Sweet Cotton Candy

I feel the roar of the engine vibrate underneath my chair as it sends seven sensations of adrenaline through my veins. The touch of the leather sits softly against my skin as I take the wheel firmly into my hands. In less than one…two…I slam the pedal to the floor and race out of my driveway from zero to sixty in less than two seconds.

I love the rush of a fast car as it sends the vibrations through my core; for only but a second, I can say it feels better than sex; no woman will ever give me the rush that this beast does.

Soon I find myself racing through the streets underneath the bright lights to the very place I find myself every night. Pulling up in front of the valet, I slide one tight ass covered in black designer jeans with a matching button-up shirt, showing far more chest than is probably required.

As I saunter my way past the long cue, straight through the door, I ascend the stairs that will take me to the private lounge. This here, this is my playground. This is where I thrive; this is where I am Xavien Caruso, the man that all your desires are made of. And it is this very man that is determined to settle an itch that a tall brunette set there early this morning, just thinking of that little red dress, is sending me raging again.

Well, this does not go unnoticed by my dear friend that has nothing but a big smirk on his face that is begging to be slapped away. “Connor, if you do not remove that thing from your face, then I will gladly do it for you.”

He most embarrassedly points at the very sight of what needs a rather big adjustment at present, “Where did you come from?”

“A very frustrating day at the office caused by the most elegant brunette that I have seen.”

“Well,” he waves his hand over to the crowd that is packed to the walls on the dance floor, “There is plenty of brunettes down there, my friend.” Then he gets that godawful smirk again, “Try not to take a blonde home tonight.”

“Yes, that was rather a shock as I so casually spread myself over my bed this morning, but wait,” I pause for the perfect effect. “I nearly took the woman again.”

“Now that would have been a disaster,” he only but bursts out in laughter as he hands me a glass of chilled whiskey.

Then with utmost frustration and raw desire, I scan the floor from one brunette to the other. As I toss my whiskey back to the back of my throat, I only but smile at Connor, “I think I have found something I would love to sink my teeth into.” Pointing at a rather tall brunette with slender legs wrapped in one rather mini dress in the deepest of black, and my favorite part of her body is those red stilettos that will be dropping on my bedroom floor tonight.

So with absolute confidence, not that it is required, I make my way down the stairs and wind through the crowd. As I come up from behind this beauty, that fucking tight ass captivates my eyes; if I only but reach an inch forward, then I will cup them in my hands. And fuck, that is what happens, for a group of men shove themselves past me, forcing my body smack bang into that slender waist.

Now my very first instinct is to wrap these eager hands around that waist; I lean my head only, but an inch away from her ear; I listen as she gasps as my warm breath lingers against her skin.

But god, her scent, lily and vanilla, it takes me back to Miss Winters this morning, Mekayla, now that is a name that I would love to scream as she takes me over and over again with great satisfaction just before I take her to complete ecstasy.

What does take me by complete surprise, this girl whose hands have no travel down her thighs, she has not yet pushed me away, so I push my raging erection into her and start to sway with her to the rhythm of the music.

Then she softly whispers as she leans her head back, “Do you always do this to a woman that you do not know?”

“If I say that I don’t, would you believe a word I say?”

“With those hands, I quite frankly do not care what you say to me.” Her breath starts to stutter and hitch as I rub my hands over that firm ass. And as she whispers softly while my lips find the sensitive parts at the nape of her neck, my hard length grows even more uncomfortable in these tight jeans. “Before I turn around and slap you, please enlighten me who is so brave to feel up a complete stranger.”

I am only but shocked to silence, but then I smile as I wrap my arms around that waist again, feeling her toned stomach underneath her dress, then I slowly whisper in her ear, “Xavien.”

Then from complete nowhere, I only hear her utter in complete surprise, “Oh my god.” As she spins around, I feel a flush burn over my skin, yet I have not let go of my hands that are wrapped around her body.

“Fuck, it is you.”

