#keeprollingunderthestars

“Hey sexy!” “Oh girl you wanna come with me?” “Oh damn pretty lady, strut your fine ass over here!”

My lip curled in disdain as I walked past the line of waiting, randy men. God damn they were disgusting perverts. Why Benedict wanted me to meet him here was beyond me. Something about old Uni friends before he had to go. The music was too loud anyway and I figured he was drunk and would need a ride home.

“Name?” The bouncer asked, glancing appreciatively down at my bright teal sheath.

“I’m the last on Benedict’s party.” I met his lecherous gaze evenly. Fucking meathead couldn’t even treat me as a person. Just a fine piece of ass. What a fucking creep.

“Yeah, yeah, your ID, baby doll?” He leered at me and I sneered in return as I showed him my ID. “Welcome to Pulse, baby.” He made a kissing motion to me and I rolled my eyes before striding in.

I walked to the VIP section and gave the second bounce my name. He was more courteous, only giving me a single approving once over before lifting the velvet rope and I was on my way up to the second level. My steps fell in time with the music, my hips swaying with the beat and the alluring sway of my hips apparently attracted male attention on my way up. As soon as I stepped onto the VIP level three men walked over individually to offer me drinks. I waved them away and rolled my eyes again. Why did Ben come here of all places?

“Kinzie!” He called, grinning at me as he saw me at the bar.

I smiled at him, showing I heard him while I waited for my bourbon. It wasn’t as good as the stuff back home, but eh, it’ll do. I turned towards the booth to sashay my way towards him, regretting my choice of stilettos now. The look on Benedict’s face though was absolutely worth it. His eyes widened and his jaw clenched. Hot damn this sheath was a good choice then. Halter, cleavage making and form fitting, short hem and made my legs look a mile long. Perfect choice.

“Kinz.” He purred as I slid into the booth next to him. “Thank you.” He purred, kissing me deeply without preamble. Oh he was drunk. I tasted the whisky on his tongue.

“Ben.” I purred against his lips. Even slightly tipsy, this man could turn me inside out with a kiss. “Why here?”

“I dunno, but Eric said it’d be fun.” Benedict shrugged and smiled good naturedly at me. “I know how you love to get out and figured you’d enjoy it.” He kissed along my jaw and I laughed softly

“How many have you had?” I asked with a soft laugh. He was much more publically affectionate than usual.

“Four. Five maybe? Is it important?” He purred into my ear. Benedict’s sexy baritone against my ear made goosebumps rise against my skin and my mouth felt unusually dry.

I downed half my bourbon and coughed slightly. Damn this was a sipper, not a shooter. Whoo! I looked up at him and he grinned in appreciation at my ability to drink. “You have an open tab, right Ben?” He smirked and nodded. “Good.” I finished my drink and nodded to the waitress.

Three more rounds later and I was feeling deliciously light and bubbly. Curious since my drink had no bubbles. Ooooh the ground tilted ever so nicely. Such a fun challenge to walk while the floor was at high seas. “Ben, baby, I want to dance, can we dance?” I moaned in his ear. He had slowed down considerably, nursing his fifth, or sixth, drink depending on the count.

“Is that what you want, darling?” He purred in my ear, stealing my earlobe for a quick taste.

“Ooh, yeah.” I purred, agreeing to both. He chuckled against my ear and I shivered against him. He helped me out of the booth and cupped my elbow in his hand. It was more of a show of possession than of assistance, he seemed just as tipsy as I was. Bless that handsome man, but he was a lightweight after abstaining from alcohol for his John Harrison diet.

We carefully picked our way down the steps, both giggling to each other about the damn things moving by the time we got to the ground floor. He led me into the dance floor, finding his way into the thick of things. Benedict tugged me in front of him and yanked my back against his chest. I gasped as his fingers dug into my hips and found the primal rhythm the music promoted.

