Steel & Ice (26 page)

Hey babe. I’m at the club. Text me when
you’re in the lot and I’ll come get you from the limo. Enjoy the
Hypno. Can’t wait to see you. J

I shoved the note in my little gold
purse.

“
So your man hooked this
up?” Devon inquired.

“
Yeah.” Hmmm.
My man.
I liked the sound
of that.

“
Well ladies,” Devon lifted
his glass. “Let’s toast. To beautiful company, and starting the new
year in style, compliments of Elle’s man, one cool cool cat.” We
all clinked glasses. I messed with some buttons on the ceiling, and
hooked up some music for the drive. I leaned back with my drink,
and enjoyed the moment while Jay-Z rapped about his ninety-nine
problems. I may have some problems. Not ninety-nine. And a bitch
surely wasn’t one. In fact, this year was looking up, seeing as I
had someone to kiss at midnight besides Chris. I was going to enjoy
it, and put all my troubles aside, even if just for one
night.

As promised, J met us at the limo after I
texted him. By the time we had made it through traffic and into
Eight Oh Eight, it was past ten. We bypassed the line to get in,
and J walked us right past the bouncer who gave him the head nod as
we passed through the doors. No purse check. No pat downs. These
were standard practice on the clubbing’ high holidays. St. Patty’s
Day, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, Halloween, New Year’s Eve,
etc.

The club was packed, but J
led us to a section that was roped off. It seemed as if the seas
parted for him as we made our way to the VIP section. There was a
large round booth and table, along with two leather ottomans in the
space. Hennessey, Hypnotic, Grey Goose Vodka, various juices, and
mixers were set on the table next to glasses and a leather ice
bucket. Fuck. This was some serious style. J promised style, and
boy, did he deliver. For
me
!!

J opened the rope and we all went into our
personal VIP section. I slid into the booth while Chris stayed
standing, pouring us all drinks. “Vodka and Hypno Elle?” I nodded.
She knew what I liked.

“
Hey there gorgeous.” J
leaned over and slowly kissed me below my ear. I shivered. “I love
the dress. You should wear them more often.”

“
Well, I’m not really a
dress kinda gal. More a pants and Jordan’s gal, but I wore the
dress especially for you.” I smiled, slightly buzzed. “I have lots
of plans.” I ran my hand up the black slacks J wore, and rested it
on his inner thigh.

“
Oh you do now? What kind of
plans?”

“
Now now, you’ll just have
to wait and see. But if hell breaks loose and I gotta run for it,
this dress isn’t going to make that easy. So you gotta make sure to
keep me safe.” I was half teasing, half not.

J buried his head in the side of my neck,
inhaling the perfume I sprayed in my hair. “I will always keep you
safe. No matter where we are or what you wear.” Thre was no joking
in his voice when he said this, and despite my trust issues, I
believed him. Though, with a smirk he added, “So you can wear
dresses every time I see you—or nothing at all.” He mimicked my
hand roving, running his fingers up the inside of my thigh. Only
mine wasn’t covered in pants tonight. His hand felt like fire,
leaving a path of heat where his fingers touched. I began to pant
when he stopped, dangerously close to my goodies, but not exposing
anything indecently.

“
We need to toast before I’m
straddling you in front of the whole club,” I said, holding up the
glass that Chris had made for me. “To a new year,” I paused to look
at J. “And to melting ice and steel.” J smiled as we clinked
glasses.

Chris and Devon clinked glasses with J and
I, screaming over the music, “To getting’ laid on New Years!” That
was definitely toasting material. It was my hope that this year’s
drought was official over with J in the picture, and that the New
Year would be full of sex.

“
Alright ladies and gents.
I’m gonna take us back a bit. Put your glasses in the air if you
are FUCKED UP!!” the DJ yelled into the microphone, before playing
Salt Shaker by the Ying Yang Twins.

“
Oh I love this song,” I
said, pulling J up to dance. Rock was playing all my favorite old
skool songs! Yeah by Ursher, Raise Up by Petey Pablo, Wanna be a
Balla, Lil Troy. He even took it all the way back to Juicy by
Biggie. He played some of the newest tracks as well. I grinded my
ass on J to the beats of Kanye and Jay-Z’s Gotta Have It and J.
Cole’s Power Trip.

