Envy

A/N: Weird... an update? haha... Its been a while, I know, but Ive been writing and re-writng this like a zillion times... Im not entirely impressed with it, but whatev.

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Dance With Me


Lindsey took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, a small grin forming on her lips. Paul was going to die hen he saw her -when he decided to leave the cookies alone long enough to look at her, he was starving when he got home from work and somehow Lindsey had convinced him to take her dancing. She loved dancing, and remembered when Ralph and her went out every once in a while -it was so fun, even if they always seemed to end up at the gay-bars.

She smiled, turning in the mirror to see how she looked. She decided to go with the white dress that Ralph and her had found while shopping the other weekend. The bottom was seductively tight around her hips, resting a couple inches below her bottom, while the top of the dress was loosely draped low -there was no option of a bra, since it was backless and the plunge went straight down to her belly-button. She had even sat around the apartment for a couple hours in big rollers so her hair fell in soft curls. Lindsey had to admit it…she looked damn hot.

Humming softly, Lindsey nodded her head to the music that was playing on the radio as she put on her gold hoops and matching gold bangle bracelets. She had decided to keep her makeup natural looking, and not put any lip-gloss on -Paul hated lip-gloss with a passion anyways when he tried to kiss her.

“Baby, I don’t know what shirt-” Paul’s voice came from the doorway, “Holy shit.”

Lindsey looked over to Paul, smirking lightly, “I thought you were going to wear the black one.”

Paul stayed silent, closing the space between him and Lindsey and wrapped his arms around her, his hands slipping over her bottom, appreciatively. He pressed his body close to hers, looking down into her baby blues and grinned, “I might have to keep you hostage for tonight.” his voice was dark with lust.

Lindsey shook her head, “No, we’re going out. We never go out.”

“There’s going to be so many guys looking-” Paul groaned.

“But I’m not going home with them, am I?” Lindsey cut in, wrapping her arms around Paul’s neck. She peppered light kisses on his jaw line, “I’m going home with you,” she whispered.

Paul nodded, sighing heavily, “The black shirt?” he asked, grinning.

Lindsey nodded, her arms slipping off his shoulders, “Go get dressed, I don’t want to stand in line forever.”

Paul grunted softly, pressing his lips to Lindsey’s. One of his hands slipped behind her neck, the other cupping her bottom roughly, as he pressed himself into her body, his mouth moving over hers slowly. Lindsey moaned softly, her hands gripping onto his shoulders. She loved Paul’s kisses, especially ones like these, where he gave everything he had in his being to her in a single kiss, like he was giving her a part of his soul. Lindsey grinned against Paul’s mouth, gently pulling away. His eyes were almost black with want.

~*~*~

Paul had his arm wrapped tightly around Lindsey’s waist as they made their way to the bar, the pounding music filling his senses. When was the last time he went to a club? Every single guy that was looking at Lindsey, Paul had to bite his lip and make some sort of brow raise, or glare a little bit, to the prick to let him know that she was with him and him only.

They had taken about three shots each, and Lindsey was now trying to finish off her rum and coke, Paul held a longneck beer in his hand, his other resting comfortably on Lindsey’s hip. Lindsey pressed back against him, swaying gently to the music as she finished off her drink, and looked back at Paul, who was chugging down the last of his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand then let out a quiet belch. So attractive.

“Are you going to ask me to dance anytime soon?” Lindsey half-yelled up to Paul.

Paul smirked back down at Lindsey and walked them out to the dance floor, where sweaty bodies ground up against each other, and the women slid their forms up and down men like a bitch in heat. Paul grabbed onto Lindsey’s hips as she pressed her back against him, her hands immediately sliding up to hold onto the back of his neck, as he bent his head down to kiss the back of her neck. Lindsey grinned, moving against Paul to the beat of the music. She loved dancing with him.

Paul gripped Lindsey’s hips loosely as he moved with her, grunting softly at the feel of her ass pressed snugly against his -he had to admit it- steadily growing, and somewhat painful hard-on. He couldn’t help it and never understood it; Lindsey just made him that way. She could just throw him a sexy little look and lick her lips a bit and he’d be ready to go.

