Undisclosed Desires — Jason - (Part II)
It was a game of seduction, a dance of desire, and I was ready to surrender.
Catch up — Read Part I
Jason
I relished in the thrill of the chase, especially when it came to married or attached men. They were the ones with a burning desire for something different, something forbidden.
They kept their secret fantasies hidden, but with me, they could finally explore them. I was the one who could fulfill their wildest dreams, and they couldn’t resist the temptation to taste and experience it all.
As I adjusted my locks to keep them from getting wet, a voice interrupted, “Hey, watch the hair!”
“Sorry, sometimes it has a mind of its own,” I replied, glancing back at him through the mirror.
As I made my way out, a cowboy caught my eye. He had the perfect fit in his jeans, a tight tee emphasizing his physique, and an ass that practically begged for attention. Our eyes locked for a moment as he headed towards VIP.
I had found my target.
“Jason, over here,” Mikky called out.
I surveyed the room, spotting him.
“What took you so long? I thought you might have already found your first for the night,” he said.
“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” I pointed out the cowboy. “Him. That’s the one I want.”
“Mmm, he’s a real country-fed bubba. That shirt fits him nicely. Damn, look at that ass,” Mikky said, biting his bottom lip.
“Right?” I agreed.
“Do you think he’s here with a girl?” Mikky asked.
I took a sip of my drink. “Could be, could be not. Most likely here with a friend. It’s spring break, after all. These guys are here for the same thing we are… someone ready for a good time,” I replied, poking Mikky in the side.
The cowboy glanced over his shoulder, and our eyes met. “He knows we’re talking about him,” I said, winking at him.
“Go bag’em and count’em. You’re losing this round. I’m going to check out the scene on the dance floor and maybe make a move on that hot bartender. He’s been giving me the ‘I want to dick you down eyes’,” Mikky said, walking over to the crowded dance floor.
I finished my drink and danced my way closer to the cowboy. Stopping a few feet away from VIP. I noticed two large bouncers guarding the entrance.
Two drunk, busty blondes walked past wearing VIP bracelets. “Hey, girls!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around their waists and laughing. I quickly became their new best friend. “I absolutely love your shoes!” I complimented, showering them with praise.
“Yes!” one of them shouted.
“Those shoes…fierce,” I added, as we made our way up the steps.
I slipped away from the girls and bumped into a towering figure.
“That was quite slick,” he remarked, folding his massive arms. It was the cowboy. As he stood there, exuding confidence, I couldn’t help but take a long whiff, inhaling his intoxicating manly scent.
It was a mesmerizing blend of sandalwood, leather, and a hint of something wild and untamed. The scent alone sent shivers down my spine, awakening a primal desire within me.
I met his gaze, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. “You know,” I said, my voice dripping with sultriness, “there’s something undeniably alluring about a man who smells like danger.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, like distant thunder on a stormy night. “Danger can be quite enticing,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of seduction. “But it takes a certain kind of person to handle it.”
I leaned in closer, my eyes locked with his, the air between us charged with an undeniable electric tension. “Well, lucky for you, I happen to be that kind of person,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if sharing a delicious secret.
A playful gleam danced in his eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Is that so?” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. “I’m curious to find out just how much you can handle.”
My heart raced, pounding in sync with the pulsating music around us. Our chemistry was palpable, and I couldn’t resist the magnetic pull that pulled me closer to him. The room seemed to fade into the background as we continued our flirtatious dance of words and desire.
The cowboy’s scent enveloped me in a heady haze of temptation. It spoke of untamed masculinity, a hint of the rugged outdoors mixed with the allure of the forbidden. It demanded exploration, daring me to dive deeper into the depths of pleasure.
It was a game of seduction, a dance of desire, and I was ready to surrender to the intoxicating aroma.
With a knowing smile, he extended his hand, offering me an invitation I couldn’t resist. “Care to join me?” he asked his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
I took his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin against my fingertips, and let him lead me up to his room.
He turned and walked down the steps, and I followed, navigating through the bodies on the dance floor.