It stretched the length of one wall, illuminated in a white glow, acting as a beacon for the drunk and soon-to-be. Rainbow flags were strung overhead, loud and proud in the brilliant light from below.
Weaving through the crowd, I let the music guide me, the rhythm threading through my veins. My skin tingled with the knowledge that eyes were following me, some lingering longer than others. Euphoria washed over me at the attention, my head held high as I continued to press toward my destination. Delicate fingers wrapped around my arm, the twink they were attached to sending me a sensual smirk as he chewed on the straw of his drink.
“Dance with me?” He called against my ear so as to be heard over the music.
I tilted my head toward the bar before pushing into his space, my lips grazing just over his ear. “Find me later.” Our eyes locked as I pulled back, and he nodded quickly before releasing his grip.
Once at the bar, a shirtless bartender slid over, his muscles gleaming from the luminescence below. I made no attempt at hiding my appraisal as his muscles flexed and bunched while he made my order. Once it was completed, he passed it over with a wink before taking my payment and turning to help the next patron.
The cold and sweet liquid left a burning trail in its wake that settled squarely in my chest as I downed my drink faster than I probably should have. Closing my eyes for a moment, I focused on the warmth slowly spreading through me, and let it settle the nerves that simmered just under my skin. Depositing the empty glass back on the bar, I made my way through the masses toward the dance floor.
A carnal energy engulfed me like a wave the moment I made it onto the floor. The half-way indecent movements of thedancers, the pulsing strobe lights—it was hot, loud, sticky with sweat, and exactly where I needed to be. A buzz was settling over me from my drink, and mixed with the chaos to help ease me into my new environment. Scattered iridescent light sprayed across the crowd from the disco ball overhead, casting little stars that flickered over skin, glitter, and fabric contributing to the otherworldly atmosphere. The heavy thumps of the base only intensified things further as I moved toward the middle of the space, the sound dragging me into the depths only a club could offer.
A sensual rhythm settled over me, my eyes sliding closed as I let my hands glide over my skin and body in a slow tease. Warmth pulsed inside me, a dangerously heady sensation growing in the pit of my stomach as I continued to roll my hips. Each movement was an encouragement for anyone brave enough to step forward.
And like I’d summoned it, a body pressed in behind me.
Tall. Solid. Warm.
His chest and waist slotted against mine, swaying in time to the music around us like we’d been doing this for years together.
Calloused fingers slid low along my waistband, finding their home in the grooves of my hips, anchoring our bodies together completely. Taking the invitation, I pressed against him, grinding my ass back. I tipped my head toward the ceiling, a breathy moan slipping from my mouth at the deep satisfaction of being touched.
The man behind me groaned in unison as he buried his face into the side of my neck, the rasp of his stubble against my skin sending electric ripples of pleasure down my spine.
Our bodies continued to rock together, letting the music fuel the twisted and hedonistic desires we both so clearly had for one another. When the firm outline of his erection slotted itself squarely against my ass, my pulse hammered in my chest and my hands slid behind me to tug my partner closer.
The growl of pleasure in my ear had blood pooling between my legs, my shaft plumping up to press insistently against the fabric of my jeans. Closing my eyes, visions of a brown haired man with water clumped lashes and gorgeous chocolate eyes looked back at me, his smile blinding. I gritted my teeth against the thought, trying to ground myself in this moment, with the man behind me. But the harder I fought against it, the clearer the picture became.
Spinning on my heel, I came face to face with my dance partner, hoping to dispel those images.
Curly blond hair, sharp jaw, a beard just full enough to frame his pouty lips. His shirt was unbuttoned almost all the way down, revealing a chest dusted with hair and hard muscle. His eyes raked over me like he was already deciding how this night ended. I couldn’t tell what color they were in the darkness of the club, but they weren’t brown.
He looked nothing like Derek Hammond and that was absolutelyperfect.
Dragging my fingers through his chest hair, I let the sensually slow pace do all the talking about my intentions. The grin on my face was devious as I looped my hands behind his neck, our hips rolling together to solidify the promise we were making.
Our breaths mingled as we pressed close, chest to chest. My stomach flipped with bursts of anticipation the closer our lips got, until his came down on mine in a filthy and insistent kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me as flush as we could get, my blood singing with lust and need as his hard cock dragged against mine. When he slid one of his hands down to palm at my erection, my breathing stuttered and we pulled apart.
His eyes scanned over my face, watching with such possessive fascination, making my cock throb. Every inch of contact was simultaneously everything I needed and not nearly enough, as something ugly and desperate cried out for attentionbelow the surface. My brain was fuzzy with the thrill of human contact, the buzz of alcohol, and the lingering demand that felt unquenchable.
I trailed my hands down my partner’s back, fingers grazing over warm, damp fabric as I internally screamed at myself to stay in the moment. To focus on the body before me and not the one haunting my every waking thought. When I found the swell of his ass, my hands clamped down, kneading at the toned muscles and earning me a deliciously sensual growl.
That seemed to be the invitation this guy needed, and without any words spoken between us, he slipped his fingers through mine to pull me in the direction of a back hallway.
The sea of undulating bodies parted slowly as we bumped through the masses toward our destination, my partner for the night guiding us the whole way. Anticipation and nerves I didn’t want to address rolled through my veins, the impact of limbs against me hardly registering as I tried to narrow my focus down to just the man before me.
Painted black, the corridor was lined with other couples engaging in various acts that ranged from objectively innocent to obscene. Desperate whines and hot moans of pleasure intermingled with the bass, reminding all this was not a private space—but that was part of the thrill.
An ache spread through me as my cock throbbed in my pants, desperate for the release that was surely promised. Yet, my skin crawled with every step. Could I really go through with this?
Cool stone pressed into my back as I was pushed into the corner of the crowded passage making me suddenly aware of my overheated skin. My partner bracketed me in, his lips crashing onto mine with a bruising intensity from the start. When his tongue slid along the seam of my lips, I opened for him and sucked on it. An enraptured groan came from him and those calloused hands roamed all over my body. They lefttrails of hot sensation and zaps of electricity in their wake along my skin.
Hooking my fingers through his belt loops, I tugged him against me and groaned into his mouth when our cocks pressed against each other. On instinct, I ground my hips into his and chased the explosive friction it caused. Need and pent-up tension made every fiber of my body vibrate. I wanted this so badly. Needed it.
My blond pulled away, locking hooded eyes with me before he silently lowered himself to his knees. Desire swirled hot in my belly, making my breaths saw out of me in short pants as I looked down on him. He was so sexy… eager, andavailable. Pressing my hips forward, I silently encouraged him as he deftly popped the button on my jeans and tugged down my zipper. Brown eyes flashed in my mind again, and I internally shook my head against the warring invasion.
This man wasn’t Derek. This man wanted me. He wantedthis.