I leaned back against his chest, my hips winding sinuously to the music. He ground against me, the contact and the suggestive lyrics, mixed with his whisky had him responding to my movements. He was starting to grow hard against me and I tipped my head back on his shoulder, gasping his name at the sensation. He chuckled in my ear and nipped at my neck, encouraging my sensual movements.

The song changed and this beat was more sexual, the bass thumped like a pulse through my body and I wanted to moan at the implied actions the lyrics hinted at. I groaned into Benedict’s ear as he ground himself against me, the roll of hips enticing me more than any dance step could. “Kinz, I want you.” He purred against my ear.

“Damn, Ben. I need you.” I moaned back, the bourbon making my head a little fuzzy.

Benedict chuckled in my ear and sucked hard on my neck, leaving a slight bruise. I gasped and dug my nails into his thighs. “Oh, yes, Kinzie. I need you too.” He slid his hand down the front of my dress, cupping my mound and tugging me back against him. “I need you so badly.”

“Benedict.” I whimpered, knowing the dim lighting and the beat would disguise our conversation and our actions. “Ben, what are you doing?” I gasped as his hand slid up my thigh, disappearing under the hem of my skirt.

“Giving you as much of me as I can right now.” He growled in my ear and I groaned as his fingertips slid against my damp panties. “Already wet, Kinzie? Bad, bad little girl.” He teased in my ear and I whimpered, grinding my ass hard against his hips. He groaned and chuckled as I shivered in response.

“Ben.” I whined, trapped between his hard body and his questing fingers. I wasn’t sure whether to rock my hips forward onto his fingers, trying to slide them against me or push back against his body. I chose backwards and he growled in approval, his fingers pushing forward to slide under the lace of my panties.

“Damn it, Kinz.” He groaned, feeling the heat already waiting for him. “Damn you, woman.” He growled.

I turned my head to nip at his neck and he gasped slightly, fingers pushing a little farther under the hem of my dress. “Mmph, Ben!” I gasped as he pushed a single digit slowly into me and my hips bucked forward against his hand. “Dirty, perverted man.” I gasped in his ear.

“But you love it, darling. Now be a good girl, and ride me, like the song says.” He taunted and my hips bucked involuntarily. Damn traitor. “That’s a good little slut.” He purred against my ear and my breath caught in my throat. Oh it must be the alcohol but he was never this risque in his language. Oh god it was knee melting. He kept his body still and let me rock against his hand, the knuckle of his thumb brushing my clit and the single digit taunting me to the beat of whatever song played.

It was euphoria and it was torture. Oh sweet exquisite pleasure leaving me hanging on the edge of the release I could feel hovering just at the synapses of my nerves, but something wasn’t just right enough to let them fire off and leave me in a maelstrom of pleasure. I wanted to stamp my foot and curse in frustration. His hand was wonderful, and his fingers long and enticing but nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to the body I was grinding against and the erection that teased me with every move to the beat.

“Ben, please. God please, I want you.” I whimpered against his ear.

Benedict chuckled and fisted his free hand in my hair. I gasped as he yanked my head back, not hurting but enough to make my bourbon-fogged head spin. He left a bite mark just under my ear as a mark of possession and smirked against my thundering pulse. I shivered and rocked my hips hard against his and he laughed quietly. “If you want to leave, Kinz, we will.”

“Yes. God, please, yes, Benedict.” I gasped and he laughed quietly, sliding his hand away from me.

Benedict walked me to the foot of the stairs and left me for a moment to fetch our coats. He returned and helped me into mine, sliding his hand down to my lower back to help walk me out of the club. “Did you bring the car or a cab?”

“Cab.” I answered quietly and let him steer me towards the line of waiting cabs for the stumbling drunks that would pour from the club later that night.

“Good.” Benedict murmured and helped me into the cab, sliding in after me. He gave the cabby our address and leaned back in the seat. “Come here love.” He slid his strong hand around my throat, tipping my chin up for a plundering kiss.

