Pretty

You were sitting at the bar one night, listening with half an ear as your
best friend went on and on about some girl sitting a few tables down from you. You just stare at your drink and nod when you think you should. You haven't looked at her but you know exactly what she looks like -- blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs, and a size D cup size. It's the only kind of woman Joey will date, or so he claims.

You've become fascinated with your drink. You've all ready had enough to forget what it's called, but you faintly remember it's somebody's name. You tip it slightly and spin it around, stopping to watch a few bubbles float to the top. You touch a floating ice cube with the tip of your finger, and slowly bring it to your pink lips, swirling your tongue around the tip. It tastes bitter, but still so good.

You finish what's left of your drink and decide you want to dance. Your
friend has long since gone to flirt with the blue-eyed, size D blonde, but
you don't really notice. A dull throbbing pulse has begun to form near your temples, and you realize that it's perfectly in time with the beat of the music. You move to the middle of the dance floor and start moving your hips, loosing yourself in the crowd of people. Someone's hand is on your ass, and another is making its way up your chest. You move away and open your eyes, not wanting some drunk woman's hands all over you. Or any woman's hands for that matter.

You're about to glare at her when your eyes lock on someone behind her. A man is dancing a mere yard or two away from you, and for some reason you can't tear your eyes away. He's wearing a tight, blue leather shirt that looks somewhat like snakeskin, and a pair of black leather pants that you just *know* he's worn more than once. His arms are tan and strong, the shadows of the night club outlining the muscles, and his perfect ass shimmies in those damn leather pants when he dances.

You manage to draw your eyes away from his ass, up his broad chest, and finally to his face. Your eyes trace patterns around his pouty lips, and your pants are suddenly too tight as a pink tongue slips out to wet them. His cheeks are round and slightly pink, most likely due to the alcohol in the drink he's holding. You finally reach his eyes and jump when you realize he's staring right back at you. Normally, you would blush and drop your eyes, but for some reason this man is holding your gaze. His eyes are almond-shaped and unmistakably green, even in the dim light of the club.

Your mind has turned to mush just by looking at this man, but you still
manage to think he's very pretty. You visibly cringe and scold yourself for your thoughts. Men aren't supposed to be pretty, you think to yourself. However, as you take in this mystery man's honey blonde spikes, green eyes and pink lips, you realize that's exactly what he is.

The alcohol has made you brave, and you dance your way over to him. He sees you and turns away from the pretty brunette he was previously rubbing up against. Your hands find their way to his hips, and suddenly his are tangled in the mass of golden curls that sit atop your head. The music's beat has changed from fast to faster, and you grind your hips against your partner's without care. You hear a low moan come from beside your ear, right where his mouth is, and you think it's the most beautifully erotic sound you've ever heard.

You've lost yourself in the music again, and in this man's touches, but
suddenly your feet are moving. You open your eyes and see nothing but the back of his blonde head as he pulls you through the crowd. You grin to yourself and take the opportunity to check out his ass once more. Once you're both off the dance floor, he pushes you into a booth, one that's large and hidden away in the shadows of the club. You're on your back and suddenly he's right on top of you. You can't make out his face very well, but you can just imagine those pretty eyes fluttering shut as his mouth falls over yours.

Your head is spinning, his hands are everywhere while yours are stuck to his ass, and your only coherent thought as his tongue melts into yours is that he's so damn pretty. He lifts your shirt up, not completely off but just enough to attach those pink lips to one of your nipples. You moan and hiss and claw at his back, words like "hot" and "sexy" and "pretty" falling from your lips. Your knee is between his legs and you push it up, rubbing it against his rock hard erection. He moans against your other nipple, sending vibrations through your chest and chills all over your body.

Your eyes are closed, but you can feel the zipper of your pants being
lowered. The pants are pulled down to your knees, followed by your boxers, and you shiver as the cool air hits your naked skin. You open your eyes and find him watching you, those green eyes nearly glowing in the dark. When you make eye contact, he finally dips down and licks slowly up your cock. You moan and squeeze your eyes shut, but he doesn't continue. Only when you pry your eyes open and look at him does he swoop down and take you fully into his mouth.

You open your mouth and release a silent cry, his eyes never leaving yours as he pleasures you. His body is rocking as he sucks you, and you lift your knee to rub his crotch again. He shivers and moans over your cock, the vibrations making you want to scream with pleasure. You rub him in time with his sucking, and suddenly you tense beneath his lips. He feels it and picks up speed, as do you.

You cum hard and long into his mouth, but your knee never stops rubbing him. He pulls back from your soft cock, licking his lips and throwing his head back as he thrusts against your knee. Not too long after, he cums in his pants and falls down on top of you. You wrap your arms around him and kiss the top of his head. Your lips twitch and you realize that you're laughing. He looks up at you like you're crazy and you explain. Sticking out your hand, you grin at him and say, "Hi, I'm Justin."

His eyes grow wide and he giggles against your chest, a sound that
contradicts his low voice but nevertheless warms your heart. He grins at you, his eyes sparkling, and shakes your hand.

"Hello Justin," he whispers.

"I'm Lance."

You grin at him and kiss his lips softly, thinking that Lance is the perfect
name for someone so pretty.