J and I danced until eleven-thirty when he
ushered us all upstairs. We went into the room from the last time
the four of us were together at Eight Oh Eight. He had a blunt of
nuggs rolled up and waiting when we made it up the long stairway,
and into the room that looked over the whole club. The music was
being pumped into the room by surround sound speakers. Like last
time, there was another assortment of liquors and mixers on the
table. Chris busied herself making everyone drinks. Devon helped
her as she was a little shaky on her heels. Oh yeah, she was fucked
up. But Chris could handle her shit better than anyone I met so I
wasn’t worried. Plus we had the limo so we could all get as drunk
as we wanted without having to drive. The cops would be out in full
force tonight.

I heard the music turn down
low, and the people below began the countdown. 10, 9, 8… This was
the first New Year’s Eve I was kissing someone besides Chris or
Aaron. 7, 6, 5, 4… I felt J’s arms wrap around me from behind. I
laid my head against his chest and looked up. His eyes had been
full of lust and desire all night as we grinded away in our VIP
area. Now, I was looking up at soft eyes, full of love and
adoration. I turned around and put my arms around his neck. 3, 2,
1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! J leaned down, and gently pressed his lips
against mine as
Auld Lang Syne played in
the background.

“
You know what they say?” J
asked, pulling back slightly while still hovering over my mouth.
“Whatever you’re doing at midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll
be doing for the next year.”

I smiled at him. It was more like a sinister
grin. Grabbing his hand I shoved him down on to the couch against
the far wall. “Well, then we better make this as good as possible.”
J’s eyes darkened to the point I couldn’t tell the iris from the
pupil, as I pulled down the fly of his pants, exposing his erect
cock. He wanted this just as much as I did.

With that oh-so-sexy eye brow raise, J
nodded towards Devon who had Chris pinned up against the glass
window.

Pointing at my eyes, I eased J’s pants down.
“Just focus right here.” He grabbed my hips and nodded. Of course
he nodded! He was about to get semi-public New Years sex! Chris and
I were close, though this was taking our friendship to the next
level. I didn’t care. My pussy had been aching all night to be
filled, and J was the only one who could fill the void. I slid my
panties to the side and eased down on J. We both moaned as I was
slowly sunk down onto him until his cock was fully sheathed in my
drenched chasm. I sat there for a moment steadying myself. I leaned
into J so I could whisper in his ear. “This is how we should spend
every New Years.”

“
This is how I want to spend
every night and every morning, with you and only you,” was his
reply. With that, he grabbed my hips and started moving me up and
down on him. My muscles clenched around him. I’d never felt this
intense sensation from penetration. It was like we were two pieces
of a puzzle that fit together perfectly.

I bowed my head forward so my hair fell on
J’s chest. He leaned up, and stuck his tongue deep in my cleavage,
licked a trail up and around my neck, finally ending by sucking my
ear lobe into his mouth. “You feel so good. No one’s ever felt this
good. What are you doing to me?” I was panting and breathless,
barely able to get my words out.

He grunted and flipped me over so I was
lying on the couch. He had one leg bent between me and the couch,
and the other one firmly planted on the ground so he could pound
into me. “You’re mine, Elle. Fucking mine.” I reached up and
wrapped my hands around his biceps. They were rock solid like his
cock thrusting into me. I could feel he was close to release. The
pent up sexual frustration we’d acquired shoving our bodies against
one another on the dance floor all night was making this all happen
in warp speed.

He grabbed my hands and put them above my
head. I arched my back, pushing myself against him so he was deeper
inside me. Leaning backwards a bit, I felt J’s hand in between our
bodies. I closed my eyes and gripped the arm of the couch as his
finger pinched my clit.

“
Oh my god. I’m gonna. I’m
gonna.” I couldn’t get the words out. The tsunami that was building
inside me with each of his thrusts exploded as he his hands
continued pinching and releasing my clit. I couldn’t take it. I
felt like I was going to tear in half if the orgasm
continued.

