5– Steam & passion

Hunter approached the dance floor where the girl was dancing. When he reached her he stood in front of her and looked into her eyes smiling. She was smiling back at him too and still moving. She was much shorter up close and looked younger too, twenty maybe. Not older than twenty-one. Hunter wasn't much of a dancer himself, so he watched her body, trying to memorize the steps and then slowly join in. She looked down at his feet as he copied her steps and then looked back up at him and they began laughing. Hunter noticed that when she laughed, her face brightened up and she looked like the happiest person on earth. With their eyes glued to each other, they laughed and danced like they were the only two people on that dance floor. Hunter couldn't remember the last time he's had so much fun with just one bottle of Hew Point in his system. Probably never.

“I'm Hunter.” He shouted over the loud music so she could hear him.

“I'm Becca.” She responded.

“Nice meeting you.” He held out a hand to her. They were still dancing.

“Same here. Your dance moves are crazy!” She said giving him her hand.

Her hand was soft and warm, he held onto it and raised it to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand slowly while maintaining eye contact. She did not look away, she stared back as though trying to tell him something. Hunter understood the message, the time for the friendly talk was now over and she wanted something more. His eyes told her that he understood her request and would gladly serve. All of a sudden, the deejay changed the upbeat song that was playing and put a slow song. The people around exalted, shouting praises at the deejay and found their partners and started slow dancing. Hunter and Becca stopped dancing and looked at everyone finding their partners. She looked unsure about slow dancing and quickly turned away in an attempt to escape but Hunter took her hand before she could escape him.

“Come on...” He told her. She didn't hear his voice because of the music but she had read his lips.

She smiled but this time she looked a little nervous. But still, she let him pull her close to him slowly. She then threw her arms around Hunter's neck and then laughed because Hunter looked surprised, he did not expect that. Hunter laughed at her silliness and then placed his hands around her waist. They started moving to the slow song.

They didn't speak, just locked eyes and continued moving to the slow rhythm. Their faces were not too far apart. Hunter couldn't resist looking from her huge black eyes to her red plump lips. He looked back into her eyes and saw her eyes slowly moving from his eyes to his lips, and lingering there. And when she stared back into his eyes and gave him a mischievous smile, he knew she was not afraid of him, and she was not afraid to show him what she wanted with her eyes. She might have been younger in age, but he could see she was a big girl. Maybe she could handle him.

Hunter then smiled, feeling pleasure spur into his veins, he placed his hand on her tummy and slowly went around her until her back was facing him. He placed both his hands on her waist and slowly pulled her back against him. With her body against him, he could feel that she wasn't plumteous like he liked, her body fitted against him and even left some space along her edges. For some reason, he felt attracted to her nonetheless. He placed the side of his face against hers, and could smell the soft rosy smell of her perfume. He closed his eyes, letting his craving for her build up as they moved slowly.

After a few seconds, she half turned around in an attempt to look at Hunter's face so he gave her some space to turn around and face him. They stopped dancing. Her eyes was no longer subtle and asking, it was eager and demanding now. Hunter watched the disco lights bounce on her every now and again. She then stepped closer to Hunter and this time when her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips, she pulled Hunter by his shirt and they began kissing. She began tugging at his shirt more and more as if she wasn't getting enough, that's when Hunter placed his hand around her neck, holding her chin and breaking the kiss.

'“You wanna get out of here?” He said in her ear, his hand still around her neck.

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“There's some rooms two streets away–” He stopped short when she shook her head abruptly.

“Do you stay alone?” She asked him.

Hunter nodded slowly, unsure why she would ask him that.

“Then let's go to your place.” She said. “Call an uber.”

“I've just had one Hew, my car is outside, I can drive.” He told her.

She looked up at him and the corners of her lips slightly began turning upwards and then she took Hunter's hand and began leading him out of the dance floor. Hunter tried looking back for Joe to signal him that he was leaving but Joe's back was towards them. He noticed the 6 shots of tequila on their table and wondered how Bella has known which exact table was his.

As they left the club Hunter tried his best not to look in the direction of the bar just incase Bella was seeing him leave with someone else. When they were outside, Becca let him lead her on.

Hunter quickly pulled out his phone and messaged Joe: Your boy got lucky. See u whenever.

Hunter's red car looked good as they approached it, it looked squicky clean and new. Although he was already taking Becca home, he knew that he had just scored bonus points with her because of his sweet ride. I mean, which girl doesn't find a man with a good car more attractive? He felt like spanking the boot of his car, just as a thank you note to it for looking so damn good under the starry sky.

