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  Sarah Brooks

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  Ryan

  I know what I want and I wanted to fuck her. Not like a college boy who wants to have a sweet little fling. I wanted to fuck her, hard and dirty. She was a tiny thing, maybe 5’4” tall, but her tits were insane. Large and flowing from her little club dress.

  Her dress was shorter than she was comfortable with, I could tell. Every time I looked at her she was grabbing at the hem and pulling it down. That sexy little ass of hers almost peeking out on a few occasions.

  I was hard imagining my cock thrusting into that hot ass. It was going to be mine someday, I already knew that.

  The two girls behind me were not very stealth. I could hear them trying to get up the nerve to talk to me for at least five minutes.

  “Just say Hi, I know it’s him,” the slutty little brunette said.

  “I can’t do it. It’s Ryan King, he is too hot,” the other said.

  Oh, get it over with already you little tarts. Yes, I’m Ryan King. Yes, I defendant Roger Stone, the infamous football player charged with murder. I cannot even remember the number of times I’ve had women think that their admiration would interest me.

  “Hi, um… are you Ryan King?” The blonde tart asked.

  “He is Ryan, you don’t have to ask him. It’s obvious,” the brunette added.

  I liked her a little more than the blonde. Simple common sense was better than utter brainlessness. But that redhead across the club still had my cock hard for her. Her voluptuous body was much more my thing. I liked to have something to grab onto. Hips, thighs, and tits were a thousand times better than a stick thin Barbie model.

  I kept my eyes fixated on the sexy little redhead; she had looked my way a few times but no eye contact yet. I would know if she was my type for sure, only after our eyes locked.

  “I’m sure you get this a lot, but we are big fans,” the blonde said.

  “Actually I find it strange that you would be a fan of a lawyer,” I said.

  Soon, it would happen soon. I watched her ass moving on that dance floor, there was only a matter of time before my gaze sunk in and she felt the need to look.

  There, yes that’s it baby girl. I locked eyes with her and instantly felt it. She would be mine by the end of the night.

  “Oh, we mean you are such a good lawyer and you would be good to learn from.”

  “Are you law students?” I asked with a level of amusement.

  “No. English and Marketing.”

  “Have a good night.”

  I tried not to be overly mean, but they weren’t my type and I never liked to waste my time or anyone else. They would surely find themselves a self-absorbed college boy to occupy their nights.

  I left and made my way to the other side of the club to get a closer look at the girl I would be inside by the end of the night.

  Jennifer

  He stood over at the bar with two sexy girls on either side of him. Both the girls were more than I could ever imagine being able to compete with. One was blonde and maybe a size zero, the other brunette with a similarly small waist. God I was so tired of being surrounded by these college coeds. I really couldn’t wait to get out into the world and at least have a chance with some guys.

  All summer break I spent hanging out with my friends who managed to take any guy I even thought I might have a chance with. It wasn’t their fault. We all look the way we do and there isn’t much we can do about that.

  But these girls I hang out with, they always caught the eye of men way before I could seduce them with my witty personality and humor.

  He stood there like nothing in the world bothered him. Just enjoying his drink and smiling at the girls who were with him.

  There was something about him though; I found it hard not to look at him. But I bet a lot of the girls in the club that night had looked at him. He looked like he could star in movies, but was too cool for that. Instead, he stood at the end of the bar with women draped over his arms and a whiskey in his hand.

  He carried himself with confidence, not the typical confidence that cocky men get. This guy’s confidence was beyond what I had ever seen. He didn’t need to look around for his friends if he was meeting someone. He would just wait for them to find him.

  The cool nature of his demeanor wasn’t the only thing that caught my attention. That chiseled body was a sure fire distraction. His button up shirt tried to disguise his muscles, but that was near impossible. The hard body under his clothes made his clothes lay on him in an entirely different way than other people's clothes looked.

  Standing at probably six feet tall, he was the perfect height. I liked my men tall and he was certainly dark and handsome. His brown hair was trimmed tight at his collar, but the top was a bit longer and unconventional.

  He looked like he had finished a long day at work and was just out to get a drink before crashing in bed for the night.

  The two girls that stood next to him seemed very interested in him, yet he didn’t look at them at all.

  This dress is entirely too small for me.

  It’s hard to even enjoy myself when I’m always worrying about my body popping out of this thing. I would have preferred to wear jeans and a cute top, but Rose would have killed me. Her passion for the latest fashions had been my cross to deal with all summer long. Never could we go out to a club and just have fun, she always insisted that I dress up with her. It was torturous.

