Love Inside

Chapter One

Most of the night had been consisting of him watching. Simply watching.

Usually, he was a little more active-never truly the intentional life the party or the premediated center axis, but just present enough to show that he was in the moment. And yet, tonight he just wasn't in the mood to do anything but watch. A couple shots of Hennessy had the room feeling like it was lit on fire, and his eyes sat low-lidden behind his full-moon shades as he watched her from afar.

She looked like cold fire in the bright blue body-con dress, dark twists flowing flawlessly to the deep bass. Her hips rocked and rolled to the beat, and the lights made already picturesque brown skin glow. He had to figure out how to get to her without drawing too much attention. The music smoothly melded together, and he rubbed his chin gently, aimlessly playing with his beard as he continued to think things over. He glanced down at the empty shot glass in his hand, and a smirk curled at the corner of his lips.

Standing up, he walked through the crowd, only stopping when it was necessary. When he finally did get around to passing her, he made a point to press close to her, a hand pressed to her lower back as he leaned into her.

"Excuse me."

He passed her, and he looked over his shoulder to make sure his move was effective. When he noticed that she was looking, he quickly nodded his head towards the door. She raised her eyebrows, and he headed towards the door. She was pretty small compared to him, but it was still a wonder how she made it to the door before him, clutch in one hand and two small bottles of water in the other. He had to wonder if she's done this before-either that, or she was extremely resourceful, even within her inebriation.

He took the bottle from her and mouthed for her to stay there for a moment. She seemed to come out only when the valet returned his car, keeping a distance long enough to not gain too much attention. Yeah, she's done this before.

He pulled from the curb once she got into the car, and he instantly turned down the stereo, the only rumble present now being the purr of the engine. He gripped the steering wheel as his eyes darted around, trying to find somewhere to conduct the next plan of action. He couldn't hit up any of the nearby hotels-too easy, too predictable. He pulled to a stop sign, uncapping the water he was given previously before taking a generous gulp and sating the dryness in his mouth.

"Let's try over here," She suggested, and he looked to his left, generally towards where she pointed. Nothing but an empty alley. He glanced in her direction, eyebrow quirked. "Waiting on you to find a place will take too long," She has absolutely done this before, and thankfully she was impatient as he was.

"Touché."

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Eloquence wasn't the name of the game, not tonight. He usually had more to offer, but the liquor pumping through his veins had him thankful that he didn't need to give her extra to have her ready. She didn't care for foreplay, and made it known when she went for his zipper the moment he parked. Fuck, had him in her mouth just long enough for her to get acquainted with the taste, then he situated his seat back for her to straddle him. No panties, no problem-his head was spinning by the time she sank down on him. Their breaths hitched in unison, and his eyes slowly closed as he took a grip of those spread hips that enticed him in the first place. His fingers tugged at the soft material of her dress until it was bunched around her waist, pressing into flesh once he could get to it. It was sensory overload; she smelled like Dior perfume and shea butter, her lips tasted like cotton candy, and she was so warm and slippery that even him calling to God would be futile.

It was so filthy and completely without pride. Borderline dangerous. But he loved danger.

"Bounce on that shit..."