He opened the passenger door for her and waited for her to step in. He waited for her pointy heel to step into the car before he shut the door and went around to the driver's side. He already knew that he was about to fly all the way home cause the flame was already burning and he didn't want it to burn out. He kept his two fingers on his right hand crossed half-way home for any traffic cops.

“Do you have music?” She asked him.

“The radio?”

She chuckled. “No, like music that you listen to in the car, aside from the radio.”

He often connected his phone Bluetooth to the car but he knew that the music he listened to were not romantic at all. He wasn't going to take the risk. His music wouldn't only burn out the flame but it would totally get rid of evidence that a fire even burnt there.

“Nah...” He responded. “I just listen to the radio.”

She turned the radio on and began going through the channels. She stopped at one station playing a song Hunter had never heard and she began singing to it looking at Hunter, expecting him to join in.

Hunter just smiled. She was so intriguing to him, he'd never come across a girl like this before. Maybe because she was so young. He wanted to ask her how old she was but he didn't want to ruin the mood.

“You don't know this song?” She stopped singing and asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you live under a rock?” She asked him.

He shook his head again.

“No, for real. Do you live under a rock?” Her tone was grim. “Is that where you are taking me?”

Hunter laughed, not at her joke but at how serious she looked asking something so silly.

She then smiled and looked out of the window in the dark. She put down her window, letting the wind blow through her hair. She looked so happy and the strange part was that she didn't seem drunk. Hunter had thought that she was drunk when he had first seen her but now, sitting next to her, it didn't seem like it.

He pulled into his driveway and stopped the car. He knew that right now his house wasn't the tidiest but at least it was dark, all he had to do was lead her straight to the bedroom and keep the lights off in there too and maybe she wouldn't see the mess. He's cleaning Mexican lady was coming on Monday and he's place would be spotless. He wished the place was clean so he could switch on the lights and show her how big his place was. She'd surely be more impressed than she already was, he thought.

He opened the front door and locked the door after they entered. He had a two bedroom house. The rooms were upstairs.

“Let's go upstairs.” He said taking her hand and leading the way in the dark.

“The lights?” She asked him.

“I like the mood that darkness creates.” He lied.

She stopped walking so he stopped too.

“What's wrong?” He asked her.

“I don't care how your house looks.” She told him.

He realized that she must be thinking that he was ashamed that he's house was ugly and that's why they were moving in the dark. He switched the lights on which was behind them at the bottom of the stairs. As the lights came on one at a time, he watched her reaction as she looked around. To his surprise, there was none. She didn't even compliment his house. It wasn't that messy just a few takeaway boxes on the coffee table and a few things that weren't put back in their correct places so Hunter at least expected some kind of compliment.

Feeling a bit confused, he attempted to proceed up the stairs but she tugged at his shirt. When he turned to face her, she shook her head.

“No, I want it here.” She said, randomly switching off two of the lights, making the living room dim. She then pulled Hunter to the two seater by his shirt as she walked backwards. She made Hunter sit down on the two seater and stood in front of him.

“Where's your remote?” She asked him.

Hunter pointed at the TV table, he was really confused now. He watched her get the remote and switch the TV on. She went on Spotify and typed in a song. When it started playing, she increased the volume and then turned to him and gave that naughty smile again. Again, Hunter didn't know this song but this time she didn't expect him to sing a long, of cause. She didn't care if he recognized the song or not. This time, Hunter could see, it was about her and what this song evoked in her. She walked towards him slowly and when she reached him, she put her hands on his knees, bent over and began kissing him slowly. Her tongue was moist and tasted sweet. He confirmed that her breath didn't smell of alcohol. After a while, she climbed on top of him, one leg on each side without breaking the kiss. He placed his hands on each of her butt and began kissing her more passionately now. She placed her soft hands on each side of his neck and they continued kissing. He gently felt up her back and felt the zip of her dress. He pulled it down to her waist as it was strapless, keeping his eyes on her lace bra. He could see her erect nipples through the bra. He lightly pushed her chin to the side and began kissing and sucking on her neck. She flinched occasionally with pleasure. As he sucked on her neck, he undid her bra and she took her arms out of the holes. He stopped to look at her breasts. They were not big but they were round and percky. He held both her boobs in each hand and ran his thumb across her nipples, feeling them harden even more. He then brought his mouth to her right breast and lightly ran her nipple between his teeth. Back and forth. He then lightly bit and tugged on it. This made her moan a bit and throw her head back. When he finished, he did the same on the left one. She put her hand on his head and pulled him closer to her as he sucked it, as if he wasn't already close enough. He was about to place her on the couch but she refused.

