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Thread: Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

Melanie laughed throatily at the drink as he extended it towards her. She had assumed a shot, much like the one he had in his glass on the bedside table would be served. Instead, he presented her with a full-on large-sized glass of liquor even after hearing of her sensitivity to the straight alcohol. She tilted her head back, draining about half of the cocktail before responding to his offerings. Ahhh well I am sure the boss would have my ass if I kept their best bartender up here all night Even though the thought is quite enticing. Moving slowly, she let her fingernails graze over the sensitive skin behind his ears before trailing down the side of his neck until they hit the low neckline of his black tee. And any time you want a private dance All you have to do is ask. If youre especially good I might even see if Scarletts willing to dance with me Another chuckle escaped her blood red lips as she leaned in to whisper, But just for you. With her mouth so close to his ear, she took advantage and pulled his earlobe between her lips, nibbling on it lightly before switching the sensations and dragging her teeth, very slowly against the tender flesh. Reaching to the side, she placed her drink down so she wouldnt spill it and with her mouth still mere centimeters from his ear she asked, So How would you like me? She would get his input first since there were a dozen or more ways that she had floating around her mind regarding him.
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We can tell the boss Rolf is a better bartender. No harm in keeping the second best bartender all tied up, right? The blonde smirked. Rolf was...getting there. He was up and coming. He had a good memory on drink mixes, and Reyson was teaching him some tricks, but right then there was still no comparison for the two. But therein was the half-joke. He shivered from the way she touched him, light yet infinitely alluring, thrilling him in a way that challenged every muscle in his body to not drop the conversation, throw her on the bed and take her right then. Reyson's face flushed from the whisper, from how her warm breath felt right against him, and from how...there was just something so hot about whispering. It was sensual, in its way. Even with just the two of them here, whispering their words was a huge, huge turn-on. I'd love to have you both dance for me. Just for me, he said with another shiver, tilting his head to give her as much access to his ear, to hell, to anything she wanted. Reyson's eyes fluttered shut. Blushing, even as his words were bold, he continued whispering back, I'd love to have just you perform, but...mm, I'd love having you both together too. Then a question was posed. The question. Lord, did he ever have a thousand and one ways in mind. So many, he breathed in response, so, so many ways. The way she nibbled brought another delightful shudder. His hands went to Melanie's hips where they soon smoothed around to the back of her outfit, but they were not to remain there long. His touch dipped down beneath the poofy mesh skirt, wondering with his mind and feeling with his hands as to what, if anything, she wore beneath. Each palm smoothed from her cheeks down to the backs of her thighs, then back up to her tush, gripping each half firmly in the wise expanse of his palms. First...on your back. I want to have you gently. It was the simplest thing in the world, yet he couldn't help nervous butterflies from fluttering around in his stomach as he said it. He felt embarrassed, in a way, like he was supposed to have her bend over the ottoman and pump her butt full of spunk, or lay back while she bounced in his lap till his dick fell off. Or something equally rough. And while he desired those things, while he indeed wanted to fuck her, it was all so much, so fast. Everything. He would have accepted anything right then to really just ground the moment. I want to lay with you and take you slow...Melanie, he whispered, keeping his ear tilted upward in an ever-offer to her mouth. I want to look you in the eyes. I want to feel your body wrapped around me. I want...I want you to know how beautiful you are.
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Melanie paused what she was doing, just for a moment, barely noticeable in the grander scheme of things but he had surprised her. Usually men wanted something fast, hard, kinky Slow and sensual sounded alluring. Mmm she verbalized her agreement as her lips were still continuing their attentions on his ear. With a flick of her tongue, she dragged the tip of it down along the back of his ear until she caught the lobe again, giving it another gentle bite. Meanwhile, her hands both pressed up against his chest, her palms laying flat as they moved up and beneath the shoulders of his jacket, pushing it back off of his arms as she began to undress him. His hands were wandering as well and as they slipped beneath the skirt, they would no doubt find a thin strip of lace that could be considered by some as a thong though it didnt truly cover much. The strips crossing over her hips were thin and string-like, flowing down into a single ribbon of black lace that was barely an inch wide. Just barely enough cloth to pretend like she had something on beneath her costume. He continued his whispered words and she felt a shiver run down the length of her spine. Hes quite the romantic. she thought with an internal chuckle. Now if only she could take it slow and steady like he wanted to for this first round. She had been eyeing him for a few days since he had moved into the brothel and was afraid she would speed it up accidentally. That sounds perfect. She whispered to him and as the jacket fell behind him, she moved on to his t-shirt. Wrapping her hands around the hem, she tugged it slowly up over his body, waiting for him to raise his arms so she could pull it off of him completely. Her eyes drank in the sight of him as she finally had him shirtless. He wasnt as bulky as some of the other men downstairs but he was still well muscled and she ran her tongue across her lips, moistening them as she admired the view.
