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I don’t see his face, just the wide set of his shoulders as he disappears into one of the private rooms, and when something clenches deep in my stomach, I realize he’s the one I’ll be losing my virginity to tonight.
3
ASPEN
The door of the private room remains open, and before I can even stop myself, I step out of the bearded man’s arms and move across the lounge, that deep throbbing in my core getting hungrier by the second. I can’t help but wonder if this is one of those trusted men Casey was talking about—the trusted men who are skilled and able to fulfill a woman’s every desire.
God, I hope so.
I step into the doorway of the private room, finding it to be one of the dark rooms the club offers. Dark walls and floors, just like the rest of the club, only instead of the dim lighting the other spaces offer, this has none. All I see is a slight silhouette of the muscled man in the center of the room and a shiver trails down my spine. His back is to me, but I’ve never been so intrigued.
I’m really going to do this.
“Shut the door,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire, and even though I can barely hear him over the electrifying music, I do exactly as he asks, stepping over the threshold and closing the door behind me.
Any light from the main floor is shut out, and the room falls into a blinding darkness. The music is still just as loud, only now that I’m closed in with this mysterious man, I can feel the music vibrating right through my chest.
My hands shake, and I quickly finish off what’s left of my Cosmo before putting the glass aside. He doesn’t say another word, but I sense him beckoning me toward him, and I do exactly what he wants, desperate to feel his hands all over my body.
Barely able to see his silhouette anymore, I move across the room until I feel the flutter of his touch brushing down the length of my arm. I shiver, coming to a stop before him, and despite the nerves pounding through my body, I’ve never wanted anything more. I want this strange man to do wicked things to me, to take my virginity and make me feel alive.
His touch is like a summer breeze right down to my wrist where he collects my wristbands between his fingers, clearly feeling that there are two. A single question lingers between us, and I swallow hard, letting him know exactly why I’m here. “White,” I breathe, trembling with nerves. “And red.”
Despite not being able to see him, I can sense his understanding, and I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with the darkness that surrounds us. After taking my sight away, I have to rely on my other senses. The music drowns out my ability to hear, so all that’s left for me to do is feel.
Feel his touch on my body.
Feel the warmth he emanates.
Feel the way his breath brushes over my skin.
I want it all.
The mysterious stranger takes my hips and turns me in his arms until my back is pressed against his bare chest, and a soft moan falls from my lips just being this close to him. He towers over me. He must be at least six-foot-four compared to my tiny five-foot-four. The top of my head barely reaches his shoulder, but I like that about a man. I like broad shoulders and a wide chest to go along with a muscled frame.
I’m intoxicated by his scent, his cologne being the same one that Izaac uses, but I put it to the back of my mind. I’m not willing to imagine the hands of a man who’ll never want me tonight.
His fingers continue brushing over my skin, and I become putty in his hands. My hip. My wrist. My ribs. Every touch leaves me aching for more. And then finally, his hand dives deep between my legs and cups my pussy, and I let out a shallow groan.
He leans into me, his lips skimming over my shoulder. “If at any time you want me to stop, you tell me.”
His words are a demand, not leaving room for negotiation, and I nod, knowing nothing this man could do to me right now would have me needing him to stop. And then as if sensing that drive within me, his hand starts working over my pussy.
He cups and grinds the heel of his palm against my clit, and I tremble. He works me through the sheer fabric of my thong as his other hand skims over my bare waist before trailing up to the slim shoestring strap that holds my sequined top together. He gives it a gentle pull and the small knot at my back comes free, and as I grind against his hand, he releases the second string, letting my top fall to the ground.
He doesn’t hesitate, curving his big hand around my ribs and up to my full tits. His fingers roam over the curve of my breast as if testing how it feels in his hand, and as his fingers brush over my nipple and send a fierce electric shot straight to my core, my knees buckle.
He holds me up in his strong grasp, teasing every inch of my body before reaching for the small zipper that holds my miniskirt around my hips. He pulls the metal tab with ease, and my skirt falls away, dropping to the ground with my top and leaving me in nothing but my black thong and thigh-high boots.
A growl rumbles through his chest, and I feel the vibration on my back, but it’s gone a moment later when he takes my hips and turns me. I gasp, my chest heaving with anticipation, never having felt such a deep sexual need in my life. Don’t get me wrong, just because I haven’t had sex, doesn’t mean I’m not starved for it. I’ve done everything else and have an array of toys in my bedside drawer that are definitely overused, but I’ve never felt anything like this.
He pushes into me, his strong hands effortlessly forcing me back a step, and I keep going until my back is pressed against the wall of the dark room. He crowds me, his big body keeping me pinned to the wall as his thumbs hook into the thin waistband of my thong, then as he drags it down my thighs, he drops to his knees.
I suck in a gasp. I didn’t anticipate this. I thought it would be straight to sex, but hell, I’m not about to tell him no if he wants to taste me.
He pulls my thong down my legs and over the boots until I’m able to step out of it. Then I feel his hand on my thigh, slowly trailing over every slight curve as if committing my body to memory. His fingers wrap around the inside of my knee, guiding my leg up and over his shoulder, opening me up to him and exposing me in the most vulnerable way, and considering his incredible height, I’m stretched wide.
He leans into me, and I can’t resist threading my fingers into his hair. His sharp inhalation sends butterflies soaring through the pit of my stomach. The anticipation is almost too much to bear when he finally closes the gap and his tongue swipes through my slit, trailing from my entrance, right to my clit. My knees tremble, and I’m forced to lean all of my weight against the wall, barely able to keep myself upright.
