Another dream.
The party's over. We go to dinner at his hotel. We're alone. In a room full of strangers. We eat quickly, not talking much. I barely taste the food. We each have a drink with dinner. It barely takes the edge off of the nerves and the fact that I swear I can feel my muscles moving under my skin, all of them tightly corded and ready to snap.
He takes my hand on the table, his thumb rubbing the back of my knuckles. "Do you drive after you drink, girl?"
"I do after just one. I only had the one."
"But if you felt tipsy? Do you drive then?"
"No, of course not."
He smiles and my heart speeds up again. "Good to know. You've had so much, though. You shouldn't drive."
"I had one? I'm fine?"
He squeezes my hand. "Nope. You're too drunk to drive, girl. Good thing your brother's hotel room has two beds."
I look at him and try to process what he is saying. Then it clicks.
"You want me to stay here? Tonight?"
"Girl, you're not leaving tonight. Text Gabriel. Let's pay the check and I'll show you my room."
I nod, texting Gabriel quickly, explaining that I had too much to drink and shouldn't drive. He answers almost immediately, telling me to get some sleep.
Dave and I leave hand in hand, the Wall-E grip back in full force. He walks quickly and I keep up, my head swimming. His room. His hotel room. Alone. All night.
The elevator opened and two people got out. We went in, alone. Alone. My heart was pounding and I could barely remember how to breathe.
He spun me around and pressed me against the wall of the elevator, the hand in mine clenching tightly and the other cupping my chin, tilting my face up to his, his body pressed against mine. He looked at me for a few seconds then moved his hand to my hair, wrapped it around his fingers, and pulled me forward. His lips were on mine, his tongue sweeping in my mouth. The taste of him made me moan and he slid his leg between mine, his thigh pressing firmly against my crotch.
The elevator dings and he pulls back a few inches. He smiles at me, his eyes hooded. "This is our floor, girl."
I can only nod. The door opens and a woman gasps. The man with her just nods at Dave, a small curl on the side of his mouth. Dave takes a step back, leaving my body cold. He tugs my hand and we walk by the couple. The woman looks at me, judgment and disgust clear on her face. My cheeks are burning but I don't care. I really don't.
Dave walks down the hallway, me half a step behind. He stops at room 302 and uses his free hand to pull his wallet out of his pants and find the keycard. He holds it up and the door beeps, letting him open the door. He tugs and I stumble again, nearly landing in his arms.
"Strip, girl."
"What?"
He locks the door and clicks the extra bolts. He tosses his wallet onto the side table and kicks off his shoes, exposing his bare feet, and walks towards me, making me step backwards. His eyes are narrowed and his nostrils are flared. "You can take your clothes off, girl, or I'll rip them off. I'm not waiting any more."
I kick off my shoes and pull my hand back, unbuttoning my pants and pulling my shirt up over my head. I drop the pants and stand there in panties and a bra. He pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his chest tattoos and I fight the urge to lick them. He unbuttons his pants and looks at me.
"Take them off for me, girl."
I walk to him and pull the zipper down. He's wearing boxers underneath and I can clearly see his hard cock. I swallow hard and push them down. I drop to my knees to take them off and he grabs my hair. He lifts one foot at a time, letting me pull them off completely.
I lean forward, needing to taste him, but he tugs me back up, my scalp burning just a little. I stand in front of him and he narrows his eyes. "Take the rest off, girl. Now."
I hurry to unhook the bra and slide it down my arms, dropping it on the floor. I bend down just enough to push the panties off, my hair still in his fist. They fall and land on my feet. I step out of them and stand in front of him, fully naked, for the first time. I fight the urge to cover my tits and my pussy, leaving my arms loose at my side, unsure of what to do.