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He fought none of it. The nibbles to his ears. The disrobing. Everything this woman wanted from him, he went for it, leaning into her touches, breathing hotly the entire time. When she guided his shirt up he removed his hands from her body, but only long enough for that, guiding them back underneath her puffy mesh skirt once his lean, strong chest was bare. It was hairless, shaved completely smooth, something he'd started doing years ago when getting into swimming as a hobby and even now, though he was only semi-active in the sport-side of the hobby, Reyson was just so used to keeping up on it. Plus, call him vain, but he felt it made the muscles he did have look more defined. But, mm, speaking of curved, alluring parts of one's body, then there was Melanie's butt. Back beneath her skirt, his wandering hands found those strings at either hip with little exploration though, they were willing to put in as much exploration as it took. They untied her thong, pulling the amusingly thin fabric from between her thighs and letting it drop to his bedroom floor, leaving the redhead now bottomless aside from the skirt of her outfit. His palms wrapped around her cheeks again, giving them a bit of a squeeze, then falling back into a firm, but admiring touch, rolling and gripping, kneading her there almost like a massage. So beautiful, he whispered, urging her closer with the hold his hands had on her. The invite to climb into bed with him was a clear one. The way he tried to guide her to his lap as he sat there on the bed's edge was even clearer. You're so beautiful, Melanie...first time I saw you, it was all I could think... Were you supposed to look a hooker in the eyes? That's what he was doing, chin lifted, hazel-hued gaze looking up into hers. But she wasn't one to him. At least, he didn't think of her in that sense, the reality of their jobs aside. Maybe he was too sweet to be working in a place like this. Maybe that was it.
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Melanies mind grew hazy and she did not know whether it was from the pure liquor or the mans touch. Either way, she wasnt going to argue. It made each sensation more pronounced, each touch more noticeable, each breath was hot like fire when he exhaled against a bare patch of her skin. Neither did she resist his urgings and once more she had to remind herself to take it slow. The vampiress eased into his lap, pressing a hand against his chest in an effort to make him either move back or lay down and as he did, she slid onto the bed with him. Melanie pressed her knees against the side of his hips as she knelt, straddling Reyson but before he could do so much as blink, her mouth was pressed to his. Even though she had tried to quench the heat, hold it back so that she could keep things slow, his whispered words and wandering hands sparked something in her. Both hands found their way to the back of his neck, one slowly massaging the back near his nape while the other threaded up and through his long blond hair. She squeezed her one hand gently, tugging ever so playfully at his tresses but once again she kept it light. There would be time for more hardcore activities later, if they both desired Though she had to admit that this This was new for her and therefore more memorable than anyone else she had been with thus far. A soft sound of satisfaction left her lips as they were molded against his and she brought her body closer to his, pressing her breasts fully against his bare chest as she deepened the kiss. Heat coursed through her body as her tongue played against his lips, seeking entry so that it could play against his.
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It took no more than the woman's touch to encourage his back along the mattress. The world outside the room be damned, blood pumped excitedly through his body as only thoughts of her, of this, found room in his mind. Reyson's eyes descended the closer her lips moved to his once she set upon them, they closed in full. Mmnh, was the soft exhale that followed, feeling her straddle and her eager kiss. He kissed back, touch for touch, meeting the redhead's lips in a series of long, firm, affectionate kisses. ...By God, she tasted fantastic. And smelled the part, too. Reyson was ever in awe of how wonderful girls smelled, how sweet they tasted, how soft they were to the touch... The hands on the back of his head caused him to part that kiss and breathe. To just breathe. She could touch him however. She could touch him as she wished, and as he let her he pressed his cheek to hers, exhaling warmly against the side of her face. So beautiful...Melanie...so...so... But the words were lost, kissing starting anew. That was her tongue now. He could taste it, moaning against her open mouth in acceptance. His arms rose up and wrapped themselves around her back, holding her firm to his bare chest. But that was more than a simple, possessing touch - Reyson rolled her over, rolling with her, rolling Melanie onto her back and he on top. The kiss didn't break. He sucked on her tongue throughout the roll and after, holding it in his mouth, keeping it. It was his. One hand kept wrapped around her back while the other fell, rediscovering the dancer's firm left cheek, rediscovering how indescribably sexy it felt when he gripped down on it firm. His own body was atop her now. They were still far too clothed, the both of them, but he didn't seem to care. From the waist down he still wore a pair of dark blue jeans with a belt around his waist, and he still had his sneakers on even, but Lord if he seemed to care. Once he was atop her he just began to grind, pressing his clothed crotch to her bare one. Rubbing. Aching. The open-mouthed kiss finally found a part. Reyson's face pressed to hers. His breath danced along it. Their cheeks rubbed. His arms gripped. He brought his lips right down to her right ear and whispered, grinding slowly, firmly against her crotch, You're so fucking beautiful...
