Little Black Tank Top

The ride up in the elevator was quiet for the most, and private. No one else got in the entire time. When the doors dinged and slid open Mike placed his hand on the small of Beth's back letting her step out first. Her left hand clasped around her right wrist, they walked side by side, while Mike led the way to his suite. Opening the door, he pushed it all the way open and again allowed her to go first, being a gentleman.

Mike flicked on the lights and unbuttoned the top most button of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows as he went to the mini bar and asked if she wanted anything. She nodded 'sure' and made them both a martini. Handing it to her gently, she took it and sat down on the sofa, totally in awe of the room.

"This place is nice. I always wondered how the upper crust lived."

Mike snorted. "I wouldn't exactly call me upper crust. More like foot fungus that spread and covered the upper crust like moss."

Beth's laugh made him smile as he watched her looked into her martini glass as she took a sip. Walking over to the hotel desk, he opened up his laptop and connected his iPod to it.

"Want some music?"

"Sure."

"Alright. I have a huge variety on this thing, so you name it and I probably got it."

"Uh...what about 'American Baby?'"

"The new Dave Matthews Band song?"

"Yeah," Beth nodded.

Searching through his list, he nodded ass well. "Yep. Got it." The plucky intro notes to the sound began, followed by the drums as Mike made his way over to the couch to sit next to Beth. "I'll just let it play from here," he informed.

"So..." she began lamely, not knowing what to say.

"So..." he repeated. "You enjoy the concert?"

"Yeah, definitely. It was by far the best I've been to."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he smiled. "Otherwise I'd have to kick your ass."

They laughed and took sips from their respective martinis, until both were empty and Mike offered her another. Now, he wasn't trying to get her drunk, but the voice in his head was still screaming at him and wouldn't shut the fuck up. A Perfect Cirlce's remake of John Lennon's 'Imagine' began to play as they downed their second martinis and slowly began to loosen up around each other.

Thank God for alcohol. Or whoever.

When their inhibitions began to creep toward the throwing caution to the wind direction, Mike made the bold move of asking Beth to dance when Tegan & Sara's 'Walking With A Ghost' began to play. Smiling lazily, she agreed and stood up with him. Mike wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her body close until it pressed against her as she placed and arm on his and then they clasped their free hands together right in-between their bodies. They swayed their hips together and when Mike became aroused again, their was no preventing the gasp of breath he heard and felt Beth take out of surprise.

She pulled her face back to look at him and he tried to apologize with his eyes because there was no way anything he'd say would come out right. Instead, he closed the gap between them and pressed his lips down upon hers, snaking his hands up her arms to cup her face in his hands.

The great thing about it all was that she didn't pull away, hit him over the head with something hard, and call him an asshole whilst storming out of the room. Nor did she get all giddy and overly sexed like a groupie would. Beth placed her hands on his chest and tipped her head back as he pulled his lips down over her chin and to the base of her neck.

Running her hands around his chest and around to his back, she gripped his shoulders from behind and breathed heartily as he began to walk her backwards to the couch. Gently dropping her back down to it, he laid his body over hers, amazed that she was letting him do anything at all. Actually, he was just thankful.

Straylight Run's 'Existentialism On Prom Night' began to play as he dragged his finger around the waist of her jeans and then let them creep up under her black tank top to cup bra covered breast. He straddled one of her legs and slowly ground himself against her, getting hard with each movement and desperately wanting more of her, but unsure if he'd be allowed.

He brought his lips back to Beth's, pushing his tongue in and smiling when she moaned into his mouth. Then it was his turn to moan when he felt her hand slip down between their bodies and down his pants; delicate fingers wrapping themselves around his hard shaft. He immediately arched at the grip she had before she began to drag her hand up and down, pumping him like their weren't no tomorrow.

Damn, how he wanted this woman. He wanted to do so much with her. To explore her, the tease her and, hell, go down on her. Just as he thought of maybe getting a little head somewhere in there.

Rolling off her, he sat up on the couch while gripping her under her underarms and lifting her up to sit on his lap, facing him.

"Wait," she said huskily.

Here it was. She was gonna tell him she couldn't go any further. But, instead, she took her glasses off and set them on the coffee table. Biting her bottom lip, Beth leaned forward and kissed Mike as hungrily as a starving rabbit being let loose in carrot garden. She let her hands run up the back of his head, her fingers playing with his hair, making him smile against her lips.

He gripped her hips and pressed her harder against his erection, running his hands up the sides of her body and lifting her black tank top over her head and chucking it to the floor without a care. Smirking against her lips that were getting puffy from kissing so much, he welcomed her fingers working their way along his shirt and undoing the buttons for him. She slowly began to work his shirt off him as she slid down his body and unzipped his pants...