I moaned at the taste of whisky and bourbon mixing. It was heady, and wicked and helped muddle my already shaken thoughts. I opened my eyes slowly as he pulled away and his blue-green eyes burned into mine. My lips parted on a sigh and he smirked at the response, leaning forward for another taste of our cocktail.

“Sir, here’s your place.” The cabby sounded a little aggravated at us and Benedict pulled away with a soft chuckle. He helped me out of the cab on my alcohol weak ankles and my desire wobbly knees. Benedict leaned in, paying, tipping and thanking the cabby generously before turning and lacing his fingers with mine.

He didn’t make another move at me, much to my annoyance as we waited for the lift. I frowned and fidgeted, the mix of his touch, the alcohol and the music left an aching pulse I needed checked before it consumed me. It was frustratingly pleasurable, a miserable euphoria that he ignored, no matter how I squeezed or tugged on his hand.

The lift doors pinged and he let me in first, following after and pressing the button for our almost top floor apartment. Damn this was going to be a long ride. I sighed audibly in frustration and caught his smirk in the closing doors.

The doors closed and without warning he shoved me against the wall. His mouth was on mine and stole the equilibrium out from under me as sure as my bourbon did. “Ben!” I gasped against his mouth as he slid his hand up my dress again, sliding his questing fingers past my panties again to slid two fingers into me. “What if someone-”

“I don’t give a damn.” He growled and I shivered around his commanding touch. “There’s a good girl. Now be a good little southern belle and show me that mouth is worth so much more than a sweet accent and a sharp tongue.” He fisted his hand in my hair and turned, so his back was against the wall. I whimpered as his fingers left me and I complied with his insistent pressure.

Damn this was hotter than I intended, dropping to my knees on the tiled floor of the elevator, Benedict’s obvious arousal the focus of my attention. Damn straight who cares, this was too damn sexy to pass up. I fumbled at his fly to free him from his trousers and moaned as his hand tightened a little tighter in my hair. “Ben.” I gasped as he pulled me towards his body by my hair. I licked my lips and glanced up at him in time to see his smirk. This controlling nature was new, likely caused by the whisky flavored thoughts but still, it was erotic.

I let him lead me as I used tongue and teeth as best I could to make him groan. He let go of me suddenly and I dug my fingers into his thighs to keep balance. He growled softly at the dulled sensation of my nails through his slacks. The door pinged and I scrambled to my feet as he let go of my hair to fix himself back up. His hand wrapped tightly around my bicep and he practically dragged me down the hall to our apartment. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as he fumbled for his keys. Good to know I wasn’t the only eager one here.

I tugged my coat off as he got the door open and bolted through the door, running for the bedroom as soon as the door was open. I heard his quiet shout after me. “Kinz!” He snarled, slamming the door. I dropped my jacket and struggled with my shoes before I could run up the stairs, I wasn’t stupid, I so would have fallen.

Benedict caught up with me at the steps and snatched me around the shoulders, pressing me up against the wall. “You little minx.” He snarled and fisted both hands in my hair, tipping my head back for another intoxicating kiss. “Running away from me. Where were you going to go?”

“Bed.” I gasped.

The chuckle that rumbled from his chest made me whimper as he slowly unzipped my dress. “No, sweet belle, that privilege is long gone.” He growled and yanked the sheath off me, letting it pool on the floor. “Damn.” He growled, cupping my breasts through the strapless bra and leaning against my warm body to take another taste of my bourbon as I sipped his whisky.

“Benedict.” I moaned and tried to struggle out of the heels, handsfree. He chuckled and undid my bra. “Benedict, please.” I begged as he bent me over his arm, supporting my weight as I was trapped between his hot body and the cold wall.

