Chosen Heart (20 page)

“Well, you have me for the rest
of the night,” reassuring him as we walk into the Casino.  “There’s no
competition,” I whisper, repeating his words from moments ago.  With his
lips slightly parting, he brushes his hand against my bare leg, leaving me
breathless.

Making our way through the
casino, and the throngs of patrons, Alex guides me to Bistecca
Steakhouse.  Another restaurant I’ve always wanted to go to.  This
has to be one of the best birthday’s ever.  From the dress, to the
perfume, and now our night; he’s doing so much for me. 
He must like
you, Ely.  Stop doubting yourself!
 

With his hand still resting on
the small of my back, he gestures for me to follow our hostess to a secluded
table in the corner.  Feeling like the world has disappeared, except for
me and Alex, I sit down and marvel at the privacy he has afforded us. 
Shortly after, the waiter brings us sparkling water along with our menus, and after
taking our drink order, he disappears. 

Sitting across from each other,
there hasn’t been much conversation all night, but it’s not awkward.  It’s
nice to enjoy each other’s company without the need to fill the void with
unnecessary chatter.  Biting my lip, I look up from the menu to notice him
staring at me.  I blush and decide to bridge the gap between us. 
“You’re so far away,” I pout.  “Is it okay if I move closer?”  Alex
simply nods and pats the seat next to him. 

As I move closer, the waiter
comes back with our drinks and is ready to take our order.   Justin
tells us the specials, but I’m not paying any attention.  Both Alex and I
are fixated, staring into each other’s equally intense eyes.  Once he’s
done rattling off the specials, Alex nods at me, letting me know I should
order. 
Not ordering for me today, huh?
  With a sly smile, we
both place our order, and once again we are left alone. 

With our booth being discretely
tucked away, I can’t help but wonder if Alex specifically asked for this
seat. 
Is this his way of keeping us a secret?  Oh, who cares!
 
Leaning over, Alex places his hand on my knee and whispers, “Happy Birthday,
Hart.”  His lips brush against my ear, causing my breath to hitch. 
His closeness, his scent, his breath…everything about him makes my insides
shake. 

“Thank you for tonight, Alex,” I
breathe, barely able to contain myself.  “All of this, it makes me
feel…special.”  Staring at me, he licks his bottom lip and continues to
smile. 

I quickly take a drink, trying to
quench the hunger building inside.  Alex’s hand is still on my knee, but
like before, his strong fingers begin to stroke the inside of my thigh. 
This time, his fingers don’t stop.  I gasp with my glass still on my lips,
as they make their way up to the apex of my thigh.  Alex continues to gaze
at me in silence, as an unexpected moan escapes my parted lips.  Not sure
what my face is revealing, my body tells him to keep going, but my mind…oh,
screw my mind!

By the time his fingers reach the
base of my thigh, I’ve already peeled my eyes away from his to look
around.  I had to make sure no one can see our table.  Biting my lip,
my breath is short and quick; the anticipation of his touch, his breath on my
shoulders.  I’m just thankful no one can see the look on my face.

Except for the waiter.

“Do you need anything?” Justin
inquires.  Alex doesn’t pull his hand away, instead pushes closer to my
panties, easily spreading my legs apart.  Placing my hand on top of his, I
slow his movement.  I can’t imagine Alex unraveling me in front anyone,
especially not our waiter.   

With a scowl, Alex looks up at
him, “Unless you’re bringing our food, don’t bother us again.”  Justin
takes the hint, leaving immediately.

“What do you think you’re
doing?!” I pant, my eyes shooting over to the other tables, full of people
enjoying their meals.  Even though we’re discretely tucked away, I know it
doesn’t mean we’re alone.  But, I can’t help but notice that everyone
seems to be unaware and involved in their own conversations.  Who am I
kidding?  I’m far from minding his bold gestures of affection, in public
of all places.  His touch makes me feel desired, and I couldn’t stop it
even if I wanted to.  Which I don’t.

He smirks at me.  “Does this
bother you?”  I shake my head blushing, giving him an invitation to move
closer.  I close my eyes and hear a sharp intake of air, as his fingers
find the edge of my panties, pushing them to the side.  Whispering in my
ear, he breathes, “I want you.  I’ve never wanted anyone, like I want
you.” 