“Yes, Mr. Caruso. Is this what you do in your spare time?”

“Well, Miss Winters, in fact, this is what I do when I see a gorgeous woman.”

And then it happens as I squeeze her ass that is firmly in my hand, the flat of her hand comes crashing into my cheek. “I am not one of that gorgeous women that you can take advantage of.”

“Now, I do apologize.”

“Ha!” she exclaims at the top of her voice, “Come on, Xavien. You are the female version of a prostitute.”

“Whoa,” I am completely taken aback. “Mekayla, I have been called things before but never a prostitute. Now, do I look like a man that needs to pay for it?”

“Please do not ask me to tell you what you look like.”

Then there, her cheeks turn a light rosy pink, “Shit, you could have so easily been my boss, and here I am insulting you.”

I only but burst out in a rumble from my chest, “Please, I have been done worse things too. I will admit, you are not the first woman that has rejected me.”

“Now, that is something I find very hard to believe.”

However, I truly believe that she is not rejecting me, for these hands are still firmly lying at the small of her back. And yes, this would make for one uncomfortable moment if I was employing her.

“Well,” I lean in and whisper in her ear, watching how her body shivers as she reacts to my presence, “What do you say in joining me for a drink.”

Then she removes my hands and steps two steps back, “You are not my type, Mr. Caruso. But thanks for the chat. I believe you will need to find another helpless soul to take home tonight.”

And with that, she disappears off into the crowd.

“Fuck.”

This is not happening to me.

So I push through the crowd again, following that scent of lily and vanilla. Then just as I am about to lose hope, I see her in front of me, swaying that body ever so seductively down to the floor, and as she comes up again, I am right there behind her.

“Mr. Caruso, I see that you are a determined man.”

“No, Miss Winters, I am a man that does not like to hear the word no.”

“Well,” she spins around on her heels and faces me with those velvety lips pouting as she speaks. “I think you just like to be slapped.”

“Now that you mention it, I do like it a bit rough.”

She is shocked to silence, and I can almost feel her heart beating against her chest. And what else I can feel is my erection pressing into her thigh. I have never felt so good, I am aching, but fuck, I love the way it is agonizing, painfully throbbing. And do I wish that I can conquer her with every inch of me.

This woman is a goddess, and I desire her; I have a burning craving.

And it is this burning craving that presses her into the wall that has now presented itself. My big strong hands are driving deep into her skin. How I wish to lift those legs and lock them around my waist.

As she sees the desire craving in my eyes, she looks deep into my brown eyes and bites down on her lip

“God, don’t do that.”

“Why,” she softly whimpers.

“Because I will kiss you so damn hard you will be floating on air.”

Before I know what overcomes me, I slightly bite into her lip. She tastes so sweet, “Cotton candy,” I mumble underneath my breath. “You taste like cotton candy. Do you have any idea how good it tastes?”

My lips cover her again; I tilt my hips a slight bit upwards and press my throbbing manhood against her thigh again. My hunger is growing out of control; my restraint is near to snap. I am addicted to the sensations that she is inflicting on my body.

Her body starts to tremble as my fingers slide up her thigh. She near stops breathing as I knot my fingers in the seems of her dress. Under a strained voice, she tries to speak, “You are playing with fire Xavien.”

“Maybe I like to get burned.”

“Well, like I said. You are not my type. Now consider this as a small victory that you have rendered me helpless for but a moment.”

“Oh, believe me, I consider this as the best experience I will feel tonight.”

“I am hurt, only for tonight?”

“Well, come sit with me, and then I might prove you wrong.”

I feel like I am burning inside, warmth is shooting to every corner of my body, but the most glorious warmth she is making with her hands as she slides them underneath the buttons of my shirt.

But then she leaves me begging again as she pulls away from me. “As I said, Xavien Caruso, you are not my type.”

And with that, she leaves my body cold and head for the door, and as I rush after her, I seek her outside, but she seems to have disappeared into the night.