Hunting
“Fuck, Kaidan…” Vivienne whined, leaning over the balcony, a lit cigarette in her mouth. Long black hair tied up, loose strands framing her slender, tawny face. Her button nose flaring, sitting above pouting red lips.
“I know, if I would’ve known there was a couple’s event tonight…” I trailed off, looking through other clubs in the area on my phone. “We could always go somewhere else? Get away from all the lovebirds,” I offered in a mocking tone, looking at her.
She took a long drag of her cigarette, looking me up and down. “Or…” it almost felt like she was appraising me, looking for good qualities, deciding if the scratches are too much to work with. “We could just dance with each other and pre-game cheap drinks first?” I guess I passed…
“Pretend to be a couple for cheap drinks?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to, but the cheap booze is the main reason we come here. Why not just get our night started here and go hunting elsewhere?” She made a good point.
I eyed her down. Viv always was attractive; I had just never seen her in that way. A nice chest, slim waist and wide hips. She was wearing a black halter dress with an open back, and heels that while tall still only left her head coming up to my chest.
“Fuck it why not.” I shrugged, figured worse case at least I’m here with a girl a lot of guys would envy, I still get to drink and dance—even if the night doesn’t follow the normal flow what’s wrong with alterations?
Every month or so we’d go out together and usually end up going home separately, with our catch of the night. Guess depending on how this goes this may be the first time we go home empty-handed.
As we finished our cigarettes, she looped her arm into mine. I stared at her, confused.
“What, ya want to look like you hate your girlfriend?” She gave me a look with these big, exaggerated eyes.
“How far are we going to paint the picture?” I chuckled, but the smirk that grew across her face stopped me. I initially thought it was just a joke, not that she actually intended to act the part.
She pulled my arm into her body, her exposed skin rubbing against the sleeve of my dress shirt. “How far you want to go?” She teased, I rolled my eyes at her and pulled my arm away, snaking it around her waist—taking a moment to get her back and squeeze her hip. I could feel her shiver as my fingertips pressed into her, a playful smile on her face.
“Yeah yeah, come on then.” I pulled her with me as we made our way back inside. The second I opened the door you could hear the music, feel it in your chest even. The deep thumps of bass vibrated in my body; the lights dim and flashing. Whole place reeked of cigarettes and cheap liquor.
“What do you want?” I asked, leaning into her ear.
“You, baby,” She cooed back in mine, her breath settling with a warm anticipation on my skin. I stared at her in response, and she just rolled her eyes. “I’m just having fun with it, get me a jack and coke, double.” I just shook my head and waited for a bartender. Viv stayed next to me, dancing in place under my arm.
Anytime a man walked past she’d scoot closer to me, clinging to me in some way like she was announcing my ownership of her. Ownership.
I licked my teeth as I watched the bartender walk over. “A double jack and coke and a triple.”
It was an older man, hair that just started to gray and full salt and pepper beard. He nodded and started making the drinks. I felt her hand on my ass, her fingers slipping into my back pocket and squeezing.
I leaned back to her and planted my hand firmly on hers, digging my nails in slightly.
“Keep it up,” I trailed my hand up to her exposed back, lightly brushing my nails against her spine. “And we won’t be making it to another bar.” I growled in her ear, before releasing her. She stared at me for a moment, lips parted and eyes shining in anticipation. She almost looked disappointed when I pulled away.
“Here you go,” The bartender put the drinks down. “$25.” I pulled out my wallet, handing the bartender my card. When he handed it back, he nodded towards Viv, giving me a very approving thumbs up. It made me want to kick his teeth in, but I just smiled and nodded, taking the drinks.
I handed her one of them, and wrapped my arm around her once more, pulling her away from the bar.
“Cheers, babe.” She giggled, holding her drink up to me. I just laughed lightly and lifted mine to meet hers.
“Sure, love.” I said back, stretching out the vowels, watching her face shift with desire.
Should’ve never made yourself a target, Vivienne…
Serving herself to me on a platter, trying to toy with me as if I wouldn’t devour her. And there is that dark little feeling again. I wrapped my hand around her waist as some guy walked by, feeling irritation spike as his head swiveled to look at her.
“Oh wow this is strong,” Viv coughed, face scrunched up. I took a drink of my own—weak.
“Oh shit, I think I gave you mine—I ordered a triple.” I handed her the drink and motioned for her to hand me the other one.
We switched drinks, taking long swigs.
“Much better.” She said, finishing it off. “I don’t know how you do that.” She muttered, tossing the plastic cup into the trashcan near us. She turned to me and nodded her head towards the dance floor. I shrugged and threw back my drink, the warm buzz filling my stomach. I looked over Viv one more time, wondering how she’d behave on the floor. I wanted to see how far she was willing to go for her little joke, savor the ritualistic dance before I feast.
I discarded my cup and grabbed her hand, pulling her onto the dance floor with me. She followed with no hesitation, almost like she was excited to dance with me. It had been so long since I had this sensation, I typically got to avoid it in flings.
The dark urges to protect my prey, claim it as mine and display my ownership. I could already picture the bite marks running down her neck and chest, the marks I’d leave across her back with my nails, hickies covering her thighs...
As we found a comfortable spot on the dance floor she turned her back towards me, shifting her hips with the music. I came up behind her, just like all the couples around us, snaking my hands around to her hips and pulling her into me.
