Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 3
Title: Drink Up Sweet Decadence Part 3
Author: ilovetbag24
Rating: R
Characters: Sylar/Mohinder, Heather
Warnings: sexy grinding on the dance floor
Summary: Sylar and Mohinder meet a college girl who catches their eye...
The relentless pounding of loud music reverberated in the club in downtown Manhattan. Bodies crowded the dance floor, people gyrating, grinding to the beat. Bartenders moved quickly to accommodate patrons yelling for drinks. Strobe lights flickered and flashed on the dance floor, the only light in the darkened place. Men strolled up to unaware women, thrusting their groin into their backside, pulling their hips closer without so much as a hello.
Heather rolled her eyes. So much for asking for a dance like they did in the old days, she thought. She sipped her martini slowly, gazing around the crowded club.
“This is the hottest club in Manhattan! I still can’t believe we got in!” Amanda yelled over the heavy bumping of the music. Heather smiled at her classmate. Out of all her fellow students, she connected with Amanda the most. They were both psychology majors, they loved the same music, and loathed the same things.
“Yeah, my cousin certainly has hook ups!” Heather yelled back. Midterms had just ended and Heather passed all of them with flying colors. When Heather let Nathan know of her plans, he promised to make some phone calls and get her and her friend into the exclusive club. Sure enough, they walked up to the bouncer, gave him their names, and the velvet rope was opened to them.
Amanda gripped Heather’s forearm tightly, startling her. “What! What is it?!” Heather asked. Amanda’s eyes were wide. “There’s Stephen!” she cried, “oh, my god, he’s so hot!” Heather followed her gaze and laughed. Stephen was another psychology major and was in a few of her classes. Amanda turned into a giggly little teenager whenever she saw him.
“I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I’m going to ask him to dance!” she announced, hopping up from the barstool and walking over. Heather’s eyes widened. She’s bluffing; she thought to herself, she doesn’t have it in her! Suddenly, Amanda was in front of Stephen, twisting her hips and tossing her hair behind her. Stephen smiled wide and pulled Amanda’s body close.
Heather raised her eyebrows in awe. Good for her, she thought. Taking a deep breath, she scanned her surroundings again. She glanced at her watch: 11:39 PM. They would have to leave soon. Heather raised her gaze.
Her eyes fell on a man staring intently at her. Heather sucked in a breath. The man was gorgeous. He had thick curly hair, lean, piercing brown eyes, and dark caramel skin. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
“He likes you,” a voice said behind her. Heather whirled her head around to see a tall, gorgeous, lean man standing there. “What?” she asked. The man motioned his head towards the other man. “Mohinder…he likes you,” he repeated. Heather turned her head back around and saw the man continuing to stare at her. She smiled shyly. He returned the smile.
“My name is Sylar,” the man behind her said, extending his hand. Heather shook it. “Nice to meet you,” she said. Having two hot men show interest in her was becoming too much for her to deal with. Back home she couldn’t get a guy to look twice at her and now she has two! Heather gazed up into Sylar’s eyes. His dark eyes were magnetic, holding her gaze and not letting go.
“Let’s dance,” he said, sounding like more of a command than a suggestion. Heather nodded and placed her drink down on the table. Sylar extended his hand and clasped her hand in his, gliding her to the dance floor.
Sexy, rhythmic beats flowed through the huge speakers of the club, vibrating her to the core. Once they found a suitable spot, Sylar didn’t hesitate to pull her body close to his. Heather sucked in a surprised breath as she immediately gripped his shoulders. His right hand rested on her lower back, keeping her groin pressed to his as his left hand laid claim on her hip. Almost instantly, he pushed his leg between hers and began to move.
Heather dipped her head down, sighing softly, feeling his jeans rubbing her in her most private spot. Her grip tightened on him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered into her ear, holding her tighter. “Uh…thank you,” she moaned. She was beginning to lose her inhibitions, becoming drunk off his body and the martini she just consumed.
She was pulled from her thoughts by another body pressed against hers. She turned her head and was shocked to see Mohinder behind her, his hands on her hips. “Hello,” he said, his eyes undressing her. “H…hi,” she stammered, trying to remember to breathe. Mohinder pulled her body closer to his, her ass against his groin. She could feel his arousal through his pants, poking her.
