She grinned as her head tilted back, soaking in his touch. Dakota knew better than to let things go too far -she really wasn't as naive as Colton took her- but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy what she could have.
Comfortably straddling his lap so that her skirt fanned out over his legs, his jeans scratched at her thighs but she didn't mind. His hands wandered the bare skin of her legs, hitching her breath slightly as he ran them up to her hips and one snaked to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Even as he showered her in kisses she wanted his lips on hers again, reveling in the sparks he created in her mind. She didn't tell him that though -most men were not turned on by a twenty year old girl with zero dating experience.
Her hands ran up his arms, resting on his shoulders until she caught up the courage to run one through his hair, enjoying the soft dark locks between her fingers. As her hand came down the back of his hair she fisted the long shaggy locks, pulling so his head tilted up towards hers. Dakota had never done anything so brazen and it made her feel in control of the situation, an odd feeling she rarely got around men.
Her mouth was on his in an instant, crushing his lips as her tongue played with his, breathing in his scent. She was happy he didn't wear cologne - perfumes and cologne killed wolves noses, messing their sense of smell up. The club normally reeked of it with the amount of sleazy men prowling, but it really only affected her when they got too close.
I'm impressed.
Her long, manicured fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him expertly as he reacted, his hands jumping to her groin. Her breath caught, her eyes closing as he worked his thumb, desire growing inside her despite her efforts to keep a level head. Nya didn't want to like this as much as she was -she didn't want to find her childhood friend attractive. Yet she was, and her body was vibrating for him, desire and pleasure pooling together. Her fingers gripped his massive erection harder, stroking up and down quickly as his fingers pleased her. His other hand was still teasing her breasts, making her nipples pucker at his rough fingers.
Holy fuck, she thought, refusing to make a sound. It seemed to encourage him more, like her silence was a challenge and Colton wanted her to moan. Part of this felt like a game, trying to gain control over the other, but part of this was their primal souls clashing together, craving sex.
Before logic and reason ruined her mood Nya let go and moved her hands to his chest, shoving him hard backwards so he fell on the wall length couch. It was specially made, so that it was longer and could fit people sitting as well as lying down both comfortably. Nya had pushed him in a way that left him sitting up his eyes glued to hers.
Normally the middle of the room held a coffee table but in their rush it had been pushed into the couch and out of the way, giving her room to saunter towards him. The hunt was as exciting as the kill, as she knew, so holding off reaching him only anticipated things. By now her mind had shut off the rest of the real world, her senses restricted to their private room. Phoenix and Kyli were oblivious and she didn't need to hear Dakota making out a few rooms down. Her ears continued to bring in the sounds of the club in case anything posed a threat, but she wasn't actively paying attention.
All her attention was on the man sitting before her, watching her hips sway to the music as she came closer. She wanted control, wanted not just his primal side but his whole mind stuck to her, wanting her. It was the siren in her, craving that worship during sex, always wanting to be addicting to the man, to know they were the best. Even with Colton she craved it, and sex was so much better when they were begging for it.
As her hips swayed to the music she peeled off her top, revealing her braless chest. The top had held up her breasts fine enough, but now she dropped it to the floor, leaving only her leather mini skirt on as a tease, and her thick heels. She spun and swayed, nearing him as she danced
for him. She could feel his eyes, and it made her grin wickedly. Weaving her fingers through her hair she got close enough to touch before stepping back just out of reach, her hips swinging left and right hypnotically. Her mother had given her belly dancing lessons once as a joke -not that her father would ever know- and three sessions later Nya could perfectly toss her hips and roll her stomach seductively for any man she chose to privately dance for.
She turned so her back faced him, looking back at him over her shoulder with a devilish grin and a finely arched eyebrow before bending down and running her hands up her toned long legs, giving him the perfect view of her ass as she did so.
