As Abby and Sienna followed suit, Rosalie groaned and downed her drink as well.
4 shots later, Rosalie was so happy she was continuously laughing, but wasn't sure why. Feeling restless, she grabbed Jenny's hand and the 2 girls made their way to the dance floor. A song that Rosalie couldn't identify was on, but she danced anyway, feeling all her inhibitions fade away, not even noticing as Jenny left the dance floor.
She span slowly on the spot, running her hands down her body. She swayed her hips slowly in tune to the slow song that was blaring in the club. Closing her eyes she felt the music flow over her and moved to the beat. Suddenly large hands slid around her body, holding her hips tight. Feeling slightly unsteady, Rosalie tried to turn around to see who had her captive, but the strong hands restricted her movement. The hands holding her waist pulled her back until she felt a hard body behind her. The stranger slowly moved his hips behind her, his hands forcing her body to move with his. He pulled her ass back into his crotch and grinded her onto him. Her pulse quickened, matching the beat of the music as he ran his large strong hands down the length of her body, drawing her dress up slightly as they ran back up. His fingers caressed the soft skin of her thighs and she sighed into herself, feeling too drunk to stop the stranger from touching her.
Then he was turning her body, until she faced him. He took hold of her hands and looped them around his neck and placed his hands back at her waist, still moving her to the music. Slowly she looked up at him from under her lashes, her breath catching in her throat and she saw him. He was tall, with broad strong shoulders that narrowed at his hips. His slight waist gave him a gangly appearance. He had red-brown hair that was styled up, the front of it sweeping across his forehead. His skin was golden with a square jaw that made his face look extremely hard and masculine. His lips were perfectly curved and his cheekbones prominent. However, it was his eyes that captured the air in her lungs. They appeared to be almost totally black; however they would occasionally catch the light, showing the threads of light brown that ran through his irises. She could not pull her eyes away from his, so continued to stare at him until the song was long over. Neither of them realized they were still swaying slowly, even as the tempo of the music changed. Neither of them noticed Siennas narrowed eyes, glaring at them angrily. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of his trance, a slow lazy smile curving his lips. He bent down towards her, and she felt her eyes drifting closed, waiting for the pressure of his mouth on hers. Suddenly she felt a warm breath by her ear and heard him whisper, 'Follow me.'
Taking her small hand in his large one, he pulled her off the dance floor, and led her a narrow corridor, finding a dark corner of the club where no one could see them. Pushing her against a wall he bent down to her again, and she felt his hot tickly breath by her ear again. Suddenly she felt his tongue lick the curve of her ear, and felt him gently sucking on her lobe. Shivers ran through her body as he nibbled on the bottom of her ear. She felt electricity rip through her body and his hot tongue insistently licked her sensitive ear. She closed her eyes and moaned, which caused him to pause at her ear. Gently, he murmured into her ear, 'If you think this is good, wait and see what else I can do to you.'
Drawing back from her body, he rested one arm on the wall above her head and looked down into her glazed over eyes. She stared back at him and she tried to get her labored breathing back to normal. Suddenly, he cocked his head up as if he had only just realized they were in a crowded club. He looked back through the darkness to see someone approaching him.
'Jeez Alistair we've been looking for you for forever mate, where've you been?'
The newcomer followed Alistair's gaze down and saw Rosalie standing there, and his mouth formed an O of realization.
'Well whatever,' the newcomer continued, 'Drakes had too much to drink again, obviously, and you know how pissed off Renee gets when he goes home drunk, so I think its time we left.'
'I'll be right out Paul, just give me a minute.' His voice was soft, even as he raised it so he could be heard over the noise of the club.
Shrugging, Paul turned around and left. As Alistair turned back to her, Rosalie blushed, red staining her pale skin, realizing how she had shamelessly let this stranger do whatever he wanted to her. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth again, finding her shyness strangely alluring. Without saying a word, he drew a pen out of his pocket and took hold of her hand again. Slowly, he scrawled a number across her arm, and then slowly bent down to kiss the place where he'd written his number. She shivered again, at the feel of his unbelievably soft lips against her flushed skin. He straightened up, and turned towards her, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek. 'Call me.' She turned towards him but before she knew it he was gone. She brought her hand up to her cheek, feeling it burning hot from his kiss. 'Alistair,' she said to herself, loving the way his name seemed to fit perfectly with her lips.
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Hope you all liked the story, this is the first ive written so I would greatly appreciate any help on how to improve my story! I will submit the next chapters if the response to this story is good. Thanks for reading.
Scarlett.
