Angel Mode Alert
1560 Words
Damien
Tommy and I walked into the club, an aura about us, every woman we passed turning their heads and watching. The grin on my face said it all. Easy f*****g pickings.
We immediately found a table near the dance floor and waited for a waitress to come get our drink order. She was cute as all hell, too. Slender, petite girl with long flowing blonde locks, bright blue eyes and lips that looked like they were ready to suck c**k.
She batted her eyelashes at us as we unabashedly flirted before turning to go get our drinks.
Tommy was looking at me with the dumbest smirk on his face, his eyes lit up, like he had just received a present that he couldn't wait to unwrap. "Dibs." He simply stated.
I shrugged and glanced around the room. I didn't mind. There was plenty to work with here. My gaze stopped suddenly, my eyes squinting, trying to figure out if what I thought I saw, was really what I was seeing. I had only seen her twice now, through the window.
"What?" Tommy asked, as he turned in his chair and began to look around. "Ah." Was all he said when his eyes found my target.
There in the far back booth, a glass to her perfect lips, was my 'unattainable' angel.
My gaze didn't move or falter as I watched her closely. Even as Tommy began to speak, my eyes did not budge. Like a predator stalking his prey, I was ready to pounce.
"Seriously dude. Don't even try it. I'm telling you, she will not have it. I don't know a single person in this town that has been able to so much as coax a kiss out of those f*****g insanely perfect lips."
I felt a growl leave my throat as my eyes finally left my woman, darting back to Tommy's face. His hands flew up in a defensive position as he laughed, although I am pretty sure I could see the fear in his eyes.
"Don't talk about her lips that way." I muttered, my gaze immediately going back to her.
"Whoa whoa whoa. Calm down, Damian. You haven't even met the girl yet and you're acting kind of crazy right now."
My brain snapped me back instantly and I looked back at Tommy, my eyes wide.
What the f**k? What the f**k was that? Why did I say that?
I shook my head violently and ran my hand through my hair. This girl was going to be the f*****g death of me.
His laughter continued as the waitress walked back up with our drinks. I refused to let Tommy pay as I slipped her a bill and she smiled graciously when I told her to keep the change. The moment she left, my eyes went back to my angel. "What the f**k?" I muttered quietly while my head swiveled around the room, damn near replicating the little freaky girl off The Exorcist.
She was no longer in her booth. I let out a loud huff, slamming my drink in one gulp.
The waitress was still nearby and noticed when I raised a finger, as I mouthed 'one more please'. She nodded and hurried away. She would be back quickly, no doubt. I always received the best service. Sure, my looks helped, but I was also a generous tipper and the waitresses never strayed far.
After the waitress brought my second drink, then my third, each one lasting no more than a minute on the table, Tommy started to look concerned. "What the f**k is wrong with you, man?"
I grumbled something incoherent, and he just shook his head.
"Geni sure has got you wound up." He lifted a finger and pointed it towards the dance floor. "And I have a feeling that is going to make it much much worse."
I turned my head to the spot he was pointing at.
There was a slight part in the crowd and my body instantly came to life. I stood up without even thinking about it. There she was on the dance floor, moving in a way that only she could, I was sure.
RED ALERT! Angel Mode!
My d**k was instantly awake, aware and at attention.
Fucking s**t f**k.
I reached down and adjusted myself, without even caring that anyone could see. Tommy was laughing his f*****g ass off, as I took off toward the dance floor.
I watched her body move and groaned inwardly. Nope. The look from that guy's face told me that was out loud. f**k, whatever. The dress she was wearing was so short, as she jiggled and swayed that ass, I could see the underside of her ass cheeks poke out.
Another loud groan.
Another weird look.
Get a life people, stop f*****g looking at me like that.
Her friend in front of her had a huge grin on her face and her eyes were wide as she saw me approach. Her lips moved as she walked away, pointing at her empty glass.
I didn't waste any time. I grabbed her by the hips firmly and pulled her towards me. Her hair tickled my chin and neck as she arched her back and pushed her ass firmly against me. I inhaled quickly, my grip tightening.
We were now in full Angel Mode and there were sirens going off in my head.
Warning! Warning!
As if the slightest movement and I would spontaneously combust.
She didn't get the memo apparently because her ass was doing all kinds of shaking, grinding, rubbing and circling over my hard c**k.
She grabbed my hands and slid them over the front of her body. It was taking everything in me, not to lose control.
I felt my fingertips brush against the bottom swell of her t**s and I bit down hard on my lower lip to try to keep myself in control.
I leaned down, placing my lips millimeters from the soft skin of her shoulder. Holy f**k, I wanted to kiss her, lick her, taste her.
I fought back the urge. If this woman was considered 'unattainable', I had to play this slower. I had to do this right. I slowly let my hot breath out against her skin as my head slid higher towards her neck, then her ear. I couldn't help myself. I nipped her ear lobe gently, giving a slight tug. Even over the music I could hear her soft moan. I felt it run through my body, all the way to my c**k, like a lightning bolt. Twitch.
My hands glided back down to her hips. I needed to take control of this situation. I gripped her hard and pulled her as close as she could possibly be, against me.
That little moan she had let out, now had me straining so hard against my zipper, I was sure it is going to pop open at any minute.
My face was still buried in her hair, her neck and took a slow deep breath to calm myself. f**k. That didn't help. Her smell alone caused my d**k to twitch with need.
I gritted my teeth. This was a whole new level of want that I didn't even know existed. "You smell so f*****g good. Cherry vanilla" I growled, barely above a whisper. She definitely heard me. I felt her shake slightly and her legs move against mine, together in a squeezing motion.
I grinned like a f*****g i***t. I knew that move. She was wet.
Fucking rights. Now we were getting somewhere.
She whipped around suddenly, and her mouth fell open. A small sound of shock escaping her parted lips. Her beautiful green eyes narrowed as they settled on mine.
I raised my hand to introduce myself but was thrown off balance when a hard smack cracked across my face, sending my head backwards and to the side.
What the f**k?
I looked back up, to see her disappear into the sea of moving bodies.
I stumbled off the dance floor in Tommy's direction. He was bent over, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face.
"Why... why didn't... why didn't I record that...?" He could barely get his words out he was laughing so hard.
I sat down, still in shock and quickly threw back the liquid in the cup in front of me, that was waiting on the table.
"What the f**k just happened?" To say that I was confused is putting it mildly. I didn't understand where I went wrong. That was going perfectly. What the f**k did I do wrong?
Tommy, now sitting upright, wiped the tears off his red, rosy cheeks. "I have seen many a guy fail. But that, that was like the all-time most epic fail I have ever seen in my life!"
I glared at him. "Is that what it is like, chasing her?" I pointed a now unsteady finger in the direction of the back booth she was once again occupying, my eyes wide, the other hand rubbing my cheek softly.
The tears started streaming down Tommy's face once more, a new laughing fit over taking him. "No. No. I have never... never seen anything like that. What the hell did you do?"
I was now more confused than ever. What did I do? I honestly had no f*****g clue.
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