Naughty Girl
By: Coffee
The dirty bass pumped out of the speakers and into the club, much to the
pleasure of the dozens of bodies gyrating to the rhythm. Girls were dressed to
the nines in cleavage revealing tops and push-up bras, short skirts, and knee length
boots. Some were carrying drinks, some were dancing, some were scooping out the
guy eye candy standing by the bar, squinting to see through the smoke.
Out in the dancefloor, squeezed into the middle, was a tall man with dark
hair, sharing a dance with a strawberry blonde. His head was dipped back and
his fingertips on her hips as she moved against him. Her behind was against his
groin and he couldn't help the groan that escaped his mouth. He looked around,
knowing full well it couldn't have been heard over the music.
He'd found out hours earlier that her name was Krystal, and he was
aroused by her courage to come up to him. He'd been checking her out from
across the room, and knew she was looking back at him, but didn't think
anything would come of it.
"What's the matter?" her voice sounded and he opened his eyes
to look down at her.
She had turned, facing him now, and was staring up at him with all
knowing eyes.
"Nothing. Nothing's the matter."
She took his hands and placed him back on her hips, and then moved closer
so one of her legs were between his, and one of his between hers, and started
to dance again.
"Good."
His eyes widened slightly when he felt her body moving against his leg in
an almost blatant sexual manner. As if what she had been doing before wasn't
good enough, and his arousal for her wasn't apparent enough, she had to
basically ride him in the middle of the dance floor.
Krystal smiled as she looked up at him, knowing exactly what every roll
of her hips and arch of her back was doing to him. Even though she could toy
with him just for the simple pleasure of it, there was a method to her madness.
She simply didn't see why she had to be the only one with impure, animalistic
fantasies going through her mind.
This was JC Chasez she was dancing with, she didn't know a woman who
didn't have atleast one erotic fantasy about him. He was the kind of guy who
could make you forget all your morals for the night, and do things that made
your Mama wanna slap you if she found out about it. Like right now, for
example, what she really wanted to do was get down in her knees and....
JC's hand slipped south of her hips and squeezed the flesh he felt there,
pulling Krystal out of her daydream. A slow sexy smile played on her lips as
she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He chose that moment to dip
his head lower and steal a kiss from her. Intoxicating, sweet, yet something
irresistibly naughty. Apparently he liked it because seconds later his lips
were back for more, his fingertips pressing into her again through the thin
fabric of her skirt.
He only pulled away to groan when her leg rubbed against him. His gaze
moved from her now pink and moist lips to her eyes. Her brown stare was
enticing in the most exciting way and he felt all his inhibitions slipping
away. JC raised a finger to run along her bottom lip and she sucked it into her
mouth, smirking at the gasp she heard from a group of woman who had begun
watching them curiously.
He replied was a groan and before she knew it he had grabbed a hold of
her wrist and was pulling her off the floor.
"Follow me."
JC lead her off to the side of the club and nodded his head to the left.
Krystal peered around him at the bathroom door. Her eyebrow raised
inquisitively and he nodded his head again.
"Wait three seconds," he told her.
JC then stepped away and pushed open the door to the men's room. When it
swung closed behind him. Krystal smiled and nearly let a squeal escape. The
situation held a lot of possibilities. A lot of pleasurable possibilities. She
quickly ran through one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi in her
head before stepping towards the door. Her eyes glanced around, trying to see
if anyone was watching. Their actions were unnoticed by all of the party goers,
except for the large man that had accompanied JC into the club, and the table
of women that had been watching them before.
As soon as the door opened she was met with JC's stare. He pulled her
away from the door and pushed it closed. Sure there was several stalls for them
to enter, but he was feeling selfish and didn't feel like dealing with it. He
flipped the dead bolt on the door and turned back to her.
"You were doing that on purpose, huh?"
She replied neither negative nor positive.
Krystal took a few steps back, but she was much shorter than he was and
her legs were smaller, so when he took one large step forward he was once again
right back infront of her. Krystal stepped back again and took on a look of
surprise when her back hit the wall. She only momentarily got to see his grin
widen before he used his body to push her firmly against the wall and kissed
her with a hungry passion. Her intrigue heightened at his expertise, apparently
this idea wasn't entirely new to him. The way he was sucking on her bottom lip
made her wonder if he was going to swallow her up whole, not that she was
turned off by the idea. Actually it was more of a turn on.
At the thought of turned on, his arousal pressing into her stomach became
more apparent. Her hands moved to his chest when she grabbed his collar and
slowly turned him around, his back to the wall now. When she pulled away she
gave him that same sexy smile that she knew was getting to him in the worst
way, before slowly sliding her body down his until she was on her knees.
Krystals hands quickly worked over his belt, stripping it off of him and then
undoing his pants and letting them drop to his ankles along with his boxers. He
stood stiffly at attention before her and she took him into her mouth, sucking
gently. He groaned and pushed himself in deeper before dropping his head back
against the wall.
JC's half-open eyes were staring into the mirror, watching her body as
she worked him over. He focused in on her knees resting on the cold floor
before his eyes slide up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her ass, to
her hips, and up her back. Before he was ready her mouth released him and she
stepped back against the counter. One of her hands slid down her hips to the
hem of her skirt and lifted it up her thigh alittle, tempting him.
He rushed over to her, his lips planted on hers again as his hands
gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her on the counter with ease. Then
she felt his hands on her shirt, and a gush of cold air as he ripped it open.
