the lot before handing me the empty glass.
“The name is Midnight, in case you were interested.”
“I wasn’t.Unless you’re here to help me drink or fuck my way into oblivion.”
She tilts her head, not even trying to hide the fact she’s mentally undressing me.She hands me her original drink, which I take out of spite and swallow in one go.It sears down my throat, and I have to suppress the urge to vomit it back up.
“Well,Lucy, I guess it’s your lucky night.Those happened to be my exact plans.”
“Convenient,” I say, as disinterested as I can make it.Though I am far from it.Midnight wears tight leather trousers; I’d put money on her being a biker.
Gods, I bet she can do all sorts of things with leather.The thought makes me cross my legs as my clit decides to misbehave, pulsing in erratic beats between my thighs.
A hand scythe hangs from her hip.Interesting.A reaper, perhaps?Her bright blue eyes pop against tanned brown skin.And the more I look, the more I settle on the fact she has to be a reaper.A weight lurks beneath her expression.It lives in the quiet curve of her smile and the tension in her shoulders.She’s going to die, and she recognises it in a way most humans don’t.
Her hair is dark, shorn on the sides, long and floppy on top.What I would give to sit on those full lips and grind an orgasm out.
The thought makes me swallow.
“Where did you go, baby girl?”she says, her fingers guiding my chin back to her.
“Somewhere sordid, you wouldn’t like it,” I say, unable to hide the smirk.I’m not a brat, though I have my moments.I much prefer the release of letting go, letting someone control me.I spend every day in charge, making decisions, lecturing my classes.Sometimes, I just need to let go.Especially on a day like today.That’s why I came here: a drink, a dance, and hopefully an orgasm.
Midnight leans into my ear, warmth radiates off her and trickles down my neck, straight to my nipples, which harden instantly.The scent of vetiver and grapefruit drift on the air.It’s fresh, intoxicating and makes me want to sink my teeth into her flesh.
