She saw him from across the room and knew she wanted to get to know him
After the song I was dancing to was over, I decided that a drink sounded really good right now. My throat was dry and so was my mouth. I walked up to the bar and stood next to the mystery man. “What will it be miss?” the bartender Ricky asked.
“Water. My throat’s dry like a fucking desert,” I replied sitting down as the next song started.
Ricky got me a glass of water and I handed him my debit card saying, “Keep this coming and put it on my card.”
He pocketed my card before saying, “Got it Nikki.”
I took a good drink of my glass before my mystery man said, “Hello miss.”
I looked over at him and said, “Hello.”
“I’m Robert. But everyone just calls me Bob,” he said introducing himself.
“I’m Nicole. And, like yourself, everyone calls me Nikki,” I said introducing myself. He looked good up close.
“Well Nikki, would you like to join me on the dance floor? I haven’t seen anyone as pretty as you to dance with,” he said.
I nodded before finishing off my water. He took my hand and led me onto the dance floor before coming up behind me and placing his hands on my waist as we danced, hips moving together. I placed my hands on top of his and just moved my body with the music and Bob’s body. His arms felt as muscular as they looked and I couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms. I don’t know how long we had been dancing, but by the time we stopped, a different song was done. The two of us walked back to the bar, my hand in his, and we sat where we were sitting earlier.
“Tell me about yourself,” Bob said giving me all of his attention as three girls in skirts that you could see their asses in and halter tops showing way too much cleavage passed by eyeing him.
I smiled before saying, “Well, I’m 23, I’m a photographer, I went to the Academy of Art University in San Francisco and got my degree in photography there, my folks are divorced and I haven’t talked to my pops since I graduated high school, I like to draw and rearrange rooms at random, I’m really talkative, and I’m a huge dog person. But I still love cats. You?”
“I’m 27 years old, I’m the drummer for My Chemical Romance, I was originally the sound tech guy for The Used, I’m from Chicago, and I like cats. But dogs are cool too,” he replied.
I looked at him for a minute and said, “Well, that’s cool.”
“Yeah,” he said. We sat and talked for a while when I started to feel like dancing again. And it was a huge urge to dance.
“Do you want to dance some more?” I asked.
He looked at me for a moment and replied, “Sure.”
We walked out to the dance floor again, me leading him this time. We walked right into the middle of it when Bob got behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his body against me. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear.
I smiled before laying my hands on his as we rocked our hips to the beat of the music. I started grinding to the next song that played when I felt…um…something. I looked behind me to see Bob looking a little flustered. He noticed that I was looking at him and he smiled before saying, “Um…I have a…you know…problem.”
I giggled a little and said, “I can tell.”
I looked at him for a moment before asking, “Your place or mine?”
“Well, seeing as my place is an apartment with four other guys, your place,” he replied.
I nodded as we walked back up to the bar and I got my debit card from Ricky. Afterwards, we walked outside and towards a black Dodge Ram. We were barely in the truck for five minute when I suddenly kissed Bob. He kissed me back and put a hand on the back of my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed for what seemed like forever when we stopped and he asked, “Where’s your place at?”
“662 Washington Avenue,” I replied.
He nodded before starting his truck and drove off the lot and onto the road.
When he pulled up to my apartment complex, he sat there looking up at it. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head before asking, “What floor do you live on?”
“The very top. I like to go out and sit on the roof whenever I’m alone,” I told him.
He shook his head and said, “My apartment is the top floor as well.”
I looked at him and said, “At least you don’t have far to go in the morning.”
He nodded before turning the truck off. He got out and ran over to my side of the truck before opening my door. I got out and the two of us walked casually into the building, seeing as Bob still had a ‘problem’. We got in the elevator and pushed the highest numbered button when Bob slammed me against the wall and started attacking my neck with kisses, biting every now and then. I brought his face up to mine and kissed him as fiercely as possible. He pinned my hands above my head with one hand and put his other hand on my waist, bringing me closer to his body.
When the elevator got to our floor, we rushed out and towards my apartment, his hand in mine. I got my key out of my pocket and unlocked my apartment before dragging Bob inside. I got the door closed for only a second when I was slammed against my door and had Bob’s body pressed against mine as we kissed. His tongue licked my bottom lip, begging entrance. Complying, I let his tongue enter my mouth as our tongues battled for dominance. I broke the kiss and panted, “Bed.”
He nodded before I led him to my room, stopping to make-out. Somewhere between the front door and my room we both lost our shirts.
When we got into my room, I closed the door again and led Bob over to my queen-sized bed. I laid down on the bed as Bob laid on me and started to kiss my neck and occasional bite as well. He had one hand on my waist and the other one was on my back as he tried to unclasp my bra with one hand. After many failed attempts, he took his hand off of my waist and used it to undo my bra with both of his hands.
