Thrill Seeking

By: Lydia

Inspired by Nelly’s hit song ‘Hot in Herre’

 

 "Good Gracious, that ass is bodacious," He hissed, looking over to a woman crouching over the bar to pick up a bottle of Tequiza. Her pants were tight and cut Dangerously low, while her top was even tighter and cut daringly high. The combination of both resulted in the redhead showing off her tattoo of a devil’s pitchfork and a crescent moon on the small of her back.

His bandmates looked at him as if he was quoting the bible in the middle of a strip club. The five of them were in a penthouse level of the highest hotel in London. Women surrounded the five of them as if they were gods descended upon men. Rounds of women circulated the five of them quickly, so why on earth would he focus on just one. Especially her?

The woman eased herself up from the bar with a bottle of the gold liquid in hand. She took a giant swig, and then caught sight of this… man looking at her. With a smile, she began to dance wildly, throwing her hips out in every direction. She saw him lick his lips, smiling at her. She opened her mouth to take another drink of her beer, leaving it open to show him her tongue ring. It was an imprint of the playboy bunny symbol, swiping her tongue across her bottom lip to let him get a better look.

She closed her mouth, and walked off, slamming her bottle down on the table's ledge, causing it to fall off and break as it hit the cherry hardwood floor.

"Dude, that’s who you were talking about?" One of the men with him asked, placing a hand in his dreaded hair. "What is it with you and thrill seeking?"

He gave a smile, taking out a set of keys to a Lamborgini from his jacket pocket "Why you at the bar if you ain’t popping the bottles?"

"And what good is all the fame if you ain’t fuckin the models? I think he should go. This one looks like she wants him," Another member asked, with a scantily clad woman at his side, both her hands in his naturally frizzy hair.

"Don’t Encourage him, Trev," The Dreadlocked one smiled.

"I’m gonna do it anyway, Jake," he smiled, his blue eyes sparkling with thirst for adventure.

"Okay, okay, go," Jacob sighed, tugging on a few stray dreads. "I try to be the caretaker for you guys, but obviously, you don’t like it. Do what you want."

"Thank you, as if it made a difference," He laughed, walking out into the penthouse foyer. It was a strange shade of pinkish orange, almost like a it was designed by Jackie-o herself. In his opinion, it was fuck ugly and needed to be changed, but it didn’t matter anyway. All this man wanted was her.

He walked to the elevator, stealing a glance as she walked in. he was struck frozen by the look in her brown eyes. He couldn’t possibly believe that this girl was looking at him the whole time. Amazing, he thought to himself. He got in, his leather Gucci jacket swiftly brushing against her bare arm as she bit her lip fiercely, winking at him.

She pressed the floor for the lobby, as he stood behind her, looking at her backside again. His thumb brushed slightly against her tattoo, and she gave a snicker. Her Caramel skin shifted, as the elevator began its freefall into the shaft, stopping as the door gave a ding over the Musak. She lingered in front of him teasingly, making sure that he got a full inhale of her scent, and then walked away storming. Smiling, he followed her through the crowd of people in the lobby.

She stood eagerly at the valet station, looking at the Black flushed pearl colored Lexus SC convertible pull up next to her. He leaned against the door, waiting patiently enough for his turn, despite wanting to have her there. It was all part of the game he was running. She’d tire herself out and then he’d make his move. It was simply waiting for the right time, nothing else.

"Could you be any slower?" She asked the man in the red coat as he gave her the valet key. She got in, Took out the valet key and slipped it into her purse, blew him a kiss and drove off quickly.

"Here you go, Mr.…" The man in the red coat told him, opening the door to his black Lamborgini Diablo.

"No time," He said, getting in and speeding away. He caught up with her at the first stop light, as she turned off onto the highway. He shed his jacket, and pushed back the moonroof of the car, speeding ahead quickly into the night. His two lead feet pulled him closer to the Lexus, that sped with him side by side on the highway. She looked at him, smiled as her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment, and then led him off onto an exit ramp. -Exit 106.

He chased her willingly through the winding country roads, following her professional race car lines through hairpins, s-curves and sweeping straights. He looked down at his speedometer for the first time that night, and smiled. "A hundred, not bad."

He began to hum as he saw her stop and turn into a mountain driveway. He did the same, his foot never touching the brake as he pulled a sharp turn before careening into the rock wall itself at such a high speed.

She took the mountain road up the way until she got to a cliff. She stopped the engine, after checking that he was far enough behind, and went into a clearing, seeing that there had been a few old cans of gas there. Each had still been filled.