  I couldn’t help but try and take another peek at that hunk of a man by the bar. He certainly was the most interesting guy in the club.

  My imagination swelled with thoughts of him. I didn’t normally dare to think of a man as delicious as he was. But there was something about him, on this night that caught my imagination.

  He looked at me and I got wet instantly. Soaked with desire to have him look at me like that naked, I’m delusional I know; a guy like that doesn’t go after a girl like me. It’s a nice thought though…a very nice thought.

  I look away. There’s no reason to keep looking at something I will never have.

  The alcohol intake had me at my limit and yet I didn’t want to leave. This was our last night out before law classes started back up tomorrow.

  The summer had gone by so fast, way too fast. I didn’t want to go back to school but, on the other hand, I thought it w
as a necessity that I push forward and finish. It’s my last year of law school and probably going to be the hardest.

  I still feel like I knew nothing.

  The internship and supervision we would get the first semester should really help solidify the type of law I wanted to go into. I just hoped I don’t get a jerk for a supervisor. I had heard there were a couple really mean teachers and a couple pretty cool ones.

  I needed just one more drink. If I have more than that, I wouldn’t be able to get home on my own.

  I headed up to the bar to get a drink and glanced over to where the hunky guy was at, but he’s gone now. It was better that way. I didn’t need to waste my time flirting with some hunk that would only humor me and then leave me feeling worse than I already did about my self.

  As I ordered my cranberry sour drink, he was suddenly right there beside me.

  “She doesn’t want that. Give her an Irish Car Bomb,” he says as he looked me directly in the eyes.

  The power of his gaze was felt instantly. I couldn’t breathe. He was standing there only a foot away from me.

  “Oh, I don’t know. That sounds like more than I can handle.”

  “Yes, it is hard to handle.”

  The way those words slid off his tongue I knew he wasn’t talking about the drink. His eyes were filled with desire and I couldn’t help but want him too.

  My face flushed with red at his words and I wanted to give a witty comeback, but nothing came to mind. Instead, I just stood there watching the bartender make my drink. He poured a shot of whiskey, a shot of bailey’s and poured them into a cup of Guinness.

  His body next to mine made me hot, both physically and erotically. I don’t think I can remember another man who could stand next to me and set my entire body into overdrive like he did. It was like every cell in my body started to shake.

  “Are you here with a party?” He asked me.

  His voice was like silk, smooth and sexy as hell. I wanted to press my body against his. It was like a physical urge that I couldn’t stop. He was so close to me. His eye so penetratingly seductive.

  A girl like me didn’t get a drink from a guy like this. My brain froze as I searched for the answer to his question. Why was he talking to me? Surely he had something better to do than pitty flirt with a girl like me.

  “I’m here with friends,” I managed to get out while trying to keep my breath calm.

  “You should drink that,” he said as he looked down at the drink the bartender had placed in front of me.

  “I’m not really a fan of Guinness or Whiskey, a bit of an incident my freshman year,” I joked.

  “Drink it.”

  His voice was demanding, but his eyes were eating me up with desire. I felt an urge to do as he asked and I drank it.

  The burning in my throat and stomach was intense. More than I had ever felt since most of my alcoholic drinking experience had been frilly girl drinks. His eyes stayed on me while I drank, so I just kept drinking.

  Until it was all gone.

  My body stopped shaking and I felt a sense of calm, finally.

  “Yeah, are you going to carry me out of here when I pass out? That was a strong drink,” I laughed.

  But when my eyes met his my laughing stopped.

  “I’d have no problem with that.”

  Of course, he wouldn’t. This guy was cool as a cucumber and wasn’t about to let some silly college girl throw him off his game.

  He had to be in his mid-thirties, but damn he looked good. Better than any of the juvenile college guys I spent time with. It wasn’t just about his clothes either. This hunk had a well taken care of body. Every aspect seemed perfectly defined and ready for the cover of some men’s clothing magazine. Even his skin was well taken care of with a soft glow and youthful tone.

  His hand reached up to the bar and touched mine.

  My brain sent and instant signal to my pussy to get wet. I couldn’t control it. He had some sort of power that was indescribable. His muscular body towered over me and all I could think about was what he would feel like on top of me. Thrusting inside of me while I let my hands play with the muscles of his chest.

  “Jen, come back and dance,” Rose said as she tried to drag me away from the bar.

  My gaze had been so transfixed on this hunk that I had not noticed Rose, who had made her way from the dance floor to drag me away from this hunk of a man.

  Then she realized the incredibly hot guy that was standing next to me was flirting with me. She looked at me and then back at the hunk. A smile came across her face.