“Yes, sweet belle?” He whispered as he took a peaked nipple into his mouth, suckling hard against my sensitive flesh. I mewled wordlessly as the pleasure shot straight through my alcohol haze to my core. “Yes, yes, just like that.” He purred and nipped his way across my chest to my other breast, repeating the same electrifying process to my other breast.

Benedict pulled away slightly as I shoved at his chest and gave me a puzzled look. I gripped the front of his shirt and yanked. Buttons flew and he laughed appreciatively. “By all means, belle, don’t let my clothes stop you.” He teased. I glared up at him as I shoved his coat and his ruined shirt off his shoulders. “Damn, that is more arousing than you would ever know.” He whispered as I dropped to my knees again to unbuckle his pants and yank open his fly. I ripped the pants off his hips and he chuckled.

“Ben.” I gasped as he fisted his hand in my curls once more.  

“Just one more time, Makinzie. It’s so fucking hot watching you on your knees.” He growled, pupils wide with desire, chased with alcohol. He mistook my gasp for one of objection and started to step away. I dug my nails into his hips and he paused. I looked up at him reassuringly, licking my lips in approval. I slid as far down on his erection as I could then slowly pulled back, making him shudder at the sensation. “Oh, Kinz.” He purred as he smirked down at me and took control of the pace once more.

I couldn’t look at him, really. The sight of him resting his forearm against the wall, forehead propped on his forearm as he watched himself move in and out of my painted lips. Mental overload. I had to close my eyes or I would melt. I dragged my nails down his thighs and he jerked back with a curse as the sensation made him shudder. I smirked up at him and he pulled me up by my arms, spinning me around and plunking me down on the stairs. I looked up at him in puzzlement as he kneeled in front of me. He smirked as my lacy bottoms fell next to their matching bra and he spread my thighs and tugged me closer to the edge of the steps.

“Ben.” I shouted hoarsely as he finally replaced the tease he’d been giving me all night with the real thing. Oh that first stretch was alway so heady. I tipped my head back on the steps and he chuckled against my ear, sucking on my earlobe then down my neck, leaving little bruises in his wake.

“Yes. Kinzie, just like that.” He growled, his voice whisky rough as he ground his hips into me. “Let the entire floor know who you’re a whore for.” Benedict’s low voice against my pulse, whispering those dirty, sexy words straight into my bloodstream did me in faster than any fine glass of bourbon.

I moaned his name as he wrapped his arm around my hips, lifting me slightly to drive into me harder. I dug my nails into his triceps and he hissed in approval. “Benedict!” I gasped and let my head fall back onto the step, whimpering at the change in angle and pace as he pushed into me harder and faster.

My pulse raced faster and faster as the tension wound tighter and tighter. He wrapped his hand around my throat, tipping my head up to look at him, not squeezing but the threat itself was erotic. The tension snapped and my head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as I choked out his name around my moans of delight.

“Yes, fuck yes, Kinzie.” He snarled and with a few last brutal thrusts, he followed my lead, my name softly groaned on his lips.

I panted softly and he purred a chuckle against my sternum. “Oh god, what?” I gasped, still not sure if I could feel my legs.

“You’re still wearing your heels, and it’s a sexy enough sight I might not let you take them off.” He answered quietly.

“Good lord, there’s going to be a second round? I barely survived the first.” I gasped and he chuckled, appreciating the compliment.

Benedict pulled away and sighed in contentment. “Of course there will be a round two.” He grinned and pulled away to kick out of his shoes and pants, leaving them in the tangled mess next to my dress.

I looked up at the tall man towering over me and smiled, accepting his hand up to help me stand. “I guess, since I’m your whore, I can’t really argue.” I whispered thickly, pleasure and residual alcohol making my speech a little slurred.

“That’s right, Makinzie.” He purred and scooped me up into his arms, carrying me up the stairs to our bedroom. I gasped and laughed in delight, sinking my teeth into his neck in my own little mark of possession. “Oh bad girl.” He growled and I laughed in delight.

“You going to punish me for that?” I taunted.