I can feel his eyes on me from across the cavernous room, and it gives me a secret thrill. As I sway my hips suggestively against the tall, slim stranger before me I am conscious of only him, his icy blue eyes following my every move.

Is it simply desire that fuels the fire in those eyes? Or is it something more? Jealousy? Love? I scarcely dare to hope. He is so cold, so unreadable. What would it take to force him to show his true feelings? I turn my back to him, a seductive smile spreading across my face as a plan takes shape in my racing mind.

I know I look good tonight, and I want to drive him wild. Out of the corner of one delicately painted eye, I watch him. He stalks back and forth, almost pacing, his entire body rigid with sexual tension. The conspicuous bulge in his tight blue jeans reveals my triumph to anyone who takes notice. I throw him a smile and a wink, then turn back to my partner, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pressing my body against his lean, wiry frame. We move together in perfect rhythm, not dancing so much as making love on the dance floor.

He slides one hand up my bare leg and I shudder as he pushes my short plaid skirt up and brushes his long fingers across the smooth white satin of my panties. His smoky gray eyes take in every move, every expression I make, as he revels in my reactions to his advances.

I press closer to him, curling his long dark hair around my fingers and kissing him deeply. His tongue teases mine, probing gently then retreating, enticing me to play the aggressor. Slowly I end the kiss, only to nibble gently on his neck as I shoot my audience a brief glance. He grows more and more agitated as my partner grows more and more aroused.

I can feel the powerful hardness of his erection against the crux of my womanhood. I close my eyes and arch into him, taunting his eager member, coaxing him into a frenzy of desire. He slides first one finger, then another inside of my panties and begins to return the torment. Gently he massages the soft lips, penetrating me in short, tantalizing strokes. My knees grow weak and my rhythm falters as he arouses me so thoroughly.

As he continues his lovemaking, I look up, into the eyes of my frustrated audience, held captive by his own stubborn pride. He meets my gaze and I feel myself grow more excited by the awareness of what the scene is doing to him. I smile again, challenging him to interrupt, taunting him into admitting his jealousy. He stops his pacing and glares at me, anger and desire mingled in his handsome features, but he does not move.

For an instant, my resolve falters and I begin to draw away from the stranger holding me. A smug smile spreads across that handsome face, and a gleam of triumph lights in icy blue eyes as he notices my subtle withdrawal. The conceit in his eyes is unbearable! I break the contact and turn my attention back to my toy, taking his hand and leading him off the dance floor, away from the vigilant attention of the muscular blond man at the edge of the room.

Navigating the crowd easily, I lead him to a couch in a shadowy corner of a candle lit room. On other couches, couples engage in various pleasures, oblivious to our entrance. 'Let's see him follow me here,' I think with a devilish grin as I slide my hand inside my companion's pants, seeking the proof of my conquest. Teasingly, I brush the tip with my fingers, feeling his entire body shudder in response. With my other hand, I unbutton his pants and force the zipper down.

As I free his erection from his pants, he slides his hand between my legs, entering me roughly with two fingers and thrusting hard. I gasp and buck my hips, growing more and more desperate for release. Just as I approach the brink of climax, he withdraws and tears the delicate fabric of my panties away from my glistening sex.

Urgently, he pulls me on top of him, so that I straddle him on the soft couch. Impatiently, I tear open the foil wrapper of the condom he produces and unroll it carefully over his stiff cock before I guide him to my moist, warm opening. Instinctively I spread my legs wider as his massive organ penetrates me, driving deep and hard into my wet, ready flesh. I return his fervor, riding him hard and fast, feeling my climax coming nearer and nearer.

I toss my sweat dampened blonde hair over my shoulder and notice a figure standing alone near the door. So he did follow. I should have known he would.

'If he wants a show, I'll give it to him,' I think, slowing the pace of our lovemaking. I rise up off of my partner until just the tip of his shaft is poised at my moist, hot opening and begin to move, taking only the head into me. He moans, lifting his hips towards me, desperately wanting more than these teasing strokes, and I slam my body against him, taking his full length, feeling his body fill my innermost recesses.