Heather felt as if her senses were going to drive her insane. Mohinder’s grip on her hips, Sylar’s hands on her sides, and both of their bodies pressing against her, sandwiching her between them, was enough to get her deeply wet. Both men ground their pelvises against her body relentlessly, their hands going everywhere.
Heather moaned loudly at the feel of Mohinder’s lips on her neck. His soft lips made contact with her skin, pressing them softly, his tongue licking gently. When his teeth nipped at her neck, she tossed her head back, moaning loudly.
“Easy, Mohinder,” Sylar warned. Mohinder gazed at his lover. Sylar gave him a warning glance. They had to be careful. If Mohinder lost his composure and feasted on her right in the middle of the dance floor, they’d both be marched to the town’s square and burned at the stake. To Sylar’s surprise, Heather’s arm went around to Mohinder’s hair and pulled him closer. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut and her neck exposed to him. Mohinder’s eyes went wide, gazing at the treat offered to him.
“I want her,” Mohinder stated to Sylar, his eyes piercing his. Sylar smiled, nodding his head. He didn’t blame Mohinder. The woman was beautiful. He wanted her as well. Of all the women they picked up and of all the women they’ve had in their beds that ultimately ended up dead, this one was different. She had an air about her, a sensuality that none of the other women possessed. Sylar knew she was going to be different, and that they both were going to enjoy her.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Sylar whispered into her ear. Heather’s eyes were hazy, her pupils blown. “Yes,” she breathed, desperate and anticipatory of what would happen between the three of them once they were alone. She’s never this promiscuous, but these men were quickly forcing her to throw caution to the wind.
Sylar backed away and took her hand. Heather glanced in Amanda’s direction. She was still grinding up on Stephen. She motioned that she was leaving and Amanda gave her a thumbs up, followed by her mouthing “they’re hot!” Heather smiled widely. Mohinder looped his arm around Heather’s waist possessively as they made their way out of the noisy club.
Author: ilovetbag24
Rating: R
Characters: Sylar/Mohinder, Heather
Warnings: sexy grinding on the dance floor
Summary: Sylar and Mohinder meet a college girl who catches their eye...
The relentless pounding of loud music reverberated in the club in downtown Manhattan. Bodies crowded the dance floor, people gyrating, grinding to the beat. Bartenders moved quickly to accommodate patrons yelling for drinks. Strobe lights flickered and flashed on the dance floor, the only light in the darkened place. Men strolled up to unaware women, thrusting their groin into their backside, pulling their hips closer without so much as a hello.
Heather rolled her eyes. So much for asking for a dance like they did in the old days, she thought. She sipped her martini slowly, gazing around the crowded club.
“This is the hottest club in Manhattan! I still can’t believe we got in!” Amanda yelled over the heavy bumping of the music. Heather smiled at her classmate. Out of all her fellow students, she connected with Amanda the most. They were both psychology majors, they loved the same music, and loathed the same things.
“Yeah, my cousin certainly has hook ups!” Heather yelled back. Midterms had just ended and Heather passed all of them with flying colors. When Heather let Nathan know of her plans, he promised to make some phone calls and get her and her friend into the exclusive club. Sure enough, they walked up to the bouncer, gave him their names, and the velvet rope was opened to them.
Amanda gripped Heather’s forearm tightly, startling her. “What! What is it?!” Heather asked. Amanda’s eyes were wide. “There’s Stephen!” she cried, “oh, my god, he’s so hot!” Heather followed her gaze and laughed. Stephen was another psychology major and was in a few of her classes. Amanda turned into a giggly little teenager whenever she saw him.
“I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I’m going to ask him to dance!” she announced, hopping up from the barstool and walking over. Heather’s eyes widened. She’s bluffing; she thought to herself, she doesn’t have it in her! Suddenly, Amanda was in front of Stephen, twisting her hips and tossing her hair behind her. Stephen smiled wide and pulled Amanda’s body close.