Paul slid his arms around her, letting his fingers brush the swell of her breast softly, but Lindsey didn’t seem to notice. She always got so caught up in the music, letting her body move and sway with the heavy, pounding beat. The flashing lights were starting to give Paul a headache, but he tried to not focus on that, because all he wanted was Lindsey at that moment. Fuck the lights and the people.

Lindsey stilled when Paul sipped his hand under her dress and brushed his fingers against the lace of her panties. “Keep dancing, baby girl.” he said heavily into her ear.

She looked around, seeing that no one was really watching her and Paul and sighed softly, biting her bottom lip when Paul slipped his fingers under the band of her panties. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, continuing to move not only to the beat of the music, but to Paul’s movements as well. He had one arm wrapped tightly around her abdomen, while he sunk a finger into her slick heat, hitting her sweet spot just right to make Lindsey jerk her body and whimper.

He couldn’t believe she was letting him do this to her in public. He really had no plans for this -honestly it wasn’t his thing, but he couldn’t help himself. She just looked damn good and he wanted her so fucking badly. Slowly, Paul scanned the rest of the club and his brows shot up when he saw a couple pressed up against a wall, the man pushing deeply into a practically screaming girl. He’d been to a lot of clubs, but never saw something like that before.

Grunting heavily in thought, Paul walked them back until his back hit a wall in a darkened corner. Lindsey gasped, looking up at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Paul turned them so she was now pressed against the wall, and slid his hand back up, into her dress. Lindsey closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a low moan as Paul teased and manipulated her body so nicely.

“Cant believe your letting me do this to you in front of so many people, baby girl.” Paul rasped heavily against Lindsey’s ear, pushing another finger into her body. “I’m gonna fuck you so they all can see how much you love my cock inside you.”

Lindsey groaned in response, gripping Paul’s shoulders tightly, “I…I-” she stammered, losing herself.

Paul pressed his lips against Lindsey’s softly, trailing his kiss across her cheek and to her ear, telling her that he loved her and if she wanted him to stop, he would. But Lindsey didn’t respond -she wanted it too, there was no denying how badly she wanted Paul right then and there. Crowded club, be damned, Paul was her boyfriend and Lindsey had stopped really caring about how other people thought of her a long time ago.

It happened so suddenly, Lindsey barely had time to breathe. Paul ripped her panties off her body, which kind of hurt from the material digging into her skin so suddenly -not as entirely sexy as in movies and books, and pushed his pants down far enough, then sunk into her body with one thrust. All she could do was gasp loudly at the feeling. He held one of her legs with one hand, the other gripping her hip as he pushed into her body quickly, his lips ghosting over her neck and cheek.

He groped at her skin, working his hand under the top of her dress to cup her breast as he pounded into her, his teeth nipping at her neck. Lindsey tried to catch her breach, her panting coming out in labored, short pants as she wrapped her legs around Paul tightly, urging him on with soft words and firm grips.

It was fast, and deliberate -Paul wasn’t concentrating on making it last, and neither was Lindsey. They just wanted it -wanted each other and when that time came where Lindsey scratched at Paul’s back and yelled loudly, barely audible over the loud music, Paul met her there, burying his head into her hair as he grunted loudly -almost primal sounding, his breath hot and heavy against her skin.

Paul’s eyes met Lindsey’s wide blue ones as they stared at each other without moving. They had just shared a little ‘quickie’ in front of at least a hundred or more people, and they knew that some were watching -who wouldn’t be if they caught a glance? Something like seeing to people fucking against a wall in a club wasn’t something you just didn’t watch. Paul swallowed hard and Lindsey blushed, gently pushing Paul away as he fixed himself up -she did the same.

Then slowly, a grin spread across Lindsey’s features, as she tried to hold down her laughter but to no avail -she broke out in a loud laugh, hiding her face behind her hands as Paul chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly to his chest. That would definitely be something to laugh at years down the road. Who would have thought that Paul Harlow would even think about exposing Lindsey in any way in a public place, and who would have thought that Lindsey Jones would let him?


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