I feel him tense, nearing climax, and I withdraw again, this time rising fully and gesturing for him to do the same. Intrigued and eager to please, he obeys my silent command and I bend over the arm of the couch. Eagerly he takes his position behind me and prepares to drive into me, but I guide him first to my anus. I feel him hesitate, then grab my hips in anticipation, and I push backwards, taking him roughly into myself, relishing the intimate blend of pleasure and pain as he starts to pump.

From across the room, my admirer's tanned face remains inscrutable. I stiffen in alarm as he begins to cross the room, weaving through the scattered couches, heading towards our position. Oblivious, my mysterious partner continues his furious rhythm, pushing me closer to climax despite my growing panic. I feel the waves of pleasure crashing over me just as the other man reaches me.

For a wild moment, I am afraid of this man in front of me, afraid of the anger I see in his azure eyes. Perhaps I've gone too far this time.

Abruptly, the stranger stops his thrusts. He is now aware of our visitor as well. I wait breathlessly for some movement, some sign as to how the game will proceed. To my surprise, instead of speaking, my adversary simply reaches out to me, guiding my hand to the bulge in his pants. My eyes widen as I realize what he is asking, and our gazes lock.

So he is playing my game after all. He is challenging me, how far do I dare go? I draw away from my partner, feeling his desperate hardness slide out of me, and withdraw the newcomer's organ. Gracefully, I drop to my knees as I push him down onto the couch and take his length in my mouth. At the same time, I gesture to my partner to kneel behind me and resume his lovemaking.

One rough, masculine hand brushes my long golden hair away from my face and I look up, meeting his tumultuous gaze. I can see the surprise in his eyes; he expected me to back down. He simply doesn't know me well enough yet, I suppose. He moans as I tease with my tongue and teeth, bringing him swiftly to the brink of coming.

Just as he is about to release, I straighten and rise to mount him, my dark stranger rising with me, never faltering in his exquisite ministrations. Smiling wickedly, I run my fingernails lightly down his neck and across his hard, well-muscled chest. He slides easily into my dripping, fevered sex and begins to move. I squirm and buck wildly, thinking I'll go mad from the pleasure of having them both inside me.

Within moments, I reach my long awaited orgasm, kissing my lover deeply as I close my eyes and convulse with the sensations. Almost instantly, I feel my dark haired stranger come, thrusting violently into my ass as his member releases its hot fluids. Straightening, he fastens his pants and walks away without a word, remaining ever mysterious even in his departure.

~

"Just you and me now, darlin'."

His deep, familiar voice drawls in my ear as he moves beneath me in a maddeningly slow rhythm, arousing me once again. I bite my lip to stifle a soft moan, and he smiles, his glittering eyes fixed on mine. Suddenly he thrusts deeper into me, his rough hands anchoring my hips to his muscular body. I gasp in spite of myself and he laughs, resuming his steady pace.

"Quite a show you put on tonight. Was it all for my benefit?"

"Why would I put on a show for you? We're just friends, remember. I was just having a good time." I smile down at him, feigning innocence of the little game we're both caught up in. I know he sees through me, but for him to stop the game he would have to swallow his pride and admit it bothers him. I don't believe he's willing to admit anything yet, despite his obvious jealousy.

"Just friends?"

He growls dangerously, and I wonder again if I've gone too far. Deftly he rolls me onto the couch so that he is poised above me, his hands braced on my shoulders, holding me down.

"Does this feel like just friends to you?" His eyes burn with rage as he claims me furiously, causing me to cry out in a haze of pleasure and pain. Tears spring to my eyes and I push against him futilely, my hands pressed flat against the tight white tee shirt stretched over the hard muscles of his chest.

He laughs darkly at my resistance and claims my lips with the same fury as he has claimed the rest of me. Despite my fear and anger, I feel myself growing passionately aroused at his cruel manner. It may not be the reaction I was after, but it is definitely a reaction.

I suppress a smile as I begin to squirm beneath his coarse lovemaking. This is not the reaction of a friend. It is the reaction of a man possessed, overwhelmed by his emotions. My heart leaps with the joy at this new evidence of his feelings and together we climb towards a pleasure beyond expression. His rhythm grows more frenzied as I match his thrusts, until simultaneously we cry out, our bodies locked together at the height of our passion.

"You're mine," he whispers hoarsely, kissing me again as he collapses on top of me, completely spent. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him as he speaks the words I've dreamt of hearing for so long.

"No more games. From this moment on, you belong only to me ."