Heather raised her eyebrows in awe. Good for her, she thought. Taking a deep breath, she scanned her surroundings again. She glanced at her watch: 11:39 PM. They would have to leave soon. Heather raised her gaze.
Her eyes fell on a man staring intently at her. Heather sucked in a breath. The man was gorgeous. He had thick curly hair, lean, piercing brown eyes, and dark caramel skin. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.
“He likes you,” a voice said behind her. Heather whirled her head around to see a tall, gorgeous, lean man standing there. “What?” she asked. The man motioned his head towards the other man. “Mohinder…he likes you,” he repeated. Heather turned her head back around and saw the man continuing to stare at her. She smiled shyly. He returned the smile.
“My name is Sylar,” the man behind her said, extending his hand. Heather shook it. “Nice to meet you,” she said. Having two hot men show interest in her was becoming too much for her to deal with. Back home she couldn’t get a guy to look twice at her and now she has two! Heather gazed up into Sylar’s eyes. His dark eyes were magnetic, holding her gaze and not letting go.
“Let’s dance,” he said, sounding like more of a command than a suggestion. Heather nodded and placed her drink down on the table. Sylar extended his hand and clasped her hand in his, gliding her to the dance floor.
Sexy, rhythmic beats flowed through the huge speakers of the club, vibrating her to the core. Once they found a suitable spot, Sylar didn’t hesitate to pull her body close to his. Heather sucked in a surprised breath as she immediately gripped his shoulders. His right hand rested on her lower back, keeping her groin pressed to his as his left hand laid claim on her hip. Almost instantly, he pushed his leg between hers and began to move.
Heather dipped her head down, sighing softly, feeling his jeans rubbing her in her most private spot. Her grip tightened on him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered into her ear, holding her tighter. “Uh…thank you,” she moaned. She was beginning to lose her inhibitions, becoming drunk off his body and the martini she just consumed.
She was pulled from her thoughts by another body pressed against hers. She turned her head and was shocked to see Mohinder behind her, his hands on her hips. “Hello,” he said, his eyes undressing her. “H…hi,” she stammered, trying to remember to breathe. Mohinder pulled her body closer to his, her ass against his groin. She could feel his arousal through his pants, poking her.
Heather felt as if her senses were going to drive her insane. Mohinder’s grip on her hips, Sylar’s hands on her sides, and both of their bodies pressing against her, sandwiching her between them, was enough to get her deeply wet. Both men ground their pelvises against her body relentlessly, their hands going everywhere.
Heather moaned loudly at the feel of Mohinder’s lips on her neck. His soft lips made contact with her skin, pressing them softly, his tongue licking gently. When his teeth nipped at her neck, she tossed her head back, moaning loudly.
“Easy, Mohinder,” Sylar warned. Mohinder gazed at his lover. Sylar gave him a warning glance. They had to be careful. If Mohinder lost his composure and feasted on her right in the middle of the dance floor, they’d both be marched to the town’s square and burned at the stake. To Sylar’s surprise, Heather’s arm went around to Mohinder’s hair and pulled him closer. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut and her neck exposed to him. Mohinder’s eyes went wide, gazing at the treat offered to him.
“I want her,” Mohinder stated to Sylar, his eyes piercing his. Sylar smiled, nodding his head. He didn’t blame Mohinder. The woman was beautiful. He wanted her as well. Of all the women they picked up and of all the women they’ve had in their beds that ultimately ended up dead, this one was different. She had an air about her, a sensuality that none of the other women possessed. Sylar knew she was going to be different, and that they both were going to enjoy her.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Sylar whispered into her ear. Heather’s eyes were hazy, her pupils blown. “Yes,” she breathed, desperate and anticipatory of what would happen between the three of them once they were alone. She’s never this promiscuous, but these men were quickly forcing her to throw caution to the wind.
Sylar backed away and took her hand. Heather glanced in Amanda’s direction. She was still grinding up on Stephen. She motioned that she was leaving and Amanda gave her a thumbs up, followed by her mouthing “they’re hot!” Heather smiled widely. Mohinder looped his arm around Heather’s waist possessively as they made their way out of the noisy club.