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Damnit. I’m getting another boner.
“You look amazing,” I tell her.
Her shyness is in overdrive. She looks down at the dress. “I feel ridiculous. This thing is way too short.”
The length should be the least of her worries. Guys will be crawling all over her tonight. No doubt I’m going to have some competition. I have no intentions of leaving her side, though. If they want to get to her, they’ll have to get through me first. Good luck with that.
When everyone is dressed and ready to go, we climb into a cab and head for the city. Lillian finds the hottest clubs via Twitter, and so that’s where we head.
Swarms of people line the sidewalk, waiting to get into the trendy nightclub. House music pours out the door and onto the street. As soon as we step out of the cab I can feel the bass vibrating through my feet. The line is around the corner. There’s no way we’re going to get in anytime soon. I start to suggest another club that we drove by on our way here, but as soon as the bouncer sees Channa, his eyes are locked and hungry.
“You,” he says, pointing at her. She points at herself, confused, as if to say me? “Yeah, you. You’re in.” His suave British accent and the way he looks at her with those lust-filled eyes makes me want to walk up to him and punch him right in his pasty face.
“I’m not going in without my friends,” she says.
The guy looks uninterested at the rest of the girls then sees me and frowns. “Fine,” he says, and waves the rest of us in.
The girls get excited and are already starting to sway their hips and dance as they’re walking in. Lillian and Deb mock the other girls still waiting in line as they complain about not being able to get in. But those two wouldn’t be getting in either if it weren’t for Channa.
The bouncer puffs up his chest, trying to appear taller as I walk past, but I’m at least a head taller than him. I smirk at him when Channa grabs my hand to keep from getting lost in the crowd. She doesn’t let go until we make it to the bar. When she lets go, I already miss the feeling of her warm skin against mine.
We’re packed in like sardines and it will take a while to grab a bartender’s attention.
Lillian spots someone she likes standing at the bar. She’s obvious and over the top with her flirting. “You guys go dance. I’ll wait here and order the drinks.”
“I’m going to get us a table,” Deb says. She looks uneasy. I imagine it has something to do with the boyfriend she has at home and all the thrusting men out on the dance floor that she wants no part of.
Channa takes my hand again. Her fingers are long and delicate, a pianist’s fingers. My whole hand engulfs hers. I can only imagine what it will be like to have my body engulf hers when I’m lying on top of her in bed.
Her breathing seems to quicken as if she’s reading my mind. Or maybe she can just see the want in my expression when I look at her.
“Let’s dance,” she says.
I lead her through the throng of people. The smell of booze sits heavy on the air. The heat of moving bodies has people dripping with sweat despite the chill outside.
We stop in the middle of the dance floor where it’s the least crowded. She seems timid at first. Perhaps she’s starting to sober up and self-consciousness is setting in once again. I won’t let that happen. I’m not going to give her any excuse to pull away from me. I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her, but her shyness is hindering her desires.
I press her body against mine, feel her inhale sharply. She hesitates a moment, then raises her arms and puts them around my neck. Slowly, her body starts to sway. We move in sync to the slow hit of the bass. She closes her eyes. My hands fit perfectly against the exquisite curve of her hips. I press her firmly against me. There’s no way she doesn’t feel what she’s doing to me as she grinds against me. My hard-on rages in my pants, eager to get out and bury itself into her warm depths. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck Channa right now.
She slowly turns her body so that her ass is now pressed against my dick. And what an ass it is. I want to squeeze those plump cheeks in my hands, bite them, watch my hard cock disappear between them. I wonder if she has any clue what she’s doing to me right now. And then she looks over her shoulder and gives me a sly smile, letting me know she knows exactly the kind of effect she has on me.
