Chapter 3: The Club
Jane eyed herself in the full length mirror. A bit of grey eye liner, mascara, and some red lip gloss and she would be ready to go. She looked stunning in her short, dark grey jersey dress, the neck line draping around her shoulders and her hair down. Lax passed behind her in the mirror, stopping to growl his appreciation about how hot she looked and drop a kiss on her bare collar bone. Jane giggled nervously. Even after a whole year together, Lax still had the ability to make her blush and giggle like a ninny. She met his intense hazel eyes in the mirror and then traveled down what she could see of his body behind her. He looked hot in his black tee and loose tan cargo pants too. As usual, his hair was pulled back under a navy blue bandana, just the way she liked it. Lax reached out his hands and slid them around her waist from behind her, pulling her up against himself. He bent over her shoulder and pulled the neckline of her dress down over one shoulder with his teeth. He reached up a hand and brushed her hair to the side, giving it a small pull to arch her neck to the side. Jane sighed happily as he kissed his way back up her shoulder and started sucking on the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder. Jane LOVED that spot. He looked up in the mirror to meet her eyes and slid his hands up over her breasts on top of her dress. She could feel him, hard against her ass. His mouth stayed busy and his eyes held hers as he slid his hands down to her hips, pulling her against him, making sure she felt how hard he was. Jane caught her breath as his hand slid down to cup her pussy through her dress before she stepped away from him. She turned and wound her hands around his neck, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his chest. He could smell the perfume rising up between her breasts underneath her dress. It made him want to throw her on the floor and fuck her, going to the club be damned.
"Let me in. I want you." Lax breathed against her mouth, trying to get his hands under the hem of her dress.
"No." Jane said with a small giggle and a gentle smile, "We'll never get out tonight if we get started. "
She kissed him full on the mouth and then stepped away from him to put on her strappy heels. Lax groaned deeply and looked rather unhappy about going out at all.
"Don't worry stud. I'll make it up to you when we get back." Jane said with an evil look in her eyes as she turned back to him and grabbed his dick through his pants, enjoying the feel of it in her hand.
It was Lax that stepped away this time. If she touched him again, he really would throw her on the floor and fuck her until she screamed his name.
"So wrong." He muttered as they walked out the door of their new apartment building and stopped at the curb.
Lax stood back a minute to watch Jane's ass in the grey dress she was wearing as she arched her back to hail a cab. He groaned to himself again and climbed into the back of the taxi Jane had hailed after he helped her into it. They were on their way to a popular club to hang out with Lax's band mates and some friends. Lax had been in California for a week wrapping up some things before he moved to New York. They had decided to move in together and Lax couldn't be happier. He slipped his hand in his pocket and fingered the box he had brought along tonight. He just needed the right moment.
Even though she hadn't given in earlier, Jane could not wait to get her hands on him. She never seemed to get enough of his hands and mouth on her body. Her face heated up a little as her thoughts wandered in a lusty direction. Lax knew how to move his body and she wanted to dance with him tonight, in more ways than one. Lax draped a casual hand over her thigh. Jane noticed how high her dress was on her leg, but decided to leave it for now. He was doing distracting things with his fingertips on the inside of her thigh. Ever so slowly, the hand was creeping up her leg. Jane smiled to herself. He was so predictable in a good way. She was a few seconds away from asking the cabbie to turn around and bring them home when they pulled up at the club. Lax's hand had been making her feel very turned on and was really close to her pussy. He took his hand back and paid the cabbie. He smirked at her flushed face and pulled her out of the cab behind him.
"Two can play this game little girl." He growled quietly in her ear, biting it softly and then following the marks with his tongue.
Jane caught her breath at the hot look he sent her. She tugged her dress down her thighs a bit and then grabbed his hand. He led her inside. Once they were inside, Lax pulled her toward one of the tables in the back where their friends were already sitting. Tevens, one of Lax's band mates gave an appreciative whistle as Lax led Jane up to the table.
"Watch yourself Tevens. That one's mine. Yours is sitting next to you." Lax said, smiling at his friend.
Jane leaned over and kissed Tevens on the cheek and greeted the rest of the group. Lax kissed Jen, Tevens's girlfriend on the cheek also. They were all very close. Lax pulled out a chair for Jane and then disappeared off in the direction of the bar. Jane watched him go, remembering the first time she had watched him walk away from her in the bar. She smiled. That sure turned out well. Jane soon got caught up talking to Ziyz, Lax's best friend and band mate. He was a notorious pussy hound, but a good guy none the less. Jane didn't notice that her short dress was slowly creeping up her thighs as she talked to Ziyz. Ziyz's attention had shifted over a few tables as Jane talked. A tall, dark 30 something year old Arabic man was staring shamelessly at Jane's thighs. He licked his lips unconsciously. An oily smile spread across his face when Jane glanced over to see what had caught Ziyz's attention. Jane barely noticed him, thinking a girl had caught Ziyz's attention.
