Lost in the Waves

Chapter 4 : Of Dances and Booze

Ezio held her hand as they navigate the sweaty and horny crowd, still trying to find a spot where they can dance. Amalia, on the other hand, doesn’t like the way her head was pounding from the loud music and complained to Ezio.

“Let’s find somewhere less noisy. My head is pounding because it’s so loud.” Amalia half yelled in Ezio’s ear.

He turned towards her and looked at her, worry evident in his handsome face.

“Are you sure you still want to dance?” He asked, hesitantly, internally wanting to get the three dances from her.

“The night’s barely starting, of course, I want to dance!” Amalia insisted, almost rolling her eyes in disbelief. 

Ezio just chuckled at the look on her face and continued on guiding her through the dance floor. After a couple of zigzagging around sweaty and horny strangers hastily grinding one another, he finally found a good spot for him and Amalia to dance. The dance floor is just near the bar, but it is wide, as it is situated on the shore, in order to have that tropical vibe- feeling the sea breeze as one dances to the beat of a song under the full moon.

“You chose a good spot Mr. Bartender.” Amalia praised as she moved closer to Ezio.

“Well I wouldn’t want you complaining now, would I?” Ezio playfully replied in which Amalia just smirked.

A new upbeat song was played and so Ezio started to dance. Amalia followed his rhythm which earned a smile from Ezio.

“Not bad,” Ezio commented with a smirk.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mention owing you three dances if I don’t have the groove.” Amalia retorted with a raised brow.

“Sassy. Now let’s see if you can keep up with me.” Ezio challenged with a glint of mischief in his eyes. With that, he pulled her closer to him. They could even feel each other’s breath, graze each other’s skin as they dance to the rhythm of the song being played.

“Watch me.” Amalia challenged back with devouring eyes as she pants, the exhaustion creeping up around her as her body starts to become warmer than it is when she downed three scotches. She paid no mind to it as she is now moving in sync with Ezio, their bodies moving as one as they stared with each other hungrily, preying on each other, waiting for the other to submit.

Not long after that, they got closer to each other, grinding smoothly yet being a little rough from time to time. When the song is nearing its high, Amalia suddenly turns around, her back colliding with Ezio’s chest as she leaned backwards, throwing her arms around his neck and swaying lower and lower from left to right, then back up again. She does this once more, but stops on his lower torso, exactly at his crotch, then bends over and rubs her ass on his crotch slowly which earns a death grip on the waist from Ezio as he never let go of her throughout their heated dance.

When Amalia was done teasing, she turned around again, facing Ezio, and smirked as she saw his painful yet aroused expression. It was clear that he was restraining himself from doing something wild.

“It’s a bit hard, huh?” Amalia asked as she moved closer to him, her voice leaving a hint of mischief.

“Hmmm. Unfortunately, yes. Can you help me with it?” He retorted, his voice now gradually becoming huskier as he stared into Amalia- right deep into her soul. Amalia hummed while they continued grinding, as she stared back at him, seeing now his eyes becoming a swirl of grey and black.

“Is that a yes?” The bartender asked, confused.

“Depends on what you want it to be.” The Latina then replied vaguely, still teasing the poor Ezio. 

Ezio then replied with a smirk as he suddenly lifted her up and let her slide down between his legs, his stance now widened. Luckily for Amalia, she knew a thing or two about dancing and so she gracefully did what Ezio was expecting from her and rose up behind Ezio. He then turned around swiftly and pulled her closer to him a little rougher than what he did before, then leaned her back lower and closer to the ground, his arms supporting her weight. Amalia on the other hand secured her arms around his neck and continued leaning backwards, lifting her right leg and locking it on his waist as she stared deeply into his now greyish black irises.

Whistles and cheers from the crowd brought them back to reality, both panting from the intense dancing. Ezio slowly helped her stand properly. They both faced the crowd and bowed. After that, they went back towards the bar where Ezio pulled up another drink, this time, a shot of tequila.

“A shot for a steamy first dance?” Ezio teased as he raised a shot glass towards Amalia.

“We made a pretty good pair, I’ll drink to that.” Amalia chuckled and downed a shot of tequila along with Ezio.

This went on a few more times until they finished a whole bottle of tequila. By this time, both of them were a little bit tipsy and decided to dance once again. They zigzagged again through the dance floor and started dancing- grinding shamelessly to be exact, once they had found a good spot.

