Here's to Not Caring (1/1)
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ibonekoenTitle: Here's to Not Caring
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Rating: R
Summary: Zeke meets someone at a club.
Author's note: Not my usual pairing. Don't know where my muse came up with this, but I hope you like it.
Zeke eyes the big burly guy standing next to the entrance of Club Ovation. The guy glares at Zeke, who merely smirks and flashes his ID. The guy looks at him skeptically but waves him into the club.
Zeke pockets his ID and moves into the club, taking in the atmosphere. The walls are painting a dark purple with funky designs that glow under the black lights. A bar shaped like an S is set up along one wall, and it is silver with three neon tubes running around the top edges of the sides. In the center of the room is the dance floor, which features multi-colored squares that pulsate with the rhythm of the music. The DJ and his equipment is set up at the far end of the dance floor and to the left of him is a spiral staircase that leads up to the balcony above the DJ’s booth.
Zeke smirks as he glances up at the balcony and sees a familiar face. He knows he’s been spotted as well, but rather than head up the stairs, he goes to the bar and orders a drink, silently counting.
Not even a minute goes by before he senses someone walk up to the bar and stand next to him. He smirks, raising his glass to his lips. “Took you long enough.” he mutters.
“Please.” Delilah says, brushing against him as she motions to the bartender. “I should be saying that to you. I’ve been waiting almost fifteen minutes.”
Zeke rests one elbow against the bar as he turns to face her. “Aw, did I keep the princess waiting?”
She snorts and orders a drink. “Like you care?”
“Would it make you hot if I cared?” Zeke says as he runs his fingertips lightly up her spine, which is exposed by the halter top she’s wearing.
She rolls her eyes, smirking at him. “Do you even know how to care?”
Zeke chuckles and raises his glass in a toast as Delilah’s drink arrives. “To not caring.” he says.
Delilah grins and clinks her glass against him. “To not caring.” she says. Their eyes meet and they both smirk then toss their drinks back. Delilah’s face screws up a little and Zeke just grins.
“Wanna dance or should we just go?” he says.
She smirks and turns to face him, one hand reaching out to slide up his arm. “I think we can stand just one dance.”
Zeke grins and lets his eyes roam over her body. She’s wearing a tight black miniskirt and a crimson halter top. Her hair is down and framing her face and Zeke thinks she looks incredibly hot. “Lead on.” he says, smirking.
She flashes a sultry grin and slinks out onto the dance floor. He follows and lets his hands settle onto her hips as she moves close to him, one hand moving up to rest on the back of his neck. Her other arm slides around his waist, her hand sliding up his back. He slides his hands up her back as they begin to move their bodies in time to the music. Their hips rub and grind against each other and she feels him stirring and responding. She smirks and lightly kisses his neck as his hands slide down to her ass. He smirks, squeezing and then pulling her closer against his body.
She gasps as he leans forward to nibble at her earlobe. “You are good.”
“Well, thank you.” Zeke says, smirking as he kneads her ass.
“I think. . .I’m ready to go.” she says.
Zeke nods, looking smug. “My car’s outside.”
******
They can barely manage to keep their hands off each other as Zeke drives to his house. Once he gets parked and gets out of the car, she immediately pounces on him, kissing him roughly. Her legs wrap around his waist as he lifts her up in his arms, and then he moves toward the front door. He fumbles to get it unlocked as she bites his lower lip. He growls as he gets the door open, then carries her into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. She fumbles with his pants as he shoves her against a wall. He pushes her skirt up, smirking as he realizes she isn’t wearing panties.
As soon as she frees him from his pants, he thrusts inside of her and they both moan. She rakes her nails over his back and he buries his face against her breasts as they move against each other. Her moans grow louder and he grunts, fucking her hard and fast until she throws her head back and screams, her nails digging into the back of his neck. He groans loudly, thrusting into her until he climaxes.
“Oh fuck.” she groans, panting heavily.
“Shit.” he says, equally out of breath.
Delilah smirks as he lowers her to the ground. “So, are we still on for the bondage or are you pretty much done for the night?”
Zeke’s eyes flash predatory and he quickly strips out of his clothes, grabbing her upper arm. “Your ass is mine.” he growls as he pulls her to him.
Delilah shivers. “Oooooh.” she says, smirking. “I think I’m going to like this.”