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This wasnt at all what she had expected. That simple thought rolled through her mind time and time again, whenever she managed to break out of the lusty, lethargic haze that he had put her in. If she had any doubt about the bartenders sexual prowess and powers of seduction before, they were now effectively banished. Then suddenly he was on top of her and she blinked, dazed, wondering how she had gotten into this position but once more he broke her train of thought as he rolled his hips forward, eliciting a soft moan from the vampiress. The sudden exhalation of sound causing their mouths to vibrate lightly against one another as their slow yet intense kiss continued. It seemed as if every nerve in her body was in a full state of awareness. The desire to peel off the remainder of his clothes suddenly became too much for her to handle and as he pulled back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear she chuckled throatily and admitted as much to him. If you wish to have those jeans still in tact within the next few minutes I suggest you help me remove them. Otherwise, I cannot promise that I wont rip them straight off of your hips. Her voice was notably affected by her lust and she had a dreamy quality to her tone. Though she tried as hard as possible to allow him to take things as slowly as he wanted, she thought she would assist him by slipping her hands down to his waist, curling her fingertips beneath the waistband of his jeans and teasingly dragging them inwards so that they lightly brushed his lower abdomen. As soon as her hands hit his belt buckle she tugged at the leather, dragging it backwards so the metal pins fell out of their holes and she could work on the button to his jeans next. What is it about you, Reyson, that makes me want you so badly? she asked in a breathy whisper as her head lifted from the mattress, trailing kisses down over his collarbone and outwards to the front of his shoulder.
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Touching. So much touching. ...Not enough touching. His hands explored her, as hers freely did him. He gripped her backside, kneading the firm musculature with a lustful, perverted touch. He hugged his other arm around her back, for awhile the center of it, then it eventually moved to her upper, possessively giving her chest nowhere to go but to press firmly against his. For a moment that arm dipped to her lower back, but that was only so it could move back up, traveling the expanse, feeling the full curve that a woman's body always seemed oh so willing to arch into. Eventually it ended up at her shoulder blades and then higher, around and beneath her, until his grip was exploring that beautiful head of hair. The other was not shy during this exploration, releasing its grip on the vampiress' lovely ass to smooth along her thigh. Hooking the back of her left knee in his right palm, Reyson urged it to wrap around his waist as he continued to just fucking grind down into her. You do it, he whispered in response to her comment on his jeans. She already was, or at least started to, teasing the skin there, unhooking his belt for him. There was something about having your lover undress you, and you undressing them in turn. There was just something about a person needing you naked, and needing it now. Reyson kept his lips right up against Melanie's ear, making sure she heard everything, everything from every simple breath to every deep, masculine moan, to even the vulnerable whimpers. He needed her. The last thing he would do now was hide that. Groaning, his entire lean, muscled abdomen and strong hips rolled in fluid motions with the grinds, dryhumping her bared petals without an ounce of shame. Her question had him wondering a moment. It was rhetorical, sure, but he had a private smile as he replied, Once, I mixed a girl an appletini while she rocked her hips on my face. That smile turned into a grin. It was a bet. The drink only came out so-so, but she told me the oral was fantastic. His tongue darted out, continuing the theme of exploration. Rather than just nibble at her ear, he licked Melanie there, carefully moving his warm, wet tongue around the inner curves of her ear. Do you have something else to wear? The licking stopped, his lips going back to their whisper. Reyson's right hand left her leg and somehow managed its way between their chest, gripping at the silvery front of her costume. Gripping at her left breast through the fabric, his voice was as much an aching plea as it was impassioned, I want to rip it off.
