Ignoring whatever else was happening on the dance floor, which included a mosh pit and a Princess Leia climbing on top of a blue Power Ranger, Lillian stepped up to him. She positioned his hands on her waist and put her arms around his neck. Alcohol was making her brave. “Only touch what I tell you to.”
They started moving to the music and the alcohol was definitely hitting her, because she couldn’t stop imagining what it was like to kiss him.
His mouth was too far away, so instead she got on her tiptoes and licked his neck.
That had an effect because he jerked, and his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him. Then he paused, frozen still.
“I’m sorry,” he mouthed and took his hands back.
It took her a second to understand his meaning. He hadn’t asked permission to touch her butt, therefore he moved his hands.
Without thinking, she smacked one of his hands. “Bad.”
“Oh, Sister,” he leaned forward, his mouth near her ear but not touching, “I have been bad. You ought to punish me.”
The music played on, forgotten, because she stretched up to bite his lip.
The Man in Black swung her into his arms for a kiss.
If there was a tidal wave made of hormones, Lillian was drowning. Or the alcohol went wild. Tough to tell. Either way, the world dissolved.
He tasted good, like the jungle juice and whatever it was that made kissing a guy magic.
They weren’t dancing anymore, and his hands ran up and down her back. Her body did its thing where it went pliable and molded itself to his harder, firmer body. And the Man in Black had an erection.
More heat swept through her, reminding her of how tight her bra felt. She pulled back and glanced around them. No one seemed to care what they were doing on the dance floor.
In fact, her measly kiss was nothing compared to what Princess Leia and the blue Power Ranger were doing. It was a miracle they still had their clothes on.
Lucky them.
The thought focused her. She wanted to have that, even if it was just for the night.
“Come home with me,” she dragged his head to her level and whispered in his ear.
“Okay,” he answered. “Pull the trigger.”
Her own boldness surprised her, as did his agreement. Then again, what guy said no to random no-strings stranger sex? In the past, she had been the one to say ‘no.’
“Come.” She grabbed his hand and walked off the dance floor. While her intention was to head outside for an Uber, she changed her mind. “Get me another drink.”
He might have been at ease with this, but she would require additional liquid courage. She was taking a stranger home for the first time. She didn’t want to worry about what she said, whether her butt was too big or her waist wasn’t skinny enough, or that she had stretch marks on her dark skin since adolescence when she’d grown too quickly.
“As you wish.”
Minutes later, he came back with a fresh cup. She noticed it was only half full. “Where is the rest of it?”
“I drank it.”
“You drank it?”
“There is enough alcohol in this to give an elephant a hangover.” He batted his eyes coquettishly. “Of course, I didn’t listen well. You might have to hit me a little harder with the ruler. I’ve been bad.”
Chapter3
They took an Uber to her apartment.
She let him into her eat-in kitchen and living room. Her place was a two-bedroom, one and a half bath right where the bad side of Cleveland met the good. Gentrification had nibbled away at the edges, resulting in new buildings such as this one.