Author:
ibonekoenRating: R
Summary: Zeke meets someone at a club.
Author's note: Not my usual pairing. Don't know where my muse came up with this, but I hope you like it.
Zeke eyes the big burly guy standing next to the entrance of Club Ovation. The guy glares at Zeke, who merely smirks and flashes his ID. The guy looks at him skeptically but waves him into the club.
Zeke pockets his ID and moves into the club, taking in the atmosphere. The walls are painting a dark purple with funky designs that glow under the black lights. A bar shaped like an S is set up along one wall, and it is silver with three neon tubes running around the top edges of the sides. In the center of the room is the dance floor, which features multi-colored squares that pulsate with the rhythm of the music. The DJ and his equipment is set up at the far end of the dance floor and to the left of him is a spiral staircase that leads up to the balcony above the DJ’s booth.
Zeke smirks as he glances up at the balcony and sees a familiar face. He knows he’s been spotted as well, but rather than head up the stairs, he goes to the bar and orders a drink, silently counting.
Not even a minute goes by before he senses someone walk up to the bar and stand next to him. He smirks, raising his glass to his lips. “Took you long enough.” he mutters.
“Please.” Delilah says, brushing against him as she motions to the bartender. “I should be saying that to you. I’ve been waiting almost fifteen minutes.”
Zeke rests one elbow against the bar as he turns to face her. “Aw, did I keep the princess waiting?”
She snorts and orders a drink. “Like you care?”
“Would it make you hot if I cared?” Zeke says as he runs his fingertips lightly up her spine, which is exposed by the halter top she’s wearing.
She rolls her eyes, smirking at him. “Do you even know how to care?”
Zeke chuckles and raises his glass in a toast as Delilah’s drink arrives. “To not caring.” he says.
Delilah grins and clinks her glass against him. “To not caring.” she says. Their eyes meet and they both smirk then toss their drinks back. Delilah’s face screws up a little and Zeke just grins.
“Wanna dance or should we just go?” he says.
She smirks and turns to face him, one hand reaching out to slide up his arm. “I think we can stand just one dance.”
Zeke grins and lets his eyes roam over her body. She’s wearing a tight black miniskirt and a crimson halter top. Her hair is down and framing her face and Zeke thinks she looks incredibly hot. “Lead on.” he says, smirking.
She flashes a sultry grin and slinks out onto the dance floor. He follows and lets his hands settle onto her hips as she moves close to him, one hand moving up to rest on the back of his neck. Her other arm slides around his waist, her hand sliding up his back. He slides his hands up her back as they begin to move their bodies in time to the music. Their hips rub and grind against each other and she feels him stirring and responding. She smirks and lightly kisses his neck as his hands slide down to her ass. He smirks, squeezing and then pulling her closer against his body.
She gasps as he leans forward to nibble at her earlobe. “You are good.”
“Well, thank you.” Zeke says, smirking as he kneads her ass.
“I think. . .I’m ready to go.” she says.
Zeke nods, looking smug. “My car’s outside.”
They can barely manage to keep their hands off each other as Zeke drives to his house. Once he gets parked and gets out of the car, she immediately pounces on him, kissing him roughly. Her legs wrap around his waist as he lifts her up in his arms, and then he moves toward the front door. He fumbles to get it unlocked as she bites his lower lip. He growls as he gets the door open, then carries her into the house, kicking the door closed behind him. She fumbles with his pants as he shoves her against a wall. He pushes her skirt up, smirking as he realizes she isn’t wearing panties.
As soon as she frees him from his pants, he thrusts inside of her and they both moan. She rakes her nails over his back and he buries his face against her breasts as they move against each other. Her moans grow louder and he grunts, fucking her hard and fast until she throws her head back and screams, her nails digging into the back of his neck. He groans loudly, thrusting into her until he climaxes.
“Oh fuck.” she groans, panting heavily.
“Shit.” he says, equally out of breath.
Delilah smirks as he lowers her to the ground. “So, are we still on for the bondage or are you pretty much done for the night?”
Zeke’s eyes flash predatory and he quickly strips out of his clothes, grabbing her upper arm. “Your ass is mine.” he growls as he pulls her to him.
Delilah shivers. “Oooooh.” she says, smirking. “I think I’m going to like this.”
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