She smiled, moving her hips with more vigor as her hand reached up and caressed my face. I intertwined my fingers with hers, pulling her wrist to my mouth and leaving a soft kiss before dragging my tongue and scraping my teeth across her soft fragrant skin.
She smelled like maraschino cherries and arousal. With the way she pressed her ass into me, and how much she was showing out, I was certain she could feel my cock stiffening through my pants. She turned to face me, her hands rubbing down her chest, gently pulling fabric away from her chest—revealing more to me, showing herself off.
Then her hands travelled to my chest, slowly moving down as she lowered her body, hips rotating hypnotically until she was nearly on the ground. She looked up at me—such a delightful sight, Vivienne on her knees—soon she was slowly shifted upwards, her hand starting at my knee and pulling up my inner thigh as she stood. By the time she was standing fully she had a handful of my cock, and a smug smile on her face.
“Enjoying yourself?” She leaned up to speak in my ear. I grabbed her hip in one hand, and the other made its way through her hair, holding her at the nape of her neck.
I crashed my lips against hers, knowing why she looked so smug. I would give her everything she wanted tonight, until she’s a shivering mess unable to move. Her lips parted, her tongue swiping at my lips like she was trying to tempt me to enter. I pulled away, smirking at her.
I leaned down to her ear, letting how a long sigh before speaking, watching her shiver as my hot breath hit her skin. “Not as much as you seem to be. Makes me think maybe you were wanting to take me home?” I bit her ear lobe ever so gently before licking the delicate skin of her neck. The way she pressed her body into me, her legs straddling mine hips pressing against me with a deep hunger.
I did something to excite her.
“We’re not leaving yet, so get back to shaking that sweet ass on me.” I pulled her hips into me, grinding her cunt against my leg. Her lips parted but music drowned out any noise she made. She gave me a lustful look before turning around again, a bit more risqué in her dancing. Her hips gyrated against me, like she was unhappy at my refusal to take her home this second. She was taunting me, wanting to rile me up.
It’s working, Viv.
I returned the favor, hands on her hips, pulling her into me, dancing into her rhythm, grinding into her sweet spots. I could see her back tense each time she felt it too, her body betraying the calm and collected persona she was putting on when I pressed my erection into her.
I leaned my head against hers, my mouth by her ear as I let my hand travel a bit further down, cupping the sides of her ass. My fingers teased at the edge of the dress—like I was going to pull it up and fuck her right there in front of everyone and let them all watch her writhe for me. So they all know she’s mine.
“Kai,” She whined, pulling on the collar of my shirt. I grabbed her wrist and kissed her fingers.
“Yes, Vivienne?” I cooed, pulling her close and letting my fingers graze against her spine as she pushed her back into me. Her name tasted divine on my tongue.
“Can I have another drink?” She looked almost hesitant to ask. I kissed her fingers again, letting my tongue slip between them. I teased and traced her skin slowly, before pulling away and flashing her a smile.
“You can have whatever you want. Do you want to come with me, or I bring it here?” I ran my hand down her hips, slowly rubbing the curve of her body.
“Bring it here?” She smiled, relaxing a bit. She’d have to get used to that treatment; it’s too late for her to get away from me now. By the time I was done, she’d have no desire to anyway.
She doesn’t even know how far this web is now weaved—connected by her happenstance action. Sealing her fate with her own whimsy, her future shows her under me every moment I can have it. My cock was already aching against my pants; all I could think of was the sweet taste of her nectar. A forbidden fruit I wanted all to myself.
I got to the bar, realizing she didn’t tell me what she wanted. A devious idea came over me as the bartender approached.
“Hey, can I get two lemon drops, a coke, and a sex on the beach—triple.” The bartender nodded and went off to make the drinks. I looked back towards the dance floor, Viv had just continued dancing, watching her on the floor was enchanting. Her ass moved like water, her hips gyrated smoothly, her body moved fluidly to the music.
My eyes stayed trained on her ass, thoughts of what it’d look like as I fucked her filled my mind. Would it ripple with each thrust, shake wildly, or even bounce and clap against me? I was losing myself in fantasies about the rest of my night when the bartender came to collect payment.
I slipped my card to him while I watched her enjoy herself, imagining her wiggling hips and waist as she came. Maybe next time get the remote control out, make her cum on the dance floor…
The image of her tied up and forced to cum repeatedly overtook me. The second I had my card back in my wallet I walked over with our drinks, plan already in motion.
I handed her the shot, and the sex on the beach. We raised the shot glasses together before throwing them back. She started drinking to wash the taste down and I could see her face morph.
“Oh, that’s strong.” She grimaced. I took a drink of mine too, feigning disgust and nodding.
“Most be that time of night, mines really strong too.” I shook my head and started chugging. She had no idea it was only a soda; I wanted to be a bit more aware of myself if I was going to give into this temptation.
And just like clockwork she followed suit. The best prey always are the ones you can predict, after all.
She does it because she can’t commit—I do it because I commit a bit too much. A lot easier to let go of simple flings… But Vivienne wasn’t a fling. She was a long-term friend and confidant—the claws of those demons have already sunk into me. I would be letting those dark thoughts take root for just a while, I could work on fighting them off after I filled her.
She stumbled a bit as she finished her drink, I took the cup from her and discarded the plastics. She stumbled again, into me. She clung onto my arms, all of her weight leaning against my chest.
