His eyes were a dark brown; like a rich chocolate color. It makes you smile because damn, chocolate is your favorite. His smile is bright like an actor's and his teeth are a little bit crooked but it looks so cute. Oh, and damn, he's hunched over a beer and he smirked at something his friend said and shit. His smirk is hot.
His shoulders are broad and his dark t-shirt clings to tight muscles under his arms. He's got a blue and crystal watch on one wrist and a thin golden chain on the other with a jeweled ring on his index finger. But no 'ring'. He was free.
You gulp, looking down at your hardly alcoholic drink and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You sip your drink slowly and look over at him again. He sits two seats away from you at the bar. Just as you're about to look away he looks up and his eyes catch yours. You feel heat run across your cheeks and bite your bottom lip to stop from squeaking.
He sets his drink on the bar and walks over to you, patting his friend on the shoulder. His hair had looked black but up close it was brown and he had it spiked up in the front. He smirked at you as he sat down next to you.
"Hi there." He greats and if his voice wasn't the sexiest sound ever made you then hadn't heard anything that could top it. He taps the bar and another drink is sent his way seconds later. "I'm Banner; what's your name then, little girl?" He asks, his smirk brightening.
You gulp, nodding. "Hi Banner. I'm...uh." Your throat clogs. You can't talk, can't think. His eyes are captivity in its quintessential form.
"You don't wanna say? That's okay. You wouldn't be the first girl I've fucked without knowing their name." And his smirk just gets better! Like he knows that you're going to fuck him...
Like he can predict twenty minutes into the future when he's bringing you out of the bar through a side door in an alleyway that's littered with trash and graffiti. His left hand is up your shirt and resting at your hips and his right hand grips your ass and he pushes you against a wall, opposite the dumpster that faces the door. His mouth is suckling on your throat and those slightly crooked teeth bite into your neck right above your shoulder now.
You moan, letting it escape from your throat as heat blasts it's way through your body like a warm breeze through a screen door. His hand moved from your ass and slips under your shirt to follow the other hand. They blaze their way up your stomach and sides and when they reach your arm pits they take the shirt off your body and let it fall to the filthy pavement below. The bra you're wearing is a dark blue and strapless though covers your breasts well enough.
He lets go of your throat and smiles at you then bends quickly to kiss your mouth. His lips are like fire and they make yours tingle with heat; and the rest of your body mine as well be dry kindle. His right hand removes your bra; to be followed by his left hand which takes your corresponding breast in his palm and and squeeze, tightly, closing his fist over your tit. You shake slightly at the pain but pleasure shoots up your spine and you shiver again. His other hand slides down to your ass and teases the slightly exposed crack over your jeans.
The fingers he has on your breast loosens only to squeeze your nipple between two fingers and you moan again. Then he moves his hand and let's it crawls over your stomach to work at the button of your jeans with his other hand. In seconds he has your jeans off and on top of your shirt. You're now in nothing but a thong. Your ass and back scrapes against the wall as he pushes you against it. His teeth bite at your neck again, a different spot this time, slightly under your chin.