She smiled. This was the end of the driveway, the rest was a cakewalk up to the castle that lie ahead. She laced the car with the old gas, taking a twig and then smiling violently. She took out her lighter, that had a skull and two arrows on it, and set the twig on fire, then, she shoved it in the car's backseat, and ran quickly to the mountain, looking for the wooden door that lead to a cave, and disappearing into it. This was definitely going to make sure that he'd be rattled.

He pulled up to the end of the driveway, seeing the car's explosion from far away. He approached it to see if anyone was in there, but he knew that she was long gone. The chassis erupted another fireball of heat, and he stepped back, giving up on the car.

He saw the door swing open in the blaze of the explosion, revealing a lighted hall. He looked around and snook in. He went into another hall, one of mirrors, and saw her with another woman of roughly the same size. She looked into one of them, and sighed.

"Girl, I think my butt's gettin big," She declared to the other woman.

He could help but smile, although the room had felt steamy. He softly took off his T-shirt, and was reduced to a tank top with the word 'vokal' written in small cursive letters on the top of it. He balled the shirt up, and stuffed it into one of his oversized cargo pockets, snickering to himself.

He followed close behind the two as they opened another door, giving way a crowd of sweaty bodies holding up lighters as they danced around the room.

"Nice," she smiled in front of him.

She walked in, him trailing close behind. He began dancing with random people, to look like he fit in, but he knew the only one he wanted to do anything with was oblivious to most of his efforts.

She turned around with a smile, placing her hands in his back pockets while dancing with him and whispering in his ear in a New York accent, "You might not want to stand right there."

"Why?" He asked her, grinding with her as the water sprinkler turned on above their heads.

"I’m getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off." She smiled, throwing out the innuendo-heavy line as they both turned soaking wet, although neither of them cared. "You're getting stiff, aren't you?"

He nodded and found his way to her lips.

"Good," She smiled. "Very good."

She closed her eyes as they grinded against one another even harder. He looked down and asked," What happened to your car?"

"No need to ask," she smiled. "It was an asshole’s. I pickpocketed his valet tag and car keys while he was trying to hit on me."

"You're dangerous like that," He laughed.

"You better believe it," She whispered, as her hand sank inbetween them and began stroking him through his jeans. "I want you. I can't wait to feel you trapped inside me."

"I can’t either. Where do you suspect we go?" he asked.

"I know," She smiled. "Follow me."

"Yes ma'am," He saluted.

They proceeded to go up to a VIP room in the small castle-turned-club, with her closing the door behind them. She lit two candles that were in the fireplace of the room, and began to strip him clear of his clothes, shoving them into a far off corner. He did the same, ripping, shucking, and tugging the minimal clothes from her body until she joined him in his nakedness. She gave him a smile, as he laid her onto the small day bed in the room, and then smiled fiendishly.

"It's been so long," He whispered in her ear, taking one of his fingers into his mouth, and then pulling it out, full of glistening saliva. "I've waited for so long. Are you sure this won't be too much for you to handle?"

She gulped, shaking her head as she felt his finger trail her body, eventually disappearing from both of their sights with a moan from her. She began to squirm, as she felt the finger move back and forth. Her eyes closed so tight that she almost began to cry. Her mouth hung open softly as she spasmed around his finger and tried to catch her breath.

"Danny," she smiled, as the finger reappeared, "You're the best Boyfriend a girl could have. Thank you for playing this game with me. And thanks for keeping us on the down low with the guys, too. Erik would kill me if he found out I was dating his bandmate."

She reached for his hand, and then began to take it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue ring, as he hovered over her, just barely connecting. He whispered into her ear darkly, "I know."

With that, he barged into her and she bit his finger hard. As he started breaking her defenses, sending the blood in her veins rushing back to her heart, She asked, "Danny?"

"Yes, Serena?" he asked.

"Have you ever cut in a restroom?" She smiled.

"Can't say I have," He shrugged.

"Put your clothes back on, then. I want to try something," She smiled. His eyes widened in slight suprize as she gave a giggle.

"Wait, let me just finish here," He ordered. He knew it wouldn't be long, as her shallow moans made him move faster.

"Oh!" he breathed, collapsing as his arms gave way. He pinned her hard to the couch they were on, compromising her air supply. She loved it, it had been written upon her face, so he didn’t really care all that much.

"Now, like I said," She smiled. "Put your clothes back on."

The End

 

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