With his declaration, two of his
fingers slip inside of me, making me gasp for air.  Pushing in and out, he
places his other hand at the base of my neck, holding me still.  Clasping
my right hand over his, I want him to stop, but I can’t seem to make him. 
The movement feels too good as his fingers massage my insides.  Gripping
my hand over his, I help him push deeper…inside and out.  He continues to
torture me, building my climax…suddenly he stops, pulling his fingers out to
rest on my thigh. 
What?  Why?
  Just as I open my eyes, I
see him licking his fingers. 
Oh my God.
  And then, Justin
enters with our sizzling appetizers. 
This waiter is infuriating
. 

The remainder of the dinner, Alex
doesn’t touch me.  I know what he’s doing, and trust me its working. 
As the night progresses, I crave him even more.  We eat, drink and talk as
I try to ignore the dull ache between my thighs. 

Our conversations are light,
revolving mostly around his grandmother and Rachel.  You know, the basic
discussions of a budding relationship.  But, as our main course arrives,
our discussion is replaced by indulgence.  Not only for our dinner, but
for each other, as well.  His eyes, the way they roll over my body and
fixate on my mouth and breasts, makes me salivate with need.  I can’t
believe how shameless I’ve been with him.  Reluctantly, I decide to be
good and only fantasize, instead of acting upon my desires.  At least for
the time being.

~~~~~

Walking out of the restaurant,
Alex abruptly stops.  “Elyssa, as much as I want to take you
home
and fuck you into submission, I have more plans for you tonight.”  If it
was any other man, his dirty mouth would have offended me.  But, with the
way the words roll off his tongue, I’m unable to find any coherent words to say
any different.  I nod, holding onto his elbow to steady myself.  He
smirks, pulling me in so close that I can feel his erection on my hip. 
Unfortunately, as soon as he recalls where we are, he removes himself from our
tight embrace, leaving me bereft. 

“Since we’re already here, I
figured we could go to Suscita.  It’s on the top floor and the view is
breathtaking.”  Even with his slight lapse in judgment, his excitement
leaves me even more energized.  Deciding to forget his momentary mistake,
I thank him with my genuine smile as he leads me in the direction of the
elevators.

To say the ride up to the 46
^th
floor was thrilling would be a gross understatement.  Being the only ones
in the elevator, except for the operator, Alex digs his ever growing erection
into the small of my back, kissing my neck from behind.  Not wanting to be
outdone, I decide to have playtime of my own.  Reaching behind me, I
massage his thick erection through his trousers.  Quickly, his kisses are
replaced with moans and panting, making me even more aroused.  I would
normally be more concerned with the thoughts of the elevator operator, but
hearing Alex so turned on by my touch, well that has clouded my judgment. 
What operator?

The elevator comes to a halt and
I release my hand from his now rock hard erection.  My hand doesn’t get
too far though, as Alex grabs it leading me out into the blast of loud
music.  The DJ is playing an eclectic arrangement of music and after he
talks to the hostess, we’re seated right away at a private table. 

Settling down, I notice that once
again, we are tucked away from everyone.  My insides are reeling from
earlier and know he will touch me again; it’s just a matter of when.  A
waitress wearing next to nothing in a bikini top and boy shorts takes our drink
order.  I can’t help but steal a glance at Alex, checking to see if he
notices her provocative outfit.  But my worries are quickly put to rest,
catching his smoldering eyes staring into my soul.  We order the same
thing we did at dinner and Alex dismisses the waitress. 

Music thumping all around us, I
take in my surroundings.  The energy excites me in a way I didn’t know was
possible.  Throngs of people smashed against each other, grinding to the
exhilarating music.  This is shaping up to be the best birthday,
ever.  

Sipping my martini, I start to
sway to the pounding beat.  The music is loud, but at an enjoyable
decibel, and I’m sitting next to the hottest man in the club.  Compelled,
we both stand in unison as Alex starts to creep backwards onto the dance
floor.  He managed to discard his jacket, and lucky for me he looks even
more delectable in his blue dress shirt and gray slacks.  My pulse is
racing; I can feel my heartbeat quicken at the mere sight of him. 

