Shame On Me (3 page)

“Shit Mia, why didn’t you say it was you?” I shrug demurely while his gaze takes me in. “If you look like that while you work you’ll be rich off of the tips alone.” I blush while pulling out enough money to pay our cover fee. D shakes his head and hands me back my license. “Employees get in free and I’m willing to look the other way and let gorgeous in free this time.”

“Why thank you handsome,” she flirts in a false country drawl while batting her eyes. “Anytime. I’ll see you two later.” Tim places green wristbands on us then opens the door for us. I take a hold of Ava’s arm and pull her into the building.

We’re immediately greeted by lots of noise and tons people.  The bar has a massive crowd surrounding it, the dance floor is overflowing with gyrating bodies, and the billiard room has crowds of people either playing or waiting for their turn.

I knew from my tour on Tuesday that the waitresses order drinks at the end of the bar closest to the back hallway so that’s where I lead us. As soon as we approach the waitress station Kate (the owner) notices me and comes right over.

“Hey girl! Are you here to start early?” she shouts over the music.

Smiling I reply, “No I’m just here to celebrate with my girl and spend some money.”

“Well I’m getting slammed back here so if you fill a few orders and make your own drinks I’ll only charge you half price.” Before I can respond Ava is shoving me towards the opening at the end of the bar.

By the time I finish filling orders and our half priced drinks hit our systems, we head to the dance floor to get sweaty. While on the dance floor I spot the boys making their way towards us. They give us big hugs and inform me that they’re here to help me celebrate quitting my
stupid
teller job (their words, not mine). I laugh before noticing that they brought someone along with them. Ethan.

He notices me staring at him and moves closer to me to be heard. “I’m Ethan.” He says while pulling my hand into his. He is tall, as in over 6’3” tall.

Great! Like I need another reason to be attracted to him. My eyes quickly roam over his olive complexion, dark brows, hazel eyes, full lips, and strong jaw.

All I can do is smile and stammer, “I’m…um…M-Mia.” Smirking he asks, “Ma Mia?” I laugh then say, “No just Mia.” “I think I’ll call you My Mia.” I shyly pull my hand out of his. “But I’m not yours.” He leans in close to me and whispers, “You will be.”

I feel my face get warm and turn towards our group and discover that they are watching us without blinking. Seeing them gawking at us brings me back to reality and I remind myself that I don’t want to pursue anything with Ethan.

“Lets go get some drinks so I can practice some more,” I order before heading towards the bar not looking back to see if anyone is following me. Half of our group gets drunk and the other half remains sober in order to be designated drivers.

We all head back to the dance floor and my liquid courage convinces me to dance with Ethan. The dance begins friendly enough with the both of us doing a two-step with a respectable amount of space between us. Soon it progresses into me moving in close and wrapping my arms around his neck.

I eventually end up with my back facing his chest, and his hands resting at my sides just under my bust. He holds me as respectfully as he can while I move my hips to match the fast tempo of the song. While dancing, he maneuvers himself so close to me that I can feel his breath graze my ear.

OMG!

He’s turning me on without even trying. I know I decided that I wasn’t going to pursue anything with him but one night with him can’t hurt.

Right?

I mean technically a hitter is a repeat occurrence and I have no intention of doing this more than once.

I hope.

The fast song that we’re dancing to is swapped out for a slow one and he takes over our movements. His hands move to my hips in order to move them back and forth in a slow gentle movement that has me panting. Damn, how did this white boy learn how to move like this!

His movements prompt me to snake an arm over my head and behind his neck. My fingers play with his bun for a few moments before I pulled it free. His silky hair tumbles free and creates a private cocoon for us.

He isn’t close enough so I move my other hand up his thigh and hook two fingers into a belt loop on his jeans. I smile when I feel his junk pressed against my lower back; he’s just as salacious as I am.

He begins softly nibbling my ear and my eyes slowly shut as my one hand rises from his neck to his hair. Once I began running my fingers through his hair he whispers, “Lets get out of here.”

Wow is that a southern accent? I nod and my eyes find Ava in the crowd. I lift my chin at her and wink. She recognizes our code and smiles brightly. Ethan holds my hand as he leads us to the parking lot.

“Give me your keys Mia.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re tipsy and I rode with the boys.”

I sigh and hand over my keys because he’s right. “Be careful,” I demand as I head to the passenger door.

“Yes ma’am. I wouldn’t dream of putting that pretty face in danger,” he says as he opens the car door for me. I drop my head to hide my blush before quickly getting into my car. It’s completely embarrassing that my cheeks can even get red.

I mean how is it even possible for a chocolate girl’s cheeks to get rosy? Ethan gets in on the driver’s side and adjusts the seat and mirrors to his specifications. I’m looking out my window in anticipation for the ride home when I hear my name called.

I turn my gaze his way and watch as his eyes lock onto my lips while his thumb strokes my jaw. I’m anticipating a hard hungry kiss but he surprises me with a soft one.

The kiss begins slow and soft but it quickly ignites a slow burn in my belly. Once the burn begins, the kiss quickly takes an urgent almost needy turn.

We are panting against each other’s lips when he whispers, “Address baby.” I give it to him without a second thought and laugh with him when he has to turn the defroster on because we fogged up the windows. I only live fifteen minutes from the bar but the ride home seems to take hours.

When he finally pulls into the driveway and turns off the car I pull his face towards mine and kiss him like he is the one thing I’ve been missing my entire life. He must’ve understood my hunger because he ends our kiss and pulls me across the seat into his lap.

He doesn’t kiss me. He just stares into my dark eyes like he is trying to come to a decision. When his decision is made he leans forward and kisses me tender and sweet, like he is giving me my very first kiss. I could lose my heart to him with this one kiss.