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With permission granted, Melanie deftly flicked open the button and dragged down the zipper with a single hand. That same hand, seconds later was tugging at the top of his jeans, dragging them lower on his hips. She wanted them off. Now. And though time and time again she tried to stifle the sense of urgency that she felt, she knew it was a losing battle. In response to his question she murmured, Yes. Im a girl, she would have chuckled at the question if she hadnt been so preoccupied with tearing his pants off so that he would finally be completely nude but since her lithe frame was pinned beneath him it was hard to find leverage. Plenty of outfits. Tear it off. I want to feel your skin on mine His story had incited further arousal and she had briefly pondered challenging his claim about his oral skills. No. At another time. She didnt think she could stand any more teasing or foreplay than this. The vampiress was already close to losing control. She dragged her free leg up onto the bed, placing the flat of her foot against the mattress and giving her enough leverage to turn the tables. Throwing all of her weight into it, she reversed their positions so that she was once more on top and she didnt waste the opportunity. Hooking her fingers beneath his waistband she tugged his jeans the rest of the way off, pushing his sneakers off as well when they became a hindrance.
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And just like that she was on top of him again. Reyson blinked. He then smiled up at her, which rapidly evolved into a grin. Had he forgotten the woman's forwardness already? That she'd insist on being on top should come to no surprise. The blonde shifted his defined body back and forth as needed as she rid him of the clothing, tugging the pants off, sending his sneakers to the floor with them. The socks were kicked off quickly after, one foot pressing to the ankle of the other as he pushed each down and onto the floor. Then it was just the boxers. That was it, a thin layer of silver-gray soft polyester with a black elastic waistband was all that separated a very aroused bartender from his pretty dancer. And if that very aroused arousal wasn't proof enough of his body's need, a sizable, dark patch slicked their front, marking his attraction for this woman as just that much less deniable. His chest rose and fell excitedly with quickly paced breaths. Reyson was only leaning back on his elbows for a few seconds once she had him down to his boxers. When she settled her bottomless bottom back into his lap he reached his hands up while remaining in that half-raised lean. One went to her hip, thumb on her belly, fingers around her side. The other went to the top of her silver and black outfit, pulling the bow daintily till it came loose, a cute contrast to what was going to come next. The one hand was only on her side a moment, soon joining his other to grab the fabric between her breasts, jerking in exact opposite directions. The first jerk saw her tits freed, and God, were they fucking gorgeous. His hands went to palm them each immediately, cupping the warm orbs and their hardened tips. But his grip wasn't there long, traveling then back to her outfit where he grabbed the center of the criss-crossing lace and gave another jerk, ripping it as far as her navel. The rest was left, for now. It was torn and hanging at her sides. It covered her belly. The skirt hung alluringly around her hips. This was enough. Reyson's body shot up into a full sit back on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor again, Melanie straddling his lap. His arms wrapped around her back, urging her against his chest as he hugged her close, relishing the feel of flesh on flesh, of hot skin on hot skin. Her softer form against his harder, masculine one. So warm, he whispered, feeling her collar bone, her breasts, her ribs... Hugging around her, he placed a series of quick, needy kisses along her jaw, starting at the top and rapidly moving his way to her lips.
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While Melanie had retracted her body from his, even for the briefest of moments to undress him, she had regained a bit of clarity. The overwhelming blinding sense of lust pulled back, just a little, and helped to edge away the haziness from her mind. But that thin moment of clarity was brief because as soon as her body was on him again, her legs straddling his hips, her body took over once more. He tore at her dress, sending the thin fabric flying apart to reveal her breasts and his warm hands engulfed them, massaging the tender orbs until he ripped the dress further and sat up, pressing his tightly toned body against hers now. Her hardened nipples slid across the smooth expanse of his chest and she shuddered at the sensation. More. She managed, another partial thought passing through her lips in a heated whisper. The vampiress couldnt stand it. That thin piece of cloth was all that stood between them and she ground her hips down hard onto him, already so wet that her own juices slickened the material. She was unable to stand it anymore and she lifted her hips, slipping her hand down between their bodies until she felt the elastic waistband on his boxers. Being a vampiress gave her a few qualities over a regular human and the enhanced strength was one of them. Something she rarely used but right now, the cloth needed to come off and she wasnt going to retract her body from his again to pull them down leisurely. The fabric ripped and she switched hands, repeating the motion with the other side until she could whip the ragged fragments off of him. A moan of arousal filling her throat as his cock was freed. It was almost a pity that she didnt have a chance to look over him first, the width and length of him might have given her pause but instinct drove her actions instead. Her blue eyes met his gaze, holding it as she lifted her hips and guided him in between her folds. A quick thrust and he was inside of her, filling her completely and her muscles spasmed around him with the sudden assault. Oh god she silenced her moan as her lips found his again. Taking him even though he would most likely give himself willingly. Possessing. Her muscles finally acclimated to his girth and she swiveled her hips once more, circling once before they began to rise and fall in an erratic rhythm. Her mouth broke from his and she gasped softly, burying her face against the side of his neck as she moaned out his name. Reyson