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In true Nelle fashion, my charismatic best friend has already found someone to occupy her time. A cute blonde girl dances beside her. She laughs and giggles as Nelle whispers in her ear, attempting to be heard over the thumping bass. Adrian presses against my back, and I relax into him, letting my body mold against his. His hands tease slowly, gliding down my sides, before gripping my hips.
I press myself against him, moving my hips to the beat. My dark brown locks are hot on my neck, so I gather them to one side, exposing the long expanse of skin to Adrian. Glancing up over my shoulder at him from beneath my lashes, I will him to come closer. Wasting no time, he cranes his neck, and hot breath teases my skin into goose flesh. His lips softly graze against my skin, slowly teasing me as the anticipation builds. I urge him on, grinding my ass harder against him as I raise up, causing his lips to push firmer against me.
He chuckles knowingly, finally giving in. Lips moving harder against my neck, sucking on my sensitive skin. My lips part, and I pull in a sharp breath, gasping at the shock of pleasure. He keeps one hand firmly on my hip as the other glides teasingly across my skin, catches the chain at my waist, traces under it, and follows the path up my stomach. His lips trail up to my ear lobe, slowly sucking it between his lips, teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh.
My body feels light, moving languidly against him as the club fades around me. Heat rushes through my body, his lips and skillful fingers ratcheting up my desire. My body craves his touch, urging more contact. As though he read my mind, he spins me to face him. His eyes, full of heat, meet mine, scanning my face. I raise my hand to caress his cheek, before gripping his chiseled jaw. A wolfish smile plays on his lips. His mouth comes down on mine hard, and I raise to meet him with just as much fervor. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he grasps the back of my head, bringing me even further into him. I part my lips, allowing his tongue to graze against mine.
I match his intensity, the feel of his lips and tongue against mine drives my need even higher. The hand resting against my back pulls me closer and he parts my legs with his knee, grinding me against him. I moan into the kiss, his mouth swallowing the noise as he encourages me to move.
Taking his not-too-subtle hint, I move my hips to the music, causing my clit to rub against his leg. My waist strokes against his crotch, teasing him, and his length grows harder beneath his thin swim trunks. His lips devour mine, the intensity growing with our pleasure. My desire is evident with how wet my pussy is, my body begging me to take things further.
“Get me the fuck out of here,” I growl against his lips, briefly parting from his for a moment. He wastes no time, his hand moving to grip my ass, lifting me up. I wind my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist. As he turns back towards the booth, I cast my eyes over the dance floor and search for Nelle. Our gazes catch and I send her a questioning glance. Not wanting to leave my friend if she’s not comfortable with it. She winks, giving me a thumbs-up, before mouthing “birthday sex” and thrusting her hips. The blonde girl beside her laughs, her hand running up Nelle’s arm, taking her attention away from embarrassing me for once.
I release a small chuckle against Adrian’s neck as he easily maneuvers us through the crowd of writhing partygoers. Many are in similar positions to the one we were just reveling in on the dance floor. Hands still on my ass, he grinds me against his thick cock, jolting me from my thoughts.
My lips lower to his shoulder, softly kissing my way up to his neck. I suck on the point where his shoulder meets his neck, causing him to pause on the first step, one hand clutching the railing before grinding himself against me. I moan against his neck as I move my hips against him again. His hand grips my ass firmly, taking the moment to compose himself before continuing up the stairs.
“Back there,” I whisper slowly against his ear, motioning to the changing room.
He shoves the door open, eyes hurriedly searching the space, before making his way over to the mirror, and propping my ass on the counter. His hands run through my hair, tipping my mouth up to meet his, lips crashing into mine possessively as I slide my hips closer, wrapping my legs against him once more.
I grind myself against him, his hard length rubbing against my clit deliciously, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. He kisses along my jaw, licking and sucking his way down my neck to my sensitive collarbone. I lean back, resting on my hands to allow him more access.
His lips continue, making their way further down my chest, teasing their way along the seam of my bikini top. He looks up through his lashes questioningly, before making another move.
“Please,” I moan, rocking my hips against him. Needing no further direction, his hand moves to my top, exposing my breast to the cool, air-conditioned room. His eyes stare hungrily and he lowers his mouth once more, sucking my taut nipple between his lips. My eyelids shut and my head falls back. Arching my back to push his mouth against me harder, I grind against him, our rocking hips picking up speed. I moan, so close to an orgasm just from his hard cock rubbing against me.
“Ms. Rothchild?” Phil’s voice comes from outside the door, shocking me out of my pleasure-induced haze. I quickly back away, eager to avoid being caught hooking up with a stranger by one of my father’s staff, in his own club, no less. I swiftly fix my top, not wanting to give him a show if he happens to walk in.
“I really can’t do this here.” I look up at him sheepishly, exhaling deeply as I scrub a hand down my face, shaking off the haze of lust.
“Hey.” His hand holds my chin, tipping it up to meet his gaze. He smiles down at me, his eyes soft as he places a chaste kiss on my lips—the simple move taking away some of my anxiety. “It’s okay, really.”
“I should get changed,” I murmur, sliding out of his hold. Making my way over to the wardrobe, I pull my red sundress back over my head.
Grabbing my purse, I turn around. “I have to go.” I look up apologetically, indecision warring in my mind. A feeling pulls in my stomach as I gaze up at him, wanting to see him again, despite never being a relationship type of girl.
He takes the few steps separating us, hand cupping my cheek. His thumb brushes against my cheekbone and he rests his forehead against mine. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath. His arm wraps around my waist softly, as his other hand still runs comforting light touches across my cheekbone. I relax into the embrace, bracing myself for having to most likely deal with another order from my absent, yet controlling father.
“Ms. Rothchild!” Phil bellows, voice muffled slightly from the closed door. My eyes pop open in shock, fear rushing through me as I whip my head towards the door. His fists pound against the other side desperately, the handle turning to no avail as the door rocks against the lock that hadn’t been turned a moment ago.
As I attempt to step out of his tight embrace, my eyes snap to Adrian, widening in shock, trying again to pull myself out of his unyielding arms.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, barely audible over Phil’s booming voice and pounding fists. I struggle to focus with the haze of unshed tears gathering. My mouth is open and dry, a million questions warring to spill out, but I’m unable to form a single word. His eyes, soft and glassy, never leave mine, silently pleading for my forgiveness.
A tugging sensation within my stomach pulls me away from my body. Raising my arm, I watch my body begin to dissipate, breaking into barely visible molecules and swirling around me like a tornado.
The crash of the door echoes as it flies open. My fear-filled eyes collide with Phil’s before the rest of my body is swept up into a silent, spinning air stream. The world suddenly fades around me, and I’m plunged into darkness.
