He winked at her from across the club. They had played this game many times before. She knew he was married, but they flirted anyway. In fact, it was always him who initiated it, who pushed it. Not that she ever stopped him. She shamelessly flirted back, wanting to see how far he was willing to go. Their conversations bordered on the obscene, but they never acted on any of their impulses.
At the end of the night, it was the same kiss on the cheek, the same hug goodbye. She often wondered if he went home and thought about her while he was screwing his wife. She always dismissed the thought. He was never serious. The things he said were just for play, to get a rise out of her. And it worked. She, on the other hand, often meant what she said.
She was clever to disguise her feelings in plenty of innuendo and jokes, but the truth was always there, underneath. She wanted him. Not for dinner or a date, but to fuck her. She didn't care that he was married; she didn't want him that way. No, she wanted to know what it felt like to have him inside her, to feel his mouth on her body.
He walked over to her and put his arm around her shoulder. A shudder went through her, the way it always did. It was amazing how such an inconsequential touch could have such a profound affect on her. He looked at her and gave her a peck on the cheek and a pat on the behind and walked to the bar. She took a few deep breaths to compose herself, and watched him walk away again.
They hadn't talked much tonight. He just kept coming by and touching her, more and more each time. She waited for these moments all night. She would watch in anticipation when she saw him start to walk towards her, hoping and waiting for him to give her some crumb of affection. But, the end of the night was fast approaching. Soon it would be the same good-bye and the same frustrating ride home. But this time when he approached her, he asked her if she would like a ride home.
She usually went home with a friend, but tonight she didn't hesitate to accept. She didn't think anything would actually happen, but she wanted to spend just a little more time with him, before she said goodbye.
The ride started out uneventful, some small talk, a few laughs. But, then when he stopped in front of her house, the tension in the car became unbearable. She found enough courage to invite him in, and he didn't say anything. He just smiled and turned off the car. She felt his eyes on her as she had more than a little trouble unlocking the door.
He put his hand on top of hers, and turned the key for her. She finally pushed the door open and she took of her coat. But, before she had finished putting it on the hook, he grabbed her and pressed her up against the closed door.
He looked at her with that grin that had always been innocent up till now. He leaned in closer, and she waited. But he didn't do anything, not at first. She wanted him to kiss her so badly, but he wouldn't give in to her. She tried to lean towards him, but he had her pinned back. He leaned in just close enough to gently brush his lips against hers, just enough to drive her crazy and leave her wanting more.
He teased her for a few more seconds before asking "What do you want?"
"You know what I want." she panted.
"Yeah, I do, but I want to hear you say it."
She hesitated for a second, trying once more to get him to kiss her, before she replied, "I want you to fuck me."
She was practically whimpering when she added, "Please fuck me."
He paused for one more infuriating second before he finally kissed her. She could barely stand, her knees threatening to give out as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She could hardly breath when he released her mouth in order to kiss her neck. He slid his tongue up to her ear and sucked gently on her lobe before kissing back down to her collarbone. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and then she remembered why. She had told him, in one of their more heated discussions about what turned them on.
