One Erotic Night - re-write

He came rambling in just as she was doing one last scan of the crowd. Things had not been interesting enough for her to stick around much longer. She noticed him just as she was finishing up her drink and rummaging in her purse for her car keys. The only thing missing in his entrance were those swinging double doors and a gun belt slung low on his hips. Billy the Kid would have been proud. He strolled over to the bar; entourage in tow. He hadn’t laid eyes on her yet. It gave her an extra moment to study her prey.

He had to be a regular at the gym; no one looked like that by accident. Gripping themselves to his thighs, his jeans gave just a hint of well sculpted hips. His t-shirt was so tight across his bulging chest, she worried that one deep breath would dissolve it into rags. Not that that would be a bad thing.

If his shaved head and goatee didn’t make him look dangerous enough, the look of arrogance on his face definably did. He owned this place; she was a stranger in his world. Well, it was time to change that, she thought. Signaling the bartender who had been hitting on here relentlessly, she ordered an extra beer along with her own drink and closed the distance between stalker and victim.
Looking down at her with a mix or annoyance and intrigue, he shook his head and declined the drink. He was only picking up his paycheck, was his half-hearted excuse. She stared blanking at him, shocked that he was turning her down. With her good looks and mysterious air, she was rarely the aggressor. She didn’t need to be, men flocked to her. Was he different? Was he a challenge? She did love a challenge.

Not wanting him to think she made too much of an effort, she shrugged, handed him the beer and retreated to her own stool at the other end of the bar. Playing coy was one of her specialties. If he wanted her, he was going to have to come to her. This well rehearsed dance was one she had amused herself with dozens of times before.

What was it about this one that had her holding her breath? She didn’t have long to ponder that thought as he gracefully slid onto the stool next to hers. Now that was more like it, she thought. Being a pro at this scene was a definite advantage. She had only been in town a few weeks and already knew the bar owner and some of the regulars by name. Some she knew much more intimately than that. She had this under control, didn’t she?

She took care of the basics in those first few minutes; name, occupation, relationship status. Not that the last one mattered much, it was always nice to know though. He was a bouncer; no wonder he look so dangerous, he got in fights for a living. This one was going to be fun!

An hour later, she casually mentioned that she had a few too many and probably shouldn’t be driving. Truth was she was fine and just measuring his response. He did the gentleman's thing and offered her a ride. One point him.

As they walked to the parking lot, she waited to see the kind of car he drove. You could learn a lot about a person just by looking at their car. He walked up to a late model Jetta, a sensible choice, except that it was so black that it blended in with the night. It had tinted windows that screamed, “I’m doing something bad”, and a vanity plate with his nickname, Diesel. He had turned a completely innocent car into something dark and dangerous. Two points him.

Leaning over to unlock his door, she tried to catch a glimpse of his face through the windshield. His expression gave no hint that he noticed her obvious gesture. This was not going as she had planned. He should be fawning over her by now. Instead, he looked like he was giving his grandmother a ride home. Maybe, he was just a nice guy doing the polite thing? She hated nice guys. They were boring.

On the ten minute drive back to her new house she rehearsed her polite let down in her head. Quick peck on the cheek and she would be rid of him, she thought disappointingly. He had held such promise but was not taking the least bit of the advantage she had purposely given him. “I was so wrong about this one”, she scolded herself as he got out to open the door for her.

As they reached the front door, he leaned in for what she thought was a kiss. Instead, he bypassed her lips and breathed, “I want to know what you taste like” into her ear. She lost the ability to think when his hot breath in her ear sent small ripples of pleasure down her spine.

Desire deepened his voice as he repeated his question. “Please let me get you off with my tongue”, he purred. “We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to. I just want to lick you.” Laughing quietly, she wondered if anyone actually turned down that offer, she sure as hell wasn’t going to!

He kissed her then with the promise of exactly what he was going to do with his tongue. Gently at first, he licked at her lips, urging them open. As he slid his tongue into her mouth she thought she would come apart right there. It was slow and gentle with a hint of pure aggression. The kiss began to change; rougher; more intense; more violent.

Her shaking hands couldn’t get the key in the lock fast enough. If she didn’t pull it together and get them inside, they were going to have sex on her front lawn.

Stumbling into the bedroom, he planted her in front of him. She willed herself to stand still as he took his time undressing her. He greeted every new inch of exposed skin with his hands; then with his lips; and finally with his tongue. She felt like she was being licked to death by a cat; and she savored every moment of it.
He pressed his lips to her shoulder and nipped at her skin, leaving small dents with his teeth.

His hands wandered behind her back, stroking her spine. She arched against him as her bra disintegrated in his fingers. Freeing her breasts, she heard him inhale sharply. “Beautiful”, he groaned. Kneeling in front of her, he slowly kissed down her collarbone and slowly onto her breast. Lapping at her nipple, it instantly tightened under his touch. Bending back, she offered herself to him further. His hand slid up to capture he other breast while he continued to suckle her.

Just when she thought her legs couldn’t possible hold her up anymore, he swept her up, gently depositing her in the edge of the bed. He made quick work of her jeans and panties while she tugged his shirt off over his head. Heat radiated off of his skin. Leaning forward, she licked at his neck and chest, slowly circling his nipple with her tongue. She explored his body the way he had just been worshiping hers.

As her hands slid lower to release him from his pants, he quickly took over again, pushing her onto her back. He ran his hands down her sides and underneath her hips, holding them firmly in place. He settled himself in front of her again, this time tickling her inner thigh with his hot breath. He teased her, moving so close to her throbbing sex only to move away again. She tried to concentrate on not losing control as his rough tongue finally touched the inner most part of her.

Moaning at the physical pain of the intense pleasure, she jolted up off the bed when he took her into his mouth. She could feel him smile against her. “Come for me baby”, he murmured over and over, “I know you want to”.

She didn’t know which was more exciting, what he was doing to her body, or the fact that he loved every second of it as he urged her closer to climax. She could hear the strain in his voice as he struggled not to plunge himself deep inside of her. That sound is what drove her over the edge. She screamed as he rocked her hips, intensifying the pressure. He rode the waves of pleasure with her, lapping up the juices that were flowing from her like he needed them to survive.

Slowly, she drifted down; returning to her body as he gently began to urge her up again. “No you don't”, she thought, “it’s my turn”. She struggled to sit up as she reached forward to free his painful erection from its prison. He rose and entered her quickly; jerking in response to her wetness. She was more than ready to receive him. He grabbed underneath her thighs, spreading them wide. Almost immediately, she could feel him swell inside her, threatening to split her in half. She couldn’t contain her pleasure, pushing against him violently as she reached another climax. He slammed his own orgasm into her body, sending them both over the edge of sanity.

Gradually, they both returned to earth, in a tangle of arms and legs. He lay, spent, and half on top of her. Both of them relaxing and letting their breathing return to normal. Propping himself up on one elbow, he smiled that deliciously wicked grin down at her.

That was even better than she had anticipated. “So he was dangerous after all”, she remarked to herself, “but only in the best kind of way”.