As soon as we walked out of the house, my giddiness increased even more.
My boyfriend, Alex, and I often played scenes to make sex hotter. And tonight, we would be going to a bar, pretending to not know each other. Alex fucks better when jealous, and I can't wait to see him all possessive.
Alex’s hand tightened around mine as he guided me to his car, opening the door for me with that possessive look that always made my heart race. I slid into the passenger seat, grinning as he got in and gave me one last, smoldering look before revving the engine.
The drive to the bar was filled with sdmall glances and teasing touches. I felt his hand brush my thigh, the warmth of his fingers through my jeans enough to leave a tingling trail on my skin.
He looked over, his smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth, but he said nothing. He didn’t need to. The look in his eyes was enough to tell me that he was excited.
Once we pulled up outside the bar, he leaned over, pulling me into a kiss that was gentle but laced with a warning. His hand was firm on the back of my neck, keeping me close as his lips moved against mine.
“Remember, you’re mine alone,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice low and edged with that possessive tone that made my clit pulsate.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking as I pulled back slightly, still close enough to feel his breath on my lips. “And what if someone tries to kiss me? What do I do then, Mr. ‘you’re mine alone’?”
He let out a low chuckle, nuzzling his nose against mine. “You, young woman,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek, “are to speak to no one. Just look pretty from a safe distance, okay?”
I laughed, nodding in agreement. His words were playful, but I could see that flicker of seriousness behind his eyes. With a final kiss, we both got out of the car and headed inside.
The bar was crowded, with music thumping and lights dimmed to a cozy glow. Alex led us in, his hand still firm on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd. I could feel his fingers pressing into me, as if he needed to remind me that he was there. But as soon as we reached the dance floor, he released me, nodding towards the bar stand with a smirk.
“Stay where I can see you,” he murmured, giving me one last look before slipping into the crowd. I rolled my eyes, but the smile on my face betrayed how much I enjoyed his protective nature. He might have let me go for now, but I could feel his gaze on me, watching every step I took.
At the bar, I leaned forward, signaling the bartender. Almost immediately, he noticed me and walked over.
“Hey, beautiful. What’s a lovely lady like you doing here alone?” he asked, his tone smooth and confident. The wink he tossed in for good measure was enough to make me want to burst out laughing. Poor thing had no idea what he was getting himself into.
I glanced back, just in time to see Alex’s eyes narrowing as he watched the interaction from across the room. Turning back to the bartender, I gave him a teasing smile, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger.
“How are you so sure I’m here alone?” I replied, my tone just as playful. I could practically feel Alex’s tension from where he stood, but I couldn’t resist the little game. After all, we were here for that.
“Oh, are you not?” the bartender responded, raising an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
“Get me a glass of tequila, sweetheart,” I told him with a wink of my own. He chuckled, nodding as he turned to get my drink.
When I looked back towards Alex, I saw his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on me like a hawk. I couldn’t help myself. I gave him a wink, biting down on my lower lip just to see his reaction. And sure enough, his face darkened with that possessive fury I had grown to love.
The bartender handed me the tequila, but before I could even take a sip, Alex was striding across the room, his eyes never leaving mine. His steps were quick, decisive, and everyone around us seemed to instinctively move out of his way. Within moments, he was at my side, his hand wrapping firmly around my wrist.
“Time to go,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with authority. He didn’t give me a chance to protest as he pulled me away from the bar, steering us towards the exit. I could feel the tension radiating off him, but I followed willingly, my heart racing with excitement.
The drive home was filled with silence, heavy with anticipation. He didn’t speak, didn’t even look my way, but his grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. I could see the restrained anger in his eyes, and it only fueled the butterflies in my stomach.
As soon as we got back to the house, he barely waited for the door to close behind us before he spun me around, pressing me against the wall with a firmness that took my breath away. His hands were on either side of my head, caging me in as his eyes bore into mine, filled with a possessive fire that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck. I wanna fuck you so bad,” he breathed out, his hungry eyes on my lips.
I tucked my lower lip between my teeth, knowing how much that turned him on.
“What are you waiting for then? My clothes are still fucking on.” I slowly raised my gaze to see how dark his eyes had turned.
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance between us, his mouth crashing onto mine in a kiss that was both rough and possessive. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me tightly against him, leaving no space between us. I felt his fingers dig into my sides, grounding me.
My hands found their way around his neck, threading through his hair as I kissed him back with equal intensity.
“Fuck,” I breathed out as I pulled back slightly.
“Fuck me, Alex. Right now. Please.”
A groan left his lips before I was lifted off the floor and being led to the bedroom.
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