Krystal pulled away from him and looked down, prepared to protest.
"It was only buttons," he said, "it can be fixed. Besides,
who really gives a shit."
Krystal glared up at him saucily as he ignored her gaze and went back to
work, pulling the cups of her bra down and under her breasts instead of taking
it off all together. His tongue moved over her right nipple, flattening over
it. She sucked her breath in as a hiss and ran a hand over his hair, shirt
buttons now a distant and irrelevant memory. His homage to her skin continued,
turning her nipples into taut little pebbles before his lips traveled down her
stomach and onto her left thigh.
JC pushed her skirt up and yanked on her underwear, affectively ripping
them into two pieces.
"You can sew that too," he offered, kissing her knee.
When he moved, his head disappearing between her thighs she sighed with
anticipation. Finally she felt it, his tongue fluttering over her and she
arched her back, pushing herself against him. His fluttering turned to slow
steady strokes and her hands wove into his hair, aching to express the way he
was making her feel. She started to shake when his lips closed around her most
sensitive body part, and a suction began. Almost a mini version of what she had
done to him. It was only a matter of time before she felt the familiar waves
begin and she started making primitive calls outloud. Her orgasm washed over
her intensely, and when it was over she was drained.
He stood up infront of her, and kissed her lips. His tongue slipping into
her mouth, she could taste herself on him. When his lips left her again she
leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes wanted to close sleepily. Krystal was
so out of it that she didn't notice JC as he slipped on the condom. His intentions
only became obvious when he put a hand on her bottom, holding her in place as
he pushed into her. Suddenly she was awake again, her teeth biting into his
shoulder as he pulled out and pushed into her again, a snug fit.
Normally, with his girlfriend, he would have been a little bit gentler
and a little easier. But this wasn't his girlfriend and he wasn't in that kind
of mood. His hand slid under her, lifting her body off the counter and to a
better angle. He slid in deeper and she groaned wholeheartedly, wrapping her
legs around him. His penetration was filling her with the most amazing feeling.
Her body enveloping him encouraged him to move faster, hitting her harder and
forcing her cries to become louder, her nails clawed at his back.
Suddenly he set her back down on the counter and pulled away from her,
his body completely leaving hers. He reached for her hips and pulled her down,
spun her around and pushed her against the counter. Her eyes met his in the
mirror and all she could see was lust and need displayed across his blue orbs.
JC's hand slid up her spine to her shoulders and he gently pushed her
down till she was laying on the counter, her body offered up to him. Krystal
sighed when she felt him between her legs again, kicking at her heels in a
silent order to spread her legs. He hoped she wasn't offended by his lack of
conversation, although he got the feeling that she didn't care. He was less
interesting in talking and more interesting in take care of the more important
task at hand. She complied with his request and felt him enter her again, his
hands caressing her body. She could feel every inch of him, rubbing against her
wet walls, tickling that certain section inside of her that few of her past
partners had been able to hit.
JC gripped her right thigh and lifted her leg up onto the counter,
stepping closer to her. Her legs now made an almost 90 degree angle and she
slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing herself intimately. The other reached
up, grabbing the faucet, desperate for anything to keep herself grounded.
Without warning her second orgasm started to seep over her and her body
tightened almost to the point JC was afraid she was going to break something
off. The tightness and sensation brought on his own orgasm and he subconsciously
started moving faster.
Muttered naughty words left his mouth and he took on an almost pained
expression and his body shot fluids into the condom keeping them separated. His
swelling and orgasmic rhythm only stretched out Krystal's orgasm and for a moment
she wondered if she could even physically take anymore.
Then it was over, and she was resting against the counter again, her
panting fogging up her reflection. JC stepped back, away from her, and watched
at she struggled to compose herself. His breathing was ragged, sweat was
covering his forehead. She was laying in the sexiest position and he could see
what he had done to her, his arousal coming back at the mere thought of it. An
arm slid under her torso and lifted her again, his lips gently kissing her
shoulder. Krystal placed one hand on the counter, holding herself up and the
other on his arm that was wrapped around her, leaning her head back against
him.
She gave him a heavy lidded look and he smirked. She looked completely
satisfied, but he also had a feeling she was insatiable.
"Bed?"
She chewed it over for a moment.
"Yours or mine?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Yours," she decided.
JC stepped back and pulled his pants back over his hips, the discarded
piece of latex now in the garbage can and her ripped underwear stuffed into his
pocket. Krystal pulled her skirt back down over her body and adjusted her bra
before fingering her shirt. No buttons.
"Here," JC slid off his button down, revealing the pink T-shirt
underneath.
Krystal nodded a thank you and slipped it on before checking herself in
the mirror and turning back to him.
"Black SUV, off to the left side," he supplied.
She nodded and he leaned down to give her one last lingering kiss before
she undid the dead bolt on the door. As it swung closed behind her, her eyes
met that those of the women at the table. They glared and gave her disapproving
shakes of their heads. Krystal adjusted her skirt again, not because it needed
it but more for their benefit, and then wiped her mouth in a sexually
suggestive manner before heading towards the front door.
JC emerged from the bathroom a moment later and nodded at Lonnie who had
taken post at the bathroom door. His hand inconspicuously reached down to pull
up his zipper before he followed after Krystal. The four woman gasped to
themselves before beginning a hushed conversation, Beyonce's Naughty Girl
drowning them out from any eavesdroppers.
The End
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