Kaden
After a while, all clubs blur into one giant architectural template. While their vibes may differ, the layout follows the same unspoken pattern: the bar, the dance floor, the VIP section, and toilets. We step into the club at 11.30pm, and thirty minutes into the whole thing, I start thinking of excuses to leave. I have been nursing a whiskey sour since we got in. I don't drink often, my brain is already messed up enough. I tap Dayo to let him know I'll leave within the hour and as expected, he is not happy to hear that. I'm half listening to him whine about how we literally just got here when I see two women walking to the dance floor from the bar. Actually, the first woman, a tiny, tiny thing dressed in an even tinier dress is dragging the second one who is much taller than she is. Their height difference is amusing so I look up to catch sight of the taller girl, and my heart gives this weird lurch that snaps me out of it. I can't help it though, so I look back up and find both girls on the dance floor just as Despacito starts blaring from the speakers. Wearing a black dress with one sleeve and something that looks like a lace cutout peeking from her side and her chest, long curly hair the color of flames, and eyes that seem pretty bright in the dim club, I feel like I've been struck by juju as my mum calls it.
'Bro, bro…" I'm brought back to earth by Dayo's voice in my ear.
"What is it, D?" I ask without looking away at the vixen in the black dress that's currently grinding with her tiny friend and rolling her hips. My eyes travel down long, tan legs to pink strappy heels and I swear all the blood rushes from my brain down to my dick. The beat picks up now and she is laughing as her friend shouts something to her. I lift up my glass to wet my throat, which for some strange reason is extra dry, and our gazes clash.
Bright light bursts from around her, then recedes into the dim club. All I can see is wide eyes trained on me for a brief second before the connection cuts when she looks away.
I come back to myself when she looks away, but I'm helpless to tear my gaze from her. I feel like I'm under a spell, watching a woman I've never met dance with her friend, all the while wishing I could go there and dance with her. I catch myself from taking a step towards the dance floor, then realize I'm still holding my cup, and my hands are shaking. The fact that she keeps on fucking looking at me isn't making things easier. Scared I'm going to drop my cup, I drain my whiskey without taking my eyes off her. She's standing still now too, and a part of me is hopeful that she's feeling whatever the fuck is going on here. I mindlessly give Dayo my cup, and I'm about to damn the consequences and go to her when a red curtain drops across my vision briefly and I'm brought to a screeching halt. All of a sudden, my throat feels tight and the familiar feeling of my skin itching overwhelms me. I'm not the type of guy that should be thinking of a girl like that. Girls like that don't see guys like me. The itching underneath my skin intensifies and I feel like taking a scalpel to it. I need to leave. Need air. Need to stop this insane drowning sensation. Dimly, I spin and find my way out of the club. There's a deserted road beside it so I stand there in the dark and take in deep gulps of air while I battle my brain into submission.
After ten minutes, I feel marginally calmer and decide to head in to tell Dayo I'm leaving. No, I'm not trying to get a glimpse of my vixen. Liar. Ok, maybe I am, but I'm not going to speak to her so there's no harm in just looking at her.
God, she's beautiful and I've never felt such a visceral attraction for anyone before. Again, I shut down the thought before it drives me crazier than I already am. Scanning the club, I can't find D anywhere, so I head over to the bar, and order soda water. I'm mid gulp when I hear Dayo's voice from behind me before he claps me gently on the shoulder.
"Hey K..."
Turning, I start saying "Bro, I was looking for you. I'm actually going to…"
And there she is again. Up close, damn she's perfect. Green eyes stare up at me and I. can't. fucking. Breathe. Again.
What the hell is happening to me? Distantly, I hear Dayo speaking so I try to focus again, but it's like catching waves with a basket. Everything is meaningless chatter right now unless it's her.
A soft hi cuts through my brain's static and I'm suddenly extremely focused right now.
"Hi"
Sera
Oh God, his voice is delicious. Deep, yet super soft and low, I feel like listening to him talk some more just to hear that voice.
I wonder how he sounds during sex.
