“Dance with me.” The arms that wrapped around me were strong and just tight enough to make my heart skip a beat. “I saw you watching me.”
Was it the young guy who’d been so confident?
The tall guy leaning against the wall?
The club was so dark that even when the strobe lights flashed it didn’t help me to figure out who was behind me or who I’d been staring at to begin with. I’d gone with vibes over logic, so either of them felt like a good option.
Rough hands.
He was tall and broad.
The older guy.
It had to be.
Rocking my ass back against him as he slid one hand under my shirt, I nodded and moaned as his rough fingers trailed right over the top of my jeans. “Tighter.”
I’d had a crappy day…an even worse month…and a fucking terrible year…so tonight I was going to do whatever I wanted with whoever I wanted.
Tall Guy gave me what I needed as he leaned down and kissed right under my ear, short hair rubbing against my head like sandpaper. Military short. That meant strong arms and bad decisions. “Double tap means no. Clear?”
Well, at least he understood consent.
Considering how dark the damned near underground club was and how loud the music was, it was a reasonable way to make sure he didn’t go too far. I nodded but turned my head and raised my voice. “Yes. But you have to use it too.”
Some guys with more Dom kind of vibes got stubborn about that, but this one was smart enough to nod. I mostly felt the movement but I got a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye as a purple strobe light scattered over the crowd.
It gave him an almost inhuman look, but the quick glimpse was gone in a second. All I’d gotten was an impression of him having strong features and being vaguely familiar, so it had to be the older guy I’d seen near the bar earlier.
But even if I was wrong, the chances of him being a serial killer were low and I didn’t have enough luck to end up with a stalker.
No one in my life stuck around that long.
“Promise.” Pulling me closer against him, his tongue teased around my ear, getting a shiver and a moan from me. “That’s sexy, baby.”
Closing my eyes, I let him move us to the music and pushed the real world away as far as I could. It seemed to be all the permission he needed because he rocked his cock against my ass and slid his hand higher up my chest. “Tight and smooth…I bet you’re lickable.”
I’d never grown into the image I’d always pictured in my head, no big muscles or hairy chest here, but I was toned and lean and smooth enough that some guys liked it.
And it seemed like my military man fell into that category.
“Don’t you want to know.” I smiled as I got another moan from him, that time deep enough to vibrate through me. “Or are you too polite?”
I hoped not.
There was a rumble I thought was a laugh, but it was too hard to tell. All I knew was that my sass hadn’t pushed him away and seemed to spur him on.
Rough fingertips circled on my nipple as he bit down on my ear hard enough to make my knees weak. No double tap needed. It was exactly what I’d fantasized about on my way to the sketchy club and my whole body jerked when he finally pinched it.
Whatever he saw or heard from me had that rumble coming back and he rolled the tip between his fingers as his other hand shifted lower on my torso. At a quick glance, in the darkness of the club it would’ve seemed like he was almost at my dick, but anyone thinking that would’ve been wrong.
He’d gone right for the prize and was using it almost like a handle to steer us to the thump of the music.
Perfection.
No hesitation.
No questions.
Behind my lids I could see flashes and I knew the stupid disco ball had gone off again, so I kept my eyes closed and leaned back into my military guy’s arms. He must’ve read my consent right, and probably my need, because he rumbled out a low sound and tightened his hands.
Everywhere.
He pinched my nipple again and gave it another tug.
The grip on my cock shifted to almost painful and was so perfect my brain short-circuited.
It felt like he’d made my whole body moan as the pleasure rolled through me, but it got even better as he slipped one leg between mine. Somehow that felt dirtier than him grabbing my dick and it felt like I was riding his cock in the middle of the dance floor.
I could barely see what people were doing around us before he’d come over, so I knew we were lost in the anonymous crowd.
Logic didn’t make the wicked exhibitionism feel any less dirty, though.
“So needy.” His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his hot breath tease over me and either the words or the heat sent another shiver through me. “Hard and sexy.”
He clearly approved of both and the normal buzz of humiliation that kept me from truly enjoying things like this faded into the background. The praise and desire in his voice were so clear I couldn’t feel bad about it…and I couldn’t find any reason to stop it.
I needed it and I wasn’t going to let anything stop me.
Even myself.
“More.” Begging should’ve been embarrassing too but it made him moan and his hands tightened on me. “Please.”
The one on my dick gave it a few rough tugs over my clothes, timing it with the music so perfectly it made it even more erotic. “That’s my needy boy. Gonna give you everything you want.”
Everything…I wanted everything.