"What, Z? Who are you checking out? Z?" Jane asked.
"Jane," Ziyz said, leaning close to Jane's ear, "You need to fix your dress. It's almost all the way up your legs. Lax will freak the fuck out if he comes back and sees you like this, especially with el creepo over there leering at you like that."
Jane's hands flew down to her lap and tugged the hem of her dress back down to the lower part of her thighs as Ziyz turned to glare at the man again. She grabbed Ziyz's hand for a squeeze and murmured a quick thank you. Just then, Lax returned with her Jamieson and coke and his orange and Malibu. He sat the drinks down and then pulled up a chair next to Jane. He rested an arm around her back and started talking to Ziyz. They all talked a while before Ziyz spotted a girl on the dance floor he was interested in. Jane smirked at him as he was up out of his seat in an instant. Lax and Jane were left at the end of the table almost by themselves. Lax pulled Jane even closer and kissed her softly on the neck.
"You look beautiful." He mumbled as his tongue traced a line up her neck.
"That's just because you want to get under my dress." Jane smirked.
"Hell yeah, there are many things I want to do under that dress. In fact, the dress is completely unnecessary." Lax growled harshly, a predatory gleam in his eye.
Lax reached up a hand and ran it down the side of her face. He caught her jaw and tilted her mouth up to his. His mouth was soft and hot. Jane sagged into him, tempted once again to take his hand and go back home right that minute and use that hot mouth for other things. His hand slid from her jaw to grab a handful of hair. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue firmly into her mouth. Heat ran down her body, settling in a liquid pool in her lower stomach.
"Get a room you two!" Came a deep shout from the other end of the table.
Lax let go of Jane and turned to smirk at the other end of the table.
"Tevens! Don't be jealous dude. You got a gorgeous lady at your side too." Lax shot out as he raised his glass in that direction.
Tevens roared with laughter and raised his glass in return, turning to kiss Jen. Jane couldn't stop her face from turning bright red. They all talked and joked for a while longer. All of a sudden, Jane grabbed Lax's hand.
"Come. Dance with me. Show me how you move that sexy ass of yours. I've been waiting all week" Jane said in his ear.
Lax stood up with heat in his eyes again. He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. Lax pulled Jane close and moved with her to the music, hands on her hips dangerously close to her ass. Jane grinned appreciatively as he moved with her to the beat. He was such a great dancer. He caught her gaze and held it. Jane felt herself melting again from his intense gaze. She turned around and ground her ass into Lax, shaking her hips to the beat. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jane could feel him again, hard as a rock under his cargoes.
"I don't know how long I can do this Jane." He said in a raw voice, leaning even closer to Jane, "I'm very tempted to take you in the bathroom, sit you on the sink, flip up this little dress of yours and eat you out before I bend you over that same sink and fuck you."
Jane felt the breath flow out of her and a bolt of heat settle in her pussy at the idea. She felt the moisture on her pussy lips and wondered if she even wanted to stay at the club. She was sorely tempted to let him fuck her in the bathroom. Lax pulled her off of the dance floor.
"I'm going to get us another round. I need a chance to cool off a bit."Lax told Jane, kissing her hand before he headed toward the bar.
Jane watched his back side as he started off. He was so hot. Just then, the Arabic man who had been ogling her earlier stepped into her line of vision.
"I'm Walid," the man told her, standing very close to her, "I want you to dance with me."
Jane backed up a little, alarmed when he also stepped forward, remaining very close to her.
"No thank you." Jane said firmly, turning to walk away.
Walid grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him.
"No really. How many drinks to get you to dance with me?" He asked, very seriously.
Jane yanked her arm away, hard. She was pissed. She geared up to slap him, pulling her hand back. Just then, an arm went around her shoulders and steered her away. She shot an angry look back over her shoulder to make sure he got the point.
"Walk away with me honey." Ziyz said quietly in her ear.
"Thank you again Ziyz." Jane sighed as they reached the table.
"Watch out for him Jane." Ziyz said seriously, "I saw him watch you and walk up to you after Lax left. Why did my asshat of a best friend leave you alone there?"
"He got a little worked up and went to get a drink." Jane said wryly.
Ziyz smiled and nodded. The girl he was after had worked him up a bit too. His dick was aching in his pants. He decided was going to see if he could get her to fuck him in the back room later on. They sat down at the table and started chatting. Lax walked up to the table with the drinks. Ziyz pulled him aside and started talking to him. The men argued a little, gesturing towards Jane. Jane gulped her drink down, trying to calm herself. Lax came back over and sat down beside Jane.
"He put his hands on you?" Lax said in a low tense whisper, furious, looking around for Walid.
"It's ok baby. Ziyz was there. He helped me out." Jane told him, hoping to calm him down.
