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Fucking hell.
The sight makes me groan. Even though Ijustcame, I definitely feel like I could keep going. Everything in me is still pulsing and tingling, ready for more.
The stage lights dim as the dancer makes her exit, and with Dialevia’s spell broken, the normal music resumes, the crowd filling the dance floor again.
“Dance with me,” Ty says.
Again, he’s not asking so much as demanding, and I fucking eat it up. I’m not sure I can move, much less dance. I think the orgasm he just gave me melted my bones. But I nod anyway, eager to have his hands on me again, however I can get them.
He pushes the button to lower the privacy glass, then takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor. The music is still heavy on the bass, and he pulls me close. I crush my hips against his, delighted to find what appears to be averygenerous hardnesspushing back against me. I may be wet as hell for him, but he’s not unaffected. He wants me too.
I’m generally not the type of person who hooks up with some stranger at a club—in fact, I’ve never done anything like this—but I can’t seem to help myself. He’s barely said ten words to me, but there’s something incredibly magnetic about this man and I want more of him.
I wantallof him.
I press closer, crushing my breasts into his hard chest. His hand lands on my ass and he cups it, keeping us aligned as we grind to the beat. His rhythm is perfect; there’s no awkwardness to his movements at all. He’s as smooth on the dance floor as anywhere.
Despite the delightful orgasm I just had, I’m fully primed again. I can feel more wetness pooling in my panties, and I think if we keep dancing like this, it might just be enough to get me off again. All I have to do is rub myself against him.
His eyes bore into mine and a slight grin plays across his lips, as if he knows exactly how turned on I am. Though, judging by the hard length in his pants, which I swear is getting even harder, we’re both feeling it. Unfortunately, the stupid sound system chooses that moment to end the song. Ty steps back slightly and the distance brings me to my senses a little.
Shit, I can’t just rub my crotch on some stranger on the dance floor, can I? No matter what we just did in his private booth?
Yeah, I should probably go find my friends before I do anything else embarrassing.
On an impulse, I push his mask up a little, further revealing his sharp jaw and firm lips. Before I can talk myself out of it, I press my mouth to his. Despite what we did in the booth, this feels, in a way, more daring and more intimate, especially since we’re in full view of everyone. I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips and he parts them, participating but letting me take the lead. After an intense moment of tongue fucking, I break away, thank him for the dance, and sashay into the crowd, cheeks heating from my own boldness.
Yep, time to find the twins and get out of this guy’s erotic orbit.
I only make it to the edge of the dance floor before a strong hand captures my wrist.
“You sure you wanna walk away?” he asks, his deep voice raspy and full of promise. My heartbeat kicks up another notch. He leans close to my ear. “I know what you want. I’ll give it to you.” He pushes against me, pressing his erection into my hip and showing meexactlywhat he’s promising.
“Okay,” I say on a shaky breath, throwing caution to the wind.
He grins and tugs me back in the direction of his secluded booth. “If you’re sure, come on.”
I follow Ty,chewing my lip, curious if I’m really bold enough to fuck someone in the middle of a crowded club, no matter how private his booth may be.
Who am I kidding? Ty makes me bold. Bold and wild and wanton. And wet. So very wet. I am absolutely going to do this.
When we get back to his booth and the glass is up, he sprawls onto the banquette, shoves the table out of the way, and pulls me in front of him. He doesn’t remove his mask, or any of his clothes. Mine either, for that matter. He just yanks off my panties, unbuttons his pants to free himself, and rolls on a condom. With one eyebrow arched at me, he rucks up my dress and cups me, sliding his fingers along both sides of my clit.
My eyes want to roll back in my head, and a low moan spills out of me. He dips his fingers into me, gathering my creamy wetness, and then slides them back to my clit, strumming and flicking it like it’s an instrument only knows how to play.
My hands land on his shoulders as I steady myself. My legs are trembling as the hot pressure builds in my belly. Without warning, he pinches my clit hard and I shriek, erupting as an orgasm races over me, sharp and intense. Before it can subside, he picks me up at the waist, and then drops me down on his cock, impaling me from below.
I gasp at the sudden invasion, because what I suspected from grinding on him was right: he’s huge. Super thick and long enough to hit my G-spot if he angles himself right. He grunts his approval and leans forward to nibble at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
“You’re so wet,” he hisses. “And your orgasm is milking my cock. It feels fucking good.”
“Yessss,” I moan, shuddering at the sensations rushing through me. He’s moving his hips slowly and smoothly, building the pleasure at an excruciating pace. I want to demand that he speed up, except I’m enjoying the slow build toward what I suspect might be the orgasm that kills me once and for all. I can feel it forming already, even though I just came fucking hard.
He reaches behind me with one hand and grabs my ass, squeezing firmly. His other hand snakes between us, strumming my still-throbbing clit, and I suck in a breath.
“You like that, sweet Penny?” he asks in a low voice.
I nod, feeling desperate. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