“You lay down.” She whispered to him. Hunter liked being the one in charge, the commander, the dominant one but now she was giving him orders.

With her still on top of him, he layed down on the two seater. She undid his belt and then unzipped his pants, he helped her. She then layed over him and began kissing and sucking on his chest. She moved from his chest, to his neck and then to his earlobe. She then ran her tongue up his ear. He couldn't contain his pleasure any longer, he wanted to penetrate her now. She began kissing him again. He pulled her panties to one side with one hand and the other hand he felt her vulva. She was already soaking wet, her panties too. He felt around her vulvar and then slipped a finger in there. He felt her cringe with pleasure as she moaned. He lifted her a little off of him and began pulling down his pants. He was about to lift her butt so he could position her on his erect cock but she shook her head. He felt like he was about to explode with pleasure.

“I'll do it myself.” She said and then shifted so that her vulva was directly on top of it. Hunter was not used to waiting. If he had just lifted his butt off the couch by an inch, he'd be in her.

“Wait.” He told her scratching into the back pocket of his jeans and finding his wallet. It had almost slipped his mind which was the first time he had almost forgotten. A man with his kind of life couldn't take any chances. She watched him take out a condom in his wallet and put it on.

“Shit…” He moaned softly. He just wanted to move on with it, but she had said for him not to. She had made it clear that she was in control. This was torture to him. And he didn't like it. He was enjoying it but he didn't like it. Does that even make any sense?

He didn't like when a woman took too much control during sex and deep down he knew that it had everything to do with the six year old Jake Scott and Miss Wendy Jackson. He was about to switch up the positions and pin her down on the couch regardless but then she suddenly sat and let the penetration happen. Both of them moaned and cussed simultaneously.

He then lifted her bum slightly and began taking control. She placed both her hands in her hair and moaned and cussed with pleasure. After a while, they then switched positions and he was the one on top with her legs on his shoulders. He was in control now, like he liked.

“Turn around.” He commanded after a while.

At last she was being obedient. She turned around, her face against the armrest and her butt poked in the air. Hunter began hitting it from the back. Just then, he's cellphone began ringing.

“No, fuck that.” He said. Although he tried to ignore his ringing phone, he knew that he had to check it just in case it was King calling. Without stopping, he looked up at the clock on the wall. It was only eleven o'clock, it could be King.

“Shit.” He said feeling exasperated. He pulled out and began looking for his phone in his jeans. “I'm so sorry.” He told her.

He found his phone and saw that it was Joe calling. He cleaned his teeth and threw his phone onto the one seater and repositioned her. “Come here.”

It didn't take long after that for him to finish. He fell back on the couch panting and when he looked at Becca she was watching him with a smile.

“What?" He asked as she sat up on the couch.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

He didn't feel okay about her not sharing the joke, did she not enjoy the sex?

She then leaned in and gave him a short kiss on the mouth and looked away smiling. They were both sitting on the couch now, naked. Hunter began pulling the rest of his pants off his legs.

He then searched his pockets for his lighter and packet of smokes. He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. Becca looked over at him as he was about to light the cigarette.

“No.” She said quickly. “I'm asthmatic.”

He paused, regarding her for a while. Why was everything just different with this girl, he wondered.

“I'm sorry.” He told her and then put the cigerette and lighter on the coffee table.

When she grabbed the remote on the table he then realized that there was still music playing. It was still the same man but a different song. As he watched her going through the Playlist he felt like drawing her close to him and snuggling into her neck. So he did just that.

“What are you doing?” She asked him, laughing.

“Nothing...” He responded. “I just want this.“

She let him take her into his arms and leaned on his chest. For a while there was silence and Hunter contemplated whether breaking the silence was a good idea or he had to just wait a little while longer and stretch out this peaceful feeling. He wanted this peaceful feeling to last a little longer but he's mouth went faster than his brain and broke the silence.

“How old are you?” He asked her but then regretting it after the words left his mouth. What would she think of him, asking about her age right after having sex with her?

He got no response so he looked down at her and saw that her eyes were closed, she was asleep. He felt relieved. Today was certainly an auspicious day. He had to mark it on his calendar. Everything was working in his favor today, everything. Maybe if he played the lotto today he'd even win. Hunter smiled to himself. He might not have been a lucky child growing up but he's luck was getting better and better every single day.

As he watched her asleep in his arms, he agreed with himself that he'd let Becca take a twenty minute nap and then if she didn't wake up on her own after that, he'd wake her up himself for round two.