  “Just a second,” I said.

  It was over now for sure. Rose was skinny and hot, the guys flocked to her and she treated them like shit. They kept coming back for more though. This hunk of a guy was surely about to switch his focus, now that Rose had presented herself.

  “Oh, hello,” Rose said as she thrust her chest toward him and put on the charm for the hunk.

  “You two ladies enjoy your night.”

  He gave me one last look and was gone.

  “What was he doing? That was pretty rude.”

  “Oh, he seemed nice enough. Let’s go dance,” I said as I pulled Rose back to the dance floor.

  The surge of alcohol had me dancing without a care in the world. It was great for about thirty minutes. My body moved and pulsed to every song. I felt the music flow through my body like we were in perfect unison.

  I glance around the room while I danced, hoping to find a glimpse of the hot hunk again, but he had disappeared.

  Then my body decided I had had enough. The room spun and I just needed to get home to my bed. I hat hit my proverbial wall and I knew it. Actions had to be taken quickly so I could make it home and into my bed before I couldn’t move another muscle.

  “I’m going to catch a cab and get some sleep,” I said to Rose.

  “I’m going to party all night,” she said with her usual high level of exuberance.

  “Alright, see you tomorrow at class.”

  I turned a little too quickly and almost fell straight to the ground. But there was a powerful set of arms that wrapped around me and held me up.

  It was him.

  He was there, supporting me and preventing me from doing a face plant. I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t know what was going on. But I certainly needed to slow down and move with more precision.

  The smell of his body was intoxicating. Even more so than the five drinks I had consumed for the night. His touch was like a drug. I instantly wanted more and more of it.

  I don’t think I had ever been so close to a man that took that good of care of himself. His body was perfection. My hands pressed up against his chest and the body underneath was like a rock. Hard and only a few inches away from mine.

  “Let’s get you to a chair to sit down Ms. Ballerina.”

  My brain was frozen and I couldn’t really respond just yet. Was this actually happening? Did this guy really just swoop in a rescue me from a fall?

  The guys I typically hung out with were too busy on their cell phones to be bothered with rescuing a woman in distress.

  “Thank you,” I said as he helped me into a chair in the corner of the club.

  He pulled up another chair and sat right in front of me. But instead of staying a reasonable distance away, he pressed in close. So close that his knees touched mine.

  “You should let me take you home.”

  He drilled into me with his eyes. I wanted to look away, but it was physically impossible to resist him.

  “I can’t do that. I’ll call a cab.”

  “What?” He said as he leaned in closer.

  His hands gentled placed on my knees to support himself as he leaned in.

  “I’m going to just call a cab,” I yelled with as much force as I could muster.

  “What?”

  Then, instead of leaning in even more, he spread my legs and pulled his chair up so it almost touched mine. His knees pressed in between mine and my legs wrapped
tightly around the outside of his.

  My dress couldn’t stand the pressure and quickly slid up the few inches that were left, exposing my pink lace panties.

  I saw him look down at them and lick his lips.

  I grabbed my purse and put it in my lap, but his hand stopped me. He pressed the purse away and to the side of me. I wanted to protest, but the look in his eyes filled me so full of excitement I didn’t want it to end.

  His desire for me dripped off of him and I liked it. I liked the way he looked at me. I liked the feel of his hands on my knees. I even liked how he forced my purse to the side of me so he could look at what he wanted to.

  His hand landed on my thigh and he looked straight at my panties, then up to meet my eyes.

  The power of his hand on my thigh was more than my body could handle. Moisture soaked me with desire.

  “So I can’t take you home and fuck you in your bed tonight?” He said as he moved his other hand to my other thigh.

  My brain couldn’t think. Did he just say what I thought he said? I must have misheard him, a guy like him doesn’t ask to take a girl like me home for the night.

  I sat there with this incredibly ridiculous man spreading my legs wide, right in the middle of the dance club. He didn’t seem to care if anyone saw him. He didn’t look around at others or seem uncomfortable at all.

  I, on the other hand, I was uncomfortable.

  No man had ever looked at me like that. Certainly none had ever said he wanted to bring me to bed and fuck me. I didn’t know how to respond. There were no right words to describe how I felt right then.

  I knew I should run. This guy could be an ax murderer or something. His arrogance was sexy, but also a sure sign I wouldn’t want to date such a person. Yet my body couldn’t get up and walk away.

  The touch of his hands on my thighs made me stunned with excitement.

  “No. you can’t take me home,” I finally muttered.

  His hands did not take that answer as a refusal. His right hand moved quickly up my thigh and slid under my panties before I knew it.