Before I could figure out if I had to explain it to get it, the music shifted and his hands changed tactics as well. The slower pulse of the beat had him moving his hands, and I had every intention of complaining. But as he released my dick, he slid the hand under my shirt lower until his fingers were under the waistband of my pants.
I approved.
My moan made that clear because as he rocked us to the music, his other hand slid up over my shirt and he groped my pecs and nipples through the nearly sheer T-shirt I’d put on earlier. As bodies writhed around us, they must’ve caught glimpses of what he was doing because there were flashes of heated grins and wicked smiles that had him chuckling behind me.
He liked being watched.
He liked it a lot if I was feeling the situation behind me right.
I liked what his hands were doing…especially the one with fingers that were barely jerking me off and stroking right under the head of my dick. He was making slow circles that fried my brain, and half the nerves in my body, because they were lit up like it was Christmas.
It should’ve been too much, but every time it got close to that point, he’d rub right over my slit until he pulled me back from the edge. I’d never had anyone take me apart like that. It was the craziest thing I’d ever felt because something that gentle shouldn’t feel so overwhelming.
Eventually I’d figure out how to describe the sensations he was giving me, but all I could do was let him play me like an instrument.
In the club.
On the dance floor.
Surrounded by eyes and bodies and strangers who had to know on some level what was happening.
I was so lost in the sensations I didn’t even notice him moving me across the floor until we’d rocked and writhed our way over to the far side. Accidentally or not, he tucked us into an even darker corner that felt like it must’ve been a closet at some point.
“Hands on the wall.” I obeyed the firm order without thinking about it. Instead of smooth drywall it felt like a rough carpet almost scratching my hands. “That’s right.”
My eyes opened but there was nothing around me but an almost inky darkness. The only light was flashing behind us, barely giving me enough to see anything, but I didn’t need to see.
I wanted to feel, and my military man knew it.
He dragged his hands over me, confident and sure as he released my pants and shoved down the front to free my cock. “Cock or ass, baby? Do you want to be fucked or sucked?”
Dreams could come true.
I’d have taken anything and loved it, but my mouth chose before lower parts me could pick just one. “Fucked.”
His whole body felt like it tightened around mine, but the soft kiss he pressed against my neck was what wrecked me. “Good boy.”
God.
I loved that stupid phrase.
As his lips moved down my neck, I felt him moving behind me, but I didn’t realize what he was doing until two slicked fingers slid inside me.
Lube.
An inappropriate joke about him always being prepared flashed through my mind but I was smart enough to hold it back. Then I was too distracted to say anything because the burn of his fingers filling me took over.
The heat and stretch took my already needy body and shifted it into overdrive. I started rocking back onto his fingers and whining before I thought about what I was doing or how it looked or how stupid it might be.
Nothing else mattered but letting someone else take over…letting someone else take me…and chasing the pleasure I knew was coming.
It was every perfectly dirty scene other guys said they’d explored in clubs, and it was incredible.
This much confidence should’ve been a turnoff but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced and it just got hotter when he finally eased his fingers out and leaned close again. “I’m going to fill you up so good, baby.”
I nodded. I managed that much but words just weren’t going to happen, so I pushed my ass back, shifting my feet to offer my ass up to him.
Subtle was for losers who went home unfucked.
“Good boy.” He was pleased, but heat flashed over my ass and it took several seconds too long to understand my reward had been a spank.
Whatever he’d gotten from me had him letting out another pleased sound that I barely heard and he shifted to send fiery pleasure through my other cheek.
Fucking hell.
I was getting spanked in a fucking club.
God.
I was going to come before he’d even gotten inside me at the rate we were going.
He made it even more insane by reaching around to give my dick a rough jerk and shake, making it clear we both knew how hard he’d made me. “I knew you were perfect.”
Me.
No one had ever said that before.
He was just making sure he got to fuck me—I knew that—but I couldn’t help eating it up. Somehow it turned my brain to mush and all I could do was moan as his cock finally eased inside of me.
The burn was even better that time but I almost couldn’t feel it. Somehow my body felt like it was light and heavy at the same time, and all I could track was how crazy it was and how good he made me feel.
When he finally bottomed out in me, he kissed my neck and wrapped his body around me. A tiny part of me knew it was to keep us hidden, but I couldn’t help loving the way he had me trapped against the wall.
I’d never understood the feeling of being claimed and owned some people had talked about online. All I’d met were big talking assholes or guys who were so shy we’d never made it past kissing. This was like comparing Dollar Store hot dogs to the finest steak imaginable.
It couldn’t be real.
Fuck.
God.
It was so real I was going to be able to feel it for days.
Best night ever.