He’s sweet.

One-night stands aren’t supposed to be sweet.

Shit, I have to put a stop to this.

“Are we going to sit here and make out or are you going to take me in the house?” I whisper while nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Right now sweetheart I feel like making out,” he says in that delicious southern accent.

“Well I don’t,” I say right before I slam my lips onto his.

I can feel his kiss turn hungry as I move my hands to his hair. I’m nibbling on his bottom lip when he suddenly throws the door open. He pulls away from the kiss and tucks my face into his neck before maneuvering us out of the car.

I hear the car alarm beep then feel his hands move to my bottom. “Up,” he commands and I am delighted to oblige him by wrapping my legs around his waist. We continue to kiss as he carries me to the front door and struggle to open it.

****

Once inside he gently places me on my feet so that I can disarm the alarm. When I have that taken care of he seizes my hand and I hear him whisper, “bedroom.” It isn’t a question, it’s a demand and I like it. I lead him upstairs to the door on the right.

“Would you like a tour?”

“Later,” he mumbles against my lips.

I feel his hand go under my shirt and man oh man does it feel great to have skin on skin contact. I need more!

I run my hands down his chest to the bottom of his t-shirt and whip it over his head. He turns his back to me and I frown until I realize he is looking for the light switch. I blink at the harsh light when he finds it.

“Sorry baby but I need to see all of you this time but the second time we’ll shut out the lights and use the moonlight to guide us.”

I get to have seconds? AWESOME!! The voice in my head sings in a high soprano voice. I throw off my shirt and hear him inhale as he takes in my lace covered C cups.

“Please tell me that’s not a padded bra.”

“If it were I’d be spilling over the top.”

“Damn,” he whispers before licking his lips. He tentatively reaches out and grazes the top of one breast, and I watch as he closes his eyes and inhale deeply. “You’re the softest thing I have ever felt in my life.”

Before I can respond he pulls me against him and kiss me so good that my toes start curling. We quickly remove the remainder of our clothes and tumble onto the bed. As soon as we hit the bed he’s kissing my neck and his full lips are crazy soft.

Jeez, can this man make me burn any slower!

His tongue eventually joins the action and he lazily drags it from my neck to my breasts. When he reaches my breasts his skillful fingers unhook my bra without me noticing. I have no time to figure out how he did it because he’s currently kissing, sucking, and nibbling each breast thoroughly. By the time he begins softly biting each nipple I’m on the verge of coming.

He eventually lets my nipple slide out of his mouth and makes his way to my belly. He pays respect to my belly ring in a way that I didn’t think was possible. If he doesn’t get a move on I’m going to finish before he even gets started.

“Ethan hurry baby,” I pant.

“Don’t ruin my fun sweetheart.”

Ethan lays his head on my belly (facing my cupcake) and slowly runs his finger over the folds. My back arches off of the bed so far that I think I might buck him off, but Ethan doesn’t move an inch.

“So wet for me.”

“Yes,” is my breathy response.

“You smell so good. Do you taste just as good? Are you as soft on the inside as you are on the outside?”

“I don’t know,” I moan as he continues to run his fingers over my cupcake.

“Hmm I wonder,” he speculates as he slowly slides a finger in all the way to his knuckle.

“Damn baby, not only are you soft but also hot and tight.”

“Ethan, please.”

“Mmm, I love it when you beg Mia. What will you beg for next?”

“Cum. I need it Ethan. I need it.” The end of my plea is said on a whisper so low that I doubt he heard it but then I feel another finger join the party and his tempo picks up.

“Yes baby right there!”

“I know. I feel your walls shakin’ already. What you got for me darlin’?”

His accent mixed with dirty talk has me so turned on that I cum hard. If his fingers were moist before, his entire hand is now drenched. When I open my eyes Ethan is watching me as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.

He watches me until my body settles, then climbs off the bed and heads to his pants. When he’s retrieved a condom out of his wallet, he turns back towards me and I watch as he strokes himself.

While he strokes himself I take the time to take in every detail of his body. His hair is hanging loose and it casts a shadow over his eyes that make them look golden and predatory. I force my eyes to move and take in his tattoo.

The rosary tattoo stretches from his shoulder to his forearm and I’m captivated by how real it looks. How did I miss that during our dance? My lips are anxious to kiss it and they’re starting to tingle. My new obsession with his tattoo is broken when he stalks back towards the bed.  By the time he climbs onto the bed the condom is firmly in place.

“Jump on top darlin’.”

My heart starts racing as I do what I’m told and slowly take him in. Nothing has ever felt so right before. We both groan once I’m seated at the base of his junk. His tattoo is calling to me so I lean forward and place a soft kiss on his shoulder.

His fingers flex on my hips and I know he wants me to get moving. I begin slowly rocking back and forth and after a few strokes all that can be heard in the room is my wet cupcake.

“Faster Mia,” Ethan commands with his hands tightening on my hips.

I bounce on him faster and he rewards me by playing with my clit. I can feel the tingles in my stomach getting stronger and I move faster chasing after my orgasm.

The addition of his touch and my faster movements is enough to make me freefall through my orgasm. Ethan gently pushes me off of him when my orgasm is reduced to aftershocks, and orders me to my knees. He gets into position behind me and thrusts forward hard.

“Arch your back for me,” he demands on a grunt. I comply and soon my screams can be heard throughout the neighborhood.

He picks up the pace to push me through another orgasm and it’s strong enough to make my cupcake gush. I turn my head in time to see Ethan look down and notice that his thighs and the bed are soaked. When he looks back up and into my eyes there is pure fire there.

“You can squirt?” he asks but makes it sound like a demand. He’s pumping faster and I can’t form a coherent thought. “Answer me.”