Progress on Eve

Chapter 5 - First Kiss

By the time nearly an hour had passed, the club had grown even louder. Music pulsed through the air as Eve swayed to the beat, completely absorbed in the moment, while the vodka shots had finally begun to catch up with both of them.

As the night wore on, Nina headed home, while Lana and Sasha disappeared with their boyfriends, leaving Mike and Eve by themselves.

By then, the vodka had begun to catch up with both of them. Noticing Eve was no longer as steady on her feet, Mike nodded toward a quieter corner.

"We should take a break."

Eve smiled and agreed without hesitation.

They made their way to a quiet seating area, away from the dance floor. Mike ordered two lemonades, hoping to clear his head before the night went any further.

A few minutes later, their drinks arrived. Mike took a long sip and leaned back in his chair, letting the cool citrus wash away the lingering taste of vodka. As the haze in his mind faded, his thoughts gradually became clear again.

"You feeling better?" Mike asked.

"A little." Eve rested her head against his shoulder for a moment before looking up at him. "Thanks."

Silence settled between them as the music drifted over from the dance floor.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

Mike nodded.

"The girl you were waiting for in the park... Claire." She hesitated. "Were you two close?"

The sudden question caught Mike off guard, but he didn't let it show. His gaze remained fixed on the translucent blue window floating before him.

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He was certain Eve was interested in him. From the way she looked at him, laughed at his jokes, and stayed close throughout the night, he knew she only needed a small push.

He finally spoke.

"We broke up," Mike said. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Eve lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's fine."

She still looked guilty.

Mike reached out and gently lifted her chin with two fingers, meeting her dark eyes. "Don't make that face."

A faint blush spread across her cheeks.

She lightly pushed against his shoulder before hiding her face behind her hands, unable to hold his gaze.

Mike glanced at the system window before wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning closer.

Eve didn't pull away. She kept her hands over her face, but there was barely any strength behind them, as if she couldn't decide whether to stop him or let him continue.

Keeping her close, Mike leaned toward her until his lips were just beside her ear. The pounding bass swallowed every other sound, leaving him no choice but to whisper.

"You're making this difficult for me," he said, his voice low.

Eve turned her face slightly toward him, her breath warm against his cheek. "Am I?"

Instead of answering, Mike took her hand and guided it between them, pressing her palm against the hard outline straining in his pants. He didn't force it — he just held her hand there, letting her feel the full thickness and heat of him through the fabric.

Eve went still, her eyes widening as she felt the warmth beneath her hand. A blush quickly spread across her cheeks.

Her fingers tensed, then slowly curled, exploring the shape. A soft, almost disbelieving breath left her lips. She had clearly never felt something like this before.

Mike watched her reaction closely. He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against her cheek, then another closer to the corner of her mouth, while her hand remained trapped against his cock. He rolled his hips once, deliberately, letting her feel it throb under her touch.

Eve's breathing grew heavier.

Mike finally released her waist, took her hand properly, and led her away from the crowd without a word. He found a darker, more isolated corner near the back hallway of the club and pushed her gently but firmly against the wall. One of his hands returned to her waist, the other braced beside her head.

Their bodies were close enough that every breath mixed. Eve's chest rose and fell quickly against him. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes locked on his.

For a second neither of them spoke.

Then Mike closed the last bit of distance and kissed her.

It wasn't soft.

He kissed her with clear hunger, claiming her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers as his hand tightened on her waist and pulled her flush against his body. Eve made a small sound into the kiss and kissed him back just as hard. Her fingers pulled hard enough to tear a button free.

The bass from the club continued to pound around them, but neither of them seemed to notice anymore.

Mike's hand slid down from Eve's waist and settled firmly on her ass. His palm spread over the round, soft flesh, squeezing once to feel how it yielded under his grip. When she didn't pull away, he dug his fingers in deeper, pulling her harder against him.

At the same time, he caught her lower lip between his and sucked on it slowly, dragging his teeth lightly across the soft skin before kissing her again. Eve let out a soft, broken sound against his mouth.

"Ah… umm…"

Her hand, running between their bodies, started moving on its own. She rubbed along the thick length of his cock through his pants, stroking up and down with growing pressure. Every time she reached the head, her fingers lingered a little longer.

Mike pressed her more firmly into the wall. Her full breasts crushed against his chest, soft and heavy, the warmth of them clear even through their clothes. With the way he held her ass and kept her body locked against his, she could barely move unless he allowed it. Every small shift she made only rubbed her more against him.

Eve's breathing turned uneven. Her fingers tightened around his cock as she kept stroking him, and a faint tremor ran through her thighs. The longer he kept her trapped there—kissing her, groping her ass, letting her feel how hard he was—the more her body reacted.

He sensed her growing arousal. She shifted slightly, her face flushing as her body responded by wetting her panty.

Mike's hand rested lightly against her stomach. Slowly, almost teasingly, his palm began to slide lower.

Eve stiffened, realizing where his hand was headed. Her lips parted as she caught his wrist with trembling palms.

"N-No..."

Before she could utter another word, Mike captured her lips with his in a kiss, while his other hand had already sneaked beneath the hem of her skirt.

She caught his hand with her before he could reach her lower lips. "No-not here." She said while panting. Her legs weakened, and her eyes were still full of hunger.

Hand in hand, they left the club and quietly checked into a nearby love hotel without exchanging a single word.

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