Mortified, I can feel myself blushing and like a shark my Greek god seems to home in on my face, eyes roaming over me as if trying to memorize everything. Distantly, I hear his friend (Dayo, was it?) introduce us then leave but I'm too busy gawking at the man in front of me to offer more than a vague wave. Clad in a black cashmere sweater and black jeans, with a black shirt collar poking out, this man is the epitome of perfection. Trailing my eyes up to his face, I am totally entranced, and he seems to be in the same state, eyes roaming over me like he wants to see all of me at once. I know I'm staring agape, but I can't help it, damn it. Close cut dark hair, light eyes that I now see are an impossible shade of grey, and golden skin hinting at African roots somewhere, Kaden is a masterpiece. I notice a scar running from his left temple down his face and into his shirt collar. When he shifts on his feet, I realize how incredibly rude I'm being, and the rambling starts.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I've just never seen eyes this color paired with your skin and it's honestly just stunning. Your scar is also unique. I love scars, by the way. Again, I'm Sera and it's nice to meet you." Fidgeting a bit now under that intense gaze, my runaway mouth snaps shut when that silky voice cuts in smoothly, "Would you like to go somewhere quieter?"
Kaden
She said yes. She is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen. I know I am staring at her, but it's like there is a string tied between us that I can't ignore. I had intended to offer to buy her a drink, but my mouth had other ideas and it decided to invite her to my hotel room instead. Now, we are in the taxi, and it feels like my own personal brand of torture. In the club, the noisy crowd made it difficult to fully appreciate the beauty called Sera. Sitting beside her in the taxi though, all I can smell is her, a delightful mix of coconuts and something spicy I can't name. Her short dress is hiked up and I'm trying very hard not to stare at it, or worse, do all the wonderfully suggestive things my brain is delightfully showing me. I'm so relieved when we get to the hotel, I practically fling myself out of the taxi and usher her out.
Sera
I left the club without letting Mila know where I was going, so I text in the car, ignoring the thumbs up emoji the saucy wench sends me back. I am excited, stupidly turned on, and a bit apprehensive, but I decided when we got into the taxi to let this night go as it will. Saying No to everything fun or even remotely resembling indulgence over the past five years has been draining; Kaden is everything I have ever wanted, and if he is willing, I am not saying no to him tonight. In the elevator, he turns to me and says, "Sera, I know I invited you here, but there is no pressure to do anything. We can talk, or just sleep, or even watch a movie. I've never been as attracted to anyone like I am to you, but I want you to know the ball is in your court."
I look up at him, and realize this beautiful man is as unnerved by what's going on as I am. Although he seems calm, his pulse is jumping in his throat and his palms are tightly clasped together. Taking a deep breath, I look up at stunning gray eyes framed with the longest lashes I've seen on a man, and step closer to him. Even with heels on, I still have to tilt my head to look up at him. He is so still I'm not sure he is even breathing at this point. That weird feeling of being the only two people in the world is back, and his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. Without thinking too much, I close my lips over his throat and lick over that delicious bulge. I hear his sharp intake of breath before he says in a strangled, yet very controlled voice.
"Sera, I'm hanging on by a thread here. What do you want?"
Looking up at him, my eyes drop to his full, soft looking lips and I decide that the time for talking is over. Tiptoeing again, I touch my lips to Kaden's and that seems to break the dam we've both been under since the club.
One breath is all I can take before strong arms drag me punishingly into a firm, wide chest, and those lips cover mine in one swoop. This first kiss is not the tentative exploration I've gotten in the past. Kaden is a man, and he kisses like one. The kiss starts out wild and gets even hotter from there. By the time the elevator dings open, his hands are in my hair, my legs are wrapped around him, and I'm pretty sure I've managed to place a glaring love bite on his neck. All business now, I'm dragged out of the elevator and into a suite. I don't even have time to look around before I'm spun and my back hits the door with a thud.
"Sera, it's been a very long time for me." Large hands come up to frame my face and tilt my head towards him. Wide gray eyes dilated with lust look at me and my body ignites again from that look alone. The suave man I just met looks a little unhinged and a deep, never before seen part of me unfurls with pleasure at being the one to bring this man to this state so quickly. Stooping a bit to rest his forehead against mine, he breathes gently against my lips as he says, "Sera, I'm not sure I can be gentle with how I'm feeling right now." A self-deprecating laugh rumbles from him followed by, "I'm feeling a little crazy, to be honest."
Looping my hands around his neck, I whisper back "I'm feeling a little crazy too, Kaden. It's been a very long time for me too. But I want this, and I want you."