Staring straight into my eyes, I
watch his mouth move as he sings in unison with the piercing music. 
Pulling me in closer, his mouth against my ear, he whispers, “Show me what you
got.”  Pulling me deeper onto the dance floor he continues to sing along
with the music, putting me into a harmonious trance.

I’m blushing from head to toe,
but I can’t resist him.  He has such a deep, sexy voice.  Even though
the music is pulsing all around us, I can hear him.  We’re in our own
private bubble.  I feel his lips moving against my ears and I wiggle
against his body, yearning to be closer to him.

Answering my unspoken desire,
Alex pulls me closer allowing us to grind and move together, in sync. 
Raising my arms so that my hands are resting on Alex’s neck, I begin to roll
and move against his body.  Tilting my head to the side, Alex brings my
mouth to his, deepening our kiss as his hand move along my body.  I can
feel how I’m affecting him, making me even more aroused. 
If that’s
even possible.
 

Not able to resist any longer, he
grabs my wrist, pulling me towards our private booth.  Closing the plush
velvet curtains around the table, he gently tugs me towards the posh green
couches.  Deftly, he pushes the table away from us, at the same time
pulling me into his lap.  Seductively looking into my eyes, I straddle his
legs, just like the night before.  Looking into his blazing indigo irises,
I see his impious desire and I know what he wants.  It’s what I’ve wanted
all night.  I’ve only known him for two weeks, but his erection beneath me
makes me forget about timeframes.  Leaning down, I unleash everything I
am, taking his mouth into mine. 
The sweetness of the alcohol met with
our sweat and desire…hmmm.

Grinding against him, I fist my
hands in his unruly hair, mindlessly listening to Usher’s
Scream
in the
background.  The beat of the song makes me even hotter and I can’t stop my
assault.  Seeing Alex’s face basked in euphoria pushes me to unleash my
inner goddess as I continue to sway with the music.  I’m overcome with
pure confidence and with each moment that passes, I want him more. 
Gracefully, he lifts me so I’m standing in front of him, and even though we’ve
lost the physical connection, it doesn’t bother me.  It gives me a chance
to dance.  To dance for him.

Surrounded by curtains, our tiny
portion of the club is completely dark.  Although I can barely see him, I
know his eyes are taking in my every movement.  I continue to dance
provocatively in front of him, feeling freer than I’ve ever felt.  Turning
around so my back is to his front, I twist and roll to the music.  Placing
my hands on his knees, I bend over and grind against his waist.

Just as I’m on my second dip, my
dancing is abruptly halted.  Spinning me around, he slips his hands under
my short dress.  Dragging my hips towards him, he gently spreads my legs
so I’m once again kneeling around his lap; around his arousal.  So quick,
that if I even wanted to stop him, I wouldn’t be able to, he moves my panties
aside and unexpectedly slips deep inside me.  My eyes shoot open. 
I’m trembling as he slowly circles and moves inside of me, filling me
deep. 

Taking my face into his large
hands, his eyes search my face for assurance.  “Is this okay?  Do you
want me to stop?” 

Breathless I groan, “Yes! 
No!”  That is all I can get out before his lips are on mine, effectively
silencing me.  The only sound is our heavy breathing and Usher screaming
in the background.  My head thrashes back and I cry out in pure joy and
ecstasy.  For the second time in as many days, this delicious man is
inside me; deep inside and it feels so right.  Because I want this too, I
start to move with the music, each tantalizing thrust pushing sensation
throughout my body.

Wait…What am I doing?
  Abruptly I stop and look
around, at what I don’t know because it’s so damn dark; all I can see is Alex.
  Looking up at me, still inside, his words rush at me in a
half-scream, “What’s wrong?  I thought…”

“I do, but…fuck.  We’re at
the club!” I gasp, still panting.  “We’re going to get in trouble.”

“Not unless we get caught!” 
Swiftly he pulls out of me and twists me around so that my back is facing his
front again.  Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back so I’m sitting on his
lap, his legs in-between mine.  I’m barely holding onto his knees when he
tenderly extends his long fingers around me, underneath my skirt, and starts to
unravel me with his hands, pulling me closer to his pulsing erection, closer to
my climax.