“
No more. I can’t, J. I
can’t”

“
You can.” J pushed into me
as deep as he could. I felt his balls rubbing against my ass. One
more pump and he stiffened, then groaned, throwing his head back.
He sounded like a lion roaring when he came. The eroticism of that
sound made my orgasm last a few extra seconds to take me through
his. We were beasts in heat, clutching each other, like we wanted
to rip one another apart. Only we didn’t want to rip, we wanted to
merge into one being, crawl inside each other and never come
out.

J lay down on me, propping part of his
weight on one arm. My walls were still pulsating around him. We
were both spent, breathing like we’d run a marathon.

With labored breaths, we exchanged soft
kisses. “Can you stand up?”

I shook my head from side to side, my
breaths still coming out in short pants. “Not sure.”

J stood up and fixed his pants, then reached
a hand out to me. I grabbed it and let him pull me up. We walked
towards a door I hadn’t realized was behind the couch, and into an
en suite bathroom. He handed me a warm washcloth, and the proceeded
to clean himself up with another.

“
We just fucked in front of
your friend, you know.”

I waved my hand as if it was nothing. “Eh,
I’ve let Chris fuck on my couch while I’m asleep. I’m sure she
didn’t mind.” I stuck my head out the door, and then turned back to
J with a grin. “He’s got her pinned against the mirror. I think
the’re handling business themselves.”

J threw his head back and laughed. “You’re a
trip.”

“
Turn around. I have to
pee.”

“
Really? After what we just
did, with an audience no less?” I shrugged. He turned around
though. “Can we stay at your place tonight?” That was odd. We
rarely stayed at my place. J must’ve taken my silence as
hesitation. “There are people at my house.”

“
MM people?” I couldn’t
imagine he’d ditch friends or family at his house on New
Year’s.

“
Yeah.”

OK, so I could ask him what they were doing,
why they were in his house, why he wasn’t with them, and when they
would be gone. But I didn’t. I wasn’t ready for that information
yet. I was still digesting everything. This night had been
spectacular, and I wasn’t ready for it to end. Although I was ready
to get out of there for round two with J. “Yeah that’s fine. We can
stay at my place.”

I poked my head out of the bathroom, and
Chris and Devon seemed to be finished. Ha! I caught Chris’ eyes,
and did a head nod towards the bathroom. She caught my drift, and I
held the door for her as she stepped inside.

“
Stay with me for a
sec.”

I held up one finger to tell J I would be
right back, and closed the bathroom door while Chris went to the
bathroom. We didn’t turn around for each other. “Well that was
something,” I told her with a cheesy grin.

“
Fuckin’ A girl. We just
took our friendship to the next fucking level right there. Bump
it.” I bumped the fist she was holding up. “So what’s up? You wanna
go dance?”

“
I was gonna get outta here,
and take J back to my place. I’m not done yet.” All of this was
said with that cheesy grin still in place.

“
Your place? That surprises
me.”

I just shrugged. I didn’t really want to say
why we were going to my place. “You gonna stay? I can have J keep
the limo ready for you guys.”

“
That’s what I’m talking
‘bout! I fuckin’ love you, girl. I’m having the greatest night.”
Chris pretty much yelled this at me. The dancing and sex sobered me
up quite a bit. Not Chris. She was lit. And having a blast. I was
happy for her. Cup Booty, er, Devon seemed like a cool dude. I was
happy to see my friend happy.

I hugged her as she sat on the toilet. “I
love you too. But if you’re holding on to me while you take a shit,
I might hafta smack ya,” I told her.

We both laughed, and Chris got herself
together so we could walk out. I wasn’t sure how the boys were
going to be with each other. Would they be embarrassed? Chris and I
were as close as sisters. But guys could be weird about stuff.
Luckily, when we exited the bathroom, they seemed to be having
amicable conversation.

“
Damn girl. I thought you
fell in!” Devon exclaimed, as Chris went to sit on his
lap.

I looked to J. “They’re gonna stay. Can you
arrange for the limo to take them home?”

His eyebrows shot up. “We’re not
staying?”

I ran my finger down his chest, and looked
up into his coal eyes. “No. I’ve got plans for you, sir.”