“Stupid bra with their fucking claspy things and inability to be able to fucking open them with a single fucking hand mother fucker,” he said as he repeatedly failed at the task of unclasping my bra.
I sat up the best I could, took his hands off of my bra clasp, and unclasped my bra with both hands, letting the straps fall down my arms. “Happy?” I asked taking the bra off of my arms and throwing it somewhere on the floor.
He nodded before attacking my neck with kisses and bites while having one hand on my waist and the other kneading my breast painfully slow, causing me to moan out. He looked up at me from my neck before kissing me passionately on the lips and placing both of his hands on my waist, bringing me closer to his body. I could feel his hard-on pressing into my lower stomach.
I broke the kiss before rolling him onto his back. I straddled him as I started undoing his pants as painfully slow as possible, lighting brushing over his erection with my hand. He bucked his hips up as well as he could, but I pushed them back down as I got his jeans past his hips, leaving him in his boxers. I got off of him and pulled his pants off and threw them onto the floor before getting back on top of him and kissing him. He rolled me over onto my back and started to undo my pants without breaking our kiss. He ground his hips into mine as the undid my pants as hard as he could, causing both of us to moan into the kiss. When he got my pants undone, he got off of me and pulled them down, leaving me in my red and black underwear. Smirking, he came back to me and laid on top of me before running his thumbs under the elastic of my underwear. I shocked him by rolling him onto his back and I started to mess with the elastic on his boxers as he arched his back. I slowly started to pull his boxers down, my eyes never leaving his as I did so.
When his boxers were off, I threw them somewhere on my bedroom floor and laid down next to him. I smiled at him as he rolled me onto my back and started kissing down my body until he reached my underwear. He took the elastic of my underwear into his mouth and pulled down my underwear with his teeth while keeping his eyes on mine as he did so.
He got back on top of me as soon as he threw my underwear on the floor and attacked my neck with kisses. I put my hand in his short hair before whispering, “Take me.”
He looked up at me before smiling and said, “As you wish.” He positioned himself in between my legs before slowly entering me. I let out a soft moan as he slowly started to move in and out of me.
“Oh Bob. Right there. Oh God don’t stop,” I said wrapping my legs around his waist so I could pull him closer to me. He smiled before going at a faster pace, making my back arch as he did so.
I ran my nails down his back as he thrust into me. “Harder,” I said.
He complied, thrusting into me harder and deeper with each thrust. I ran my nails down his back and bucked my hips as he kept thrusting into me as hard as he could, making moan out loader than I thought I ever could.
“God you feel so good,” he said before attacking my neck with kisses.
“Oh Bob right there. God you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” I moaned.
I guess the last comment made Bob happy because he started thrusting faster and even harder than I thought possible.
“Oh Bob I’m gonna…oh so close,” I said tightening my legs around him, bringing him closer to me.
“Oh Nikki me, too,” he said. He thrust into me a few more times before I finally came around him. He came after a few thrusts, burying his face into my neck so he wouldn’t be so loud. We laid there breathing heavily for a bit when Bob pulled out of me and laid down beside me. I laid on my side and said, “Wow.”
“Yeah,” he said putting an arm around my waist lazily. I smiled before scooting closer to him and buried my face in his chest. We laid there for a minute when a knock on the door interrupted our moment.
I sighed and said, “I’ll be back.”
“Okay,” he said. I gave him a quick kiss before going over to the door. I grabbed my robe and put it on as I left the room. I had it tied when I reached the door. I opened it to fine my neighbor Gerard standing there looking as tired as fuck.
“Hey Gerard,” I said letting him in.
He walked in and asked, “You busy?”
I shook my head before replying, “You came by just in time.”
He nodded when I heard Bob ask, “Gee? What are you doing here?”
We turned around to see Bob standing in the door way with his boxers on. Gerard looked from me to Bob and back to me before saying, “Well, I see you two have already met.” He looked over at Bob and said, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Bob-o-san. Night.”
Gerard left when I asked, “You live with Gerard?”
He nodded when sudden realization hit me. “Oh yeah. MCR drummer. Duh. God I feel dumb,” I said.
He walked over and hugged me before saying, “Come on. You look tired and worn out.”
“Well, it’s kind of our own fault. I guess I am a little tired,” I said hugging him back.
He kissed the top of my head and said, “Come on. Let’s go and lay down.”
We stopped hugging and walked back into the bed room before I took off my robe and slipped into a pair of boy short underwear and a loose button - up shirt. I laid down next to Bob and snuggled with him before saying, “Good night.”
“’Night Nikki. I’m glad I met you tonight,” he said.
“Dido,” I said before falling into a pleasant, dreamless sleep.