This time around, Amalia led the dance and grinded on Ezio as he held a rough yet careful grip around her waist. He stared at her hungrily yet with fascination as he can’t seem to believe that this woman is capable of enticing him without looking and feeling like a hooker, but is actually graceful just as a ballerina is graceful when she pique turns.

“Liking the performance?” Amalia teased, wearing a smirk on her tanned face.

“If I did, would you entertain me more?” Ezio replied, a sly smirk on his face.

“Hmm, probably.” Amalia chuckled and walked around him slowly, her touch lingering around his exposed chest which caused Ezio to inhale sharply.

When Amalia was in front of Ezio once again, he then leaned closer and whispered in her ear,

“Your crappy excuse of a date is watching.”

“Let him drool and look at what he’s missing,” Amalia smirked and moved closer to Ezio if that was even possible. This gesture caused Amalia to feel Ezio’s problem down below. Her eyes then immediately got bigger until it could probably fall off her sockets, which earned a sly smirk from him.

“I told you it’s hard. Any plans on addressing what’s poking you?” Ezio humored, earning a raised eyebrow from Amalia.

“I’ll deal with that later. We still have a dance to finish.” Amalia blushed but then recovered and continued on rolling her eyes towards Ezio.

They continued to dance and decided on a little bit of jive here and there, then stopped after the song ended. Both then returned to the bar for another drinking session.

Ezio brought a bottle of scotch, water, and some finger foods as they were a bit exhausted from the dance. Amalia picked on a table where they could sit together and sat after Ezio arrived.

“Let’s rest up for a bit, that jive took a toll on me,” Amalia said, wiping sweat from her forehead using a table napkin on the table.

“Yeah, me too. I forgot how it can be a bit tiring.” Ezio replied with the same exhaustion showing on his face.

He then opened the bottle of scotch while Amalia drank water and nibbled on some finger foods.

“We better get ready for our last dance tonight,” Amalia stated while she munched on the finger foods.

“We should go out with a bang. We’ve got an audience to impress.” Ezio agreed as he took a sip of scotch.

They were silent for a while, trying to recover their run-out energy, while a Nicki Minaj song played as their background music, pumping loudly in their ears. Amalia closed her eyes as she leaned her head back, trying to get some rest before dancing with Ezio again. She felt the alcohol creeping around her system and embraced it since she had already promised herself to enjoy the night. And indeed she will. While closing her eyes, she thought about what had transpired throughout the night and the night was, to put it simply- wild and hot. She never thought she would be grinding with a stranger, much less having three dances with him. She only wanted to have a date with a blonde surfer, but as unexpecting the night was, she ended up spending her time with a bartender she kept on seeing on the elevator.

Amalia released a sigh, ‘¿Qué estás pensando?, Amalia?!’ (What are you thinking, Amalia?!) She thought to herself and when she opened her eyes, Ezio was staring intently at her, which made her feel weird as it felt like he was silently observing her every move- judging.

“What?” Amalia asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Nothing. You look like you were in deep thought. I am just wondering why.” Ezio replied, leaning towards Amalia, still staring deeply.

“It’s nothing serious, just trying to internalize all that booze haha.” Amalia reasoned, now slightly nervous. It was somehow true though.

“Suuuree.” Ezio replied slowly, clearly not believing a word she just said.

“Oh, my favorite song is on! Can this be our last for tonight?” The nervous Latina suddenly changed the topic and stood up, grabbing Ezio’s wrist and dragging him to the dance floor.

“Do I look like I have a choice? You are already grabbing me.” The bartender chuckled, letting Amalia drag him to the dance floor as he continued studying her- her features. Her tanned, slender body glowed under the moonlight, being emphasized by her white clothes. She looked like a goddess. She is a goddess in his eyes and he knows that he feels a strong physical attraction towards her. While the Latina is busy dragging him, he never stopped staring at her, memorizing all that is her, and only stopped once she turned her attention back to him.

“Come on, let’s not waste any more time, I really wanna dance to this song!” Amalia admitted, excitement evident in her voice which made Ezio grab a hold of her wrist and pulled her to him the way he has been pulling her all night. 

Amalia gasped, her hands on Ezio’s exposed chest and they stared at each other intensely, the booze already kicking in their system, allowing them to become bolder with their actions. Ezio smirked at her reaction and moved closer to her, leaning forward, their foreheads touching, their breathing mixing into one and having the same rhythm just as their bodies are in sync with one another.