Chapter 31
The place comes alive as people start dancing, others dive into the water carelessly. Girls in bikinis are paired with boys with no shirts on, flirting away.
"Have a drink babe." he offers me a red cup and I decline the first time but he insists.
"Please baby, it's just for tonight. Just one, okay? Have fun," he insists.
"Alright babe. Only one." I grab the cup and take a log swig of the alcoholic drink.
Seconds later, I spot a familiar face walking towards us and Blake smiles.
Jim. I thought he said he wasn't coming.
"What's up Tim?" Blake says and I roll my eyes.
"It's Jim, babe," I correct him and he shrugs as Jim walks closer to us.
"Hey man. Congratulations, she's beautiful," he says and I cock my head to one side.
"You decided to pop in tonight huh?" I say and he wears a confused look then smiles.
"Er, yeah. Why not have some fun. Let me get myself a drink. You two, have a great time tonight," he says as the music plays on. He sounds weird tonight. Or maybe he's already drunk. Jim hardly even talks to Blake.
Oh well, it's okay if they both talk now.
After a few minutes of sitting on Blake's lap, I am on my second drink and I can feel the alcohol taking over.
"So babe, what do you think of the party?" he questions.
"It's quite fun and I love the band. Everything is just perfect!" I shriek as I throw my hands around his neck.
"Well, I hope you won't mind if we have a dance. Just not like the one we had on our first date," he coos, biting his lower lip seductively and I swallow dryly.
My cheeks flash red when he lifts me from his lap and my feet land on the ground. The band starts playing a song that has vulgar words and everybody goes wild to the song in pairs.
Some girls near us are busy twerking on their drank partners and I laugh at the men's expressions.
"Come on," Blake says, turning me around such that my back is on him. I can feel his entire manhood threateningly poking my back and I gasp.
"I don't know how to twerk or how to dance to these kind of songs either." I laugh and he grabs on to my waist and helps me move along with him.
God! My heart is thumping each time his manhood brushes along my bum. I bite my lip and let the music take over, trying to move like the girls in front of me.
Blake hands me his red cup and I take two longs swigs, swallowing the burning drink in seconds. I move my waist from left to right and in a few minutes, Blake is rock hard.
He turns me around and his eyes have fire in them. An inferno! I can spot the want in his eyes. He is panting as if he was on a marathon, then licks his lips and looks down to my chest.
Slowly he opens my cardigan and he pushes my boobs up a little bit, my white tank top and bra support my boobs very well at that moment and I swallow hard when his eyes look down to my lips.
"Blake," I whisper and he cups my face with both hands, pulling me closer and his manhood is now directly on my tummy.
Shit!
He kisses me deeply. The slow taunting movement of his lips makes me want him. I can feel a warmth at the centre of my being and my butterflies are running wild as the cold wind of the night blows against us. My nipples go hard under my clothes and I tighten my grip on Blake's shoulders. He pulls back and looks straight into my eyes.
"Let me make you mine tonight," he coos and my heart melts. I place my palm on his chest and his heart is thumping like an African drum.
"Yes," I whisper and he places an arm around my waist and I walk next to him as we head inside the house where there is no one.
Neither of us speak in the elevator until we get to his safe haven. The private suite. His "escape room" as he calls it.
He sweeps me off my feet and I giggle and panic at the same time, hoping that he won't drop me, since we're both drunk. Carefully he places me on a couch which when he presses a button on the arm rest, switches into a bed-like structure.
He never stops to amaze me.
With his eyes on mine, he takes off my cardigan and tank top.
I want to scream in excitement but I keep calm as he opens my jeans zipper and pulls the trouser off me, throwing it to the floor where my cardigan and tank top are.
The moment he takes his shirt off, I squirm and bite my lower lip as he lowers himself. Kissing my neck, his hot breath stings my ear as he runs his tongue along my earlobe and I gulp.
His hand gives one of my thighs a light squeeze and goosebumps cover my skin within seconds. Making me want him even more.
"Please don't stop," I whisper as I gasp for air and his hands playfully move all over my body. Making me a weak, drunk woman on heat, moaning his name.
"Blake..."
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