She moaned again before saying, “You had me at sweet thing.”

“Fuck,” I growled. Grabbing her hand, I led her out of the club and to my bike.

This was going to be the fastest ride I’d ever fucking taken.

***

I unlocked the door and pushed it open, dragging Velvet behind me. She stumbled and giggled which was strange. I’d never heard her giggle before. Stopping my mad rush to the bedroom, I looked at her. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

Her sexy smile turned me on even more if that was possible. “Not really; just a little bit tipsy.”

Yeah, like fuck she was only a little bit tipsy. Shit. I couldn’t take advantage of her when she was drunk. I raked my hand through my hair and told my dick to shut the hell up when he screamed at me to keep going. “Velvet, I can’t fuck you like this.”

Confusion crossed her face. “Like what?” Her hands landed on my ass as she said this and shit, it felt fucking amazing. My two heads were engaged in a screaming match right about now.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you like I haven’t wanted to fuck a woman ever, but I don’t want to do it when you’re drunk and not thinking straight.”

One of her hands moved around to rub my crotch and I groaned in pleasure. “Nash, don’t be a pussy. Just fuck me. It’s what you do, so do me.”

“Velvet, you’re different. We’re friends and I don’t think you’d want this if you were sober.” I couldn’t believe the fucking words coming out of my mouth. Since when did I give a fuck about shit like that?

She scowled. “You’d be surprised what I want from you when I’m sober.”

Christ, what did that mean?

I hesitated, and she used that moment to thrust her body closer to mine, grinding herself against me. I fought to contain my hard on. My resolve was seriously struggling; if she kept this shit up, I doubted I could restrain myself from throwing her over my shoulder and taking her to bed.

“Nash, for fuck’s sake, we’re adults and both know what we want. If you don’t take care of me tonight, I’m just going to go and find some random guy to do it.”

Hell, no fucking way was she doing that. I’d take care of her before I’d let another guy get his hands on her. “You just remember you fuckin’ said that, okay?” I growled, and resumed dragging her towards my bedroom.

When we hit the bedroom, I spun around and pulled her roughly to me. My mouth came down on hers and I devoured her with my lips and tongue. She tasted of bourbon and smelt like some kind of lolly I couldn’t quite work out in my lust filled haze. I ran my hands down her back and over her ass, letting one hand slide down between her ass cheeks. I slightly parted her legs while at the same time, lifting her closer to me. She moaned into my mouth and her tongue frantically sought mine.

We kissed each other for another heat filled few minutes before I pulled my mouth from hers. I moved one of my hands around to her front and slid it under her dress, in search of her panties. Quickly finding what I was looking for, I slipped a finger into the wetness that was her pussy. With the hand I had behind her, I tilted her ass so that her pussy lifted up and forward, and she whimpered at the pleasure that caused.

“You like that, baby?”

Nodding, she begged, “Please, don’t stop.”

I brushed my lips against hers again before promising, “There’s no chance of that, sweet thing.”

My finger continued to trace the inside of her pussy and I added another while using my thumb to massage her clit. Her head lolled back, and her mouth spread out in a sexy smile before she bit her lip. Fuck, I craved those teeth on me. I dipped my head to her neck and licked a trail up to her lips. She opened her mouth and let me in, and I took it; I took everything she offered and more. My fingers worked harder and faster; the need to make her come consumed me. I was so fucking turned on by the sight of her writhing in pleasure, the smell of sex in the air and the sounds she was making that my mind was exploding like fucking fireworks on New Years.

Her pussy tightened and convulsed around my fingers as she found her release. When she orgasmed, she cried out my name and it was the sweetest fucking thing I’d ever heard. My dick banged against my pants, demanding to be let out, but my mouth won out in it’s intense desire to taste her.

I held her tighter as she sagged against me. “My mouth wants your cunt, Velvet,” I rasped.

Her eyes found mine and she smiled again. She brought her face closer and flicked her tongue out to lick my lips before pleading with me, “It’s all yours, Nash. You have no idea how much I want your lips on me and your tongue in me.”

A growl escaped from my chest, and then I gave her what we both wanted.

I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress up. The sight that greeted me nearly made me blow my load on the spot. A strip of black lace barely covered her pussy and a bow sat at the top of it. Like a fucking present for me to unwrap. Gripping her ass with both hands, I pulled her to my mouth. Her scent was intoxicating and I couldn’t hold myself back; I inhaled her pussy and memorised the smell so I could remember it in times of need.

Her hand clutched my head and desperate fingers pulled my hair; pulled my face closer to her. I wasn’t arguing; my need was as frantic as hers. The strip of black lace hit the ground less than a minute later and Velvet’s glory was revealed to me. I feasted on the sight for a moment before I moved in to enjoy the feast with my mouth.