Big Roomie, Penny Wylder [readict books .TXT] 📗

We’re packed in like sardines and it will take a while to grab a bartender’s attention.

Lillian spots someone she likes standing at the bar. She’s obvious and over the top with her flirting. “You guys go dance. I’ll wait here and order the drinks.”

“I’m going to get us a table,” Deb says. She looks uneasy. I imagine it has something to do with the boyfriend she has at home and all the thrusting men out on the dance floor that she wants no part of.

Channa takes my hand again. Her fingers are long and delicate, a pianist’s fingers. My whole hand engulfs hers. I can only imagine what it will be like to have my body engulf hers when I’m lying on top of her in bed.

Her breathing seems to quicken as if she’s reading my mind. Or maybe she can just see the want in my expression when I look at her.

“Let’s dance,” she says.

I lead her through the throng of people. The smell of booze sits heavy on the air. The heat of moving bodies has people dripping with sweat despite the chill outside.

We stop in the middle of the dance floor where it’s the least crowded. She seems timid at first. Perhaps she’s starting to sober up and self-consciousness is setting in once again. I won’t let that happen. I’m not going to give her any excuse to pull away from me. I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her, but her shyness is hindering her desires.

I press her body against mine, feel her inhale sharply. She hesitates a moment, then raises her arms and puts them around my neck. Slowly, her body starts to sway. We move in sync to the slow hit of the bass. She closes her eyes. My hands fit perfectly against the exquisite curve of her hips. I press her firmly against me. There’s no way she doesn’t feel what she’s doing to me as she grinds against me. My hard-on rages in my pants, eager to get out and bury itself into her warm depths. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck Channa right now.

She slowly turns her body so that her ass is now pressed against my dick. And what an ass it is. I want to squeeze those plump cheeks in my hands, bite them, watch my hard cock disappear between them. I wonder if she has any clue what she’s doing to me right now. And then she looks over her shoulder and gives me a sly smile, letting me know she knows exactly the kind of effect she has on me.

I’m lost in the night. Time doesn’t seem to exist when I’m with her. Maybe we’ve been here an hour, maybe six. Who knows? As the night progresses, the tight dress she borrowed seems to cling even more to her as she sweats. The whole front is wet and I can see her pink nipples and areola through the thin white fabric.

I feel like an animal. I want to take her right now, bend her over in front of all these people, tear off the thong panties she’s probably wearing underneath, and fuck her so hard that everyone will hear her screams above the sound of the music.

Just as that fantasy is starting to take full effect, she turns to me, raises up on her tip toes. I lean down, my heart racing. For a moment I think she’ll kiss me, but then she moves her lips to my ear.

“I need a drink,” she says.

I sigh and chuckle at myself for getting so worked up. We make our way back to Deb, sitting at a table, texting. Lillian is still at the bar, flirting up the guy she had her eye on earlier. Our drinks are on the table.

“Watch our stuff while I go outside to call James?” Deb asks. “It’s morning at home. I want to talk to him before he goes to work.”

“Of course,” Channa says.

Deb disappears and Channa, even though she’d just been grinding against me, suddenly looks shy. She fiddles with her drink and looks off into the crowd of dancers as if she doesn’t know what to say to me.

“I find you endlessly fascinating,” I tell her.

The flush in her cheeks deepens when her eyes find mine. “Why is that?”

“You go so quickly from shy to flirty to shy again. I have a feeling you’re hiding something.”

She looks uneasy and averts her eyes again. She doesn’t answer.

As soon as Deb comes back and is able to sit with our drinks, I grab Channa’s hand before she can completely shut down on me. I lead her out to the dance floor again. This time I’m not doing subtle. I want her to know exactly what my intensions are. She can either go with it or deny me.

The flashing lights dim into black lights. Her white dress glows. I press my hard cock against her, practically dry humping her. The place is so crowded we can hardly move. I use this time to get even bolder. I kiss her neck. When she leans her head to the side to give me better access, I know she wants it too. My hand slides up her body. Her chest moves quickly with her breath as I cup my hand around one of her breasts and rub my thumb across her hard nipple.

“I want to fuck you,” I say in her ear. “The question is, am I going to fuck you here in the club or will it be back at the house? Your choice.”

She pulls away and turns to face me. There’s an unease to her expression. Maybe I went too far. Now I’m wishing I could take my words back.

“I can’t,” she says.

Shit. I fucked up.

I sigh, afraid she’ll walk away, but then she surprises me with a smile. She presses her body against mine once again. “Not yet.”

I raise