3 🔺️ Needy Night
"We meet again." Geneva sipped her drink. Alain saw how she was wearing a less revealing dress that night. She was in her olive green, V-neck T-shirt and a tight pair of denim which outlined her sexy legs.
"Do you come here often?" Alain simply started a conversation neglecting his thoughts which were running back to the night they got intimate.
"You can say so, but not every day." She placed the glass back on the table and looked at him. Her slender eyes were looking wider than usual. Cute, he thought as his eyes were fixed on her lips. How great they tasted that other night! "Is there anything on my face? Why are you staring at me?" That's when Alain realized he had been looking at her for thirty seconds without blinking. He mentally cursed his intoxicated brain.
He cleared his throat and quickly took a sip of his drink. "Did I? Sorry, I was spaced out." He added with nervous laughter. She almost got me into trouble. Why am I thinking about her?!
"You were good," Geneva stated out of the blue. Both knew what she was indicating. Alain never thought she could bring up the topic that casually. He could already feel the growing bulge in his pants.
"You weren't bad either." He managed to keep his voice stoic. He saw how she took another sip of her drink, how her adam's apple bobbed when she swallowed and a narrow stream of wine flowed down from the corner of her lips. He had to resist the urge to lick that. He wasn't in his right mind when he blurted out, "Do you want to do it again?"
Geneva abruptly looked up as if been pinched by someone. Her hazel blue confident eyes were boring into his skull. Alain knew things could get complicated from now on. However, he couldn't take back his words, could he? Instead of giving a proper answer, Geneva walked right between his parted legs and hovered over him. Their eyes were locked for a few seconds when she brought her lips in his ears and gently licked the sensitive ear lobe before straightening herself, satisfied at the soft gasp that left his lips. She threw a last smirk at him before walking towards the other end of the bar and disappearing behind the walls.
That was Alain's cue to follow. He abandoned his drink and traced her path until he found her leaning against the wall in the dark corridor. The space was practically empty as most of the crowd was enjoying the pole dance show by half-naked hostesses. He cocked his head sideways before pinning her hands above her head and slightly bending to claim her lips. She responded to him without any resistance which made him more dominant.
He sucked the hell out of her until both had their lungs burning for oxygen. He didn't let her compose and attacked her neck. Her moans got suppressed by the loud music but were only heard by Alain due to their closeness. 'Crazy in Love' from 50 shades of Gray was being played. That day Alain realized that songs could have much effect on your hormones.
He left dark purple marks on her fair skin every time he removed his lips. Her skin was soft as mochi and very addicting. She squirmed in her posture while pressing her thighs together. Alain could feel his dick begging him to let it free. He quickly unbuttoned her jeans with his free hand and slid down her panties. Then he let go of her hands so that she could free his member from the binding of the fabrics. She wrapped her legs around his torso and hands around his neck.
"I never had sex with a guy twice," he raised his eyebrows at her confession, "however, you're different."
Alain pecked her lips and stroked his member while replying, "What makes me different?"
"You- ah!" She moaned as he suddenly entered her core.
"Geneva." He toned down his voice some octaves lower, "look at me." She obeyed him like a robot. She maybe was a bit sassy and confident but during their sexual intercourse, Alain had her wrapped around his fingers. He removed the hair strands from her face and repeated, "What makes me different?"
"I feel like I can never have enough of you. As if my body is never satisfied even if my exhausted brain begs to stop. I want to fuck you for hours and still want more." She spoke in between her laborious breathing as he went on ramming inside her. "Ah! Fuck!" Her eyes rolled back and she dug her nails into his back.
Surprised? Shock? Pleased? Alain didn't know what to feel at her words. They just rekindled his body with a new spark of energy. Did that mean she was interested in him? Then again did he want her as a girlfriend? The answer was no. Alain was simply fucking her to reduce his sexual arousal. He didn't love her. He could never love someone like her, immature and needy.
Alain tightened his arms around her waist as he felt the built-up tension in his abdomen. He tried to take out his dick when the throbbing became unbearable. "I am on my pills." Geneva cleared when he was still halfway in. With a little smile, he went inside again with a greater force. That's when they both hit their climaxes.
Alain sluggishly pulled out of her and put her down on her legs. Their forehead glistened in sweat. It felt good. Alain adjusted his pants and spoke, "I had a nice time."
"Me too."
"I'll get going then." On getting a nod from the female, he walked towards the exit hoping to see her again when-
"Alain!" He turned around and saw Geneva jogging towards him. "I was thinking about... you know..." she hesitated but continued nevertheless, "Let's help each other out."
Alain was taken aback by her proposal. She never fails to surprise him. He nervously laughed, "As long as we are not in a relationship, I am fine." He knew his words could hurt her but he didn't want her to assume anything he could not give and a healthy relationship was one of them.
However, the grin on her lips never faded as she replied, "Thank god!! I am not much of a committed person. I have been thinking about this the entire time. I was scared of how you would react. It was easier than I had thought."
His mouth formed an 'o'. He was glad that their thoughts matched. The duo exchanged their phone numbers and promised to help each other when needed. Were they now friends? Maybe or maybe not. But in the end, he was happy.
Alain saw the shrinking figure of Geneva as his taxi drove away. His eyebrows furrowed when he spotted a guy, completely dressed in black, approaching her. He couldn't make out his exact details. He saw them walk in the separate path after a short conversation. Alain shrugged it off thinking it might be her friend and sat back in a comfortable position. Besides, it was none of his business.
However, somewhere deep inside his stomach, there was an unsettling feeling.
See ya in next chapter.
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