We went to the center of the dance floor, and I let the bass take over my body. I bumped and grinded all over Megan as we laughed. We held hands. It’d been a long time since we’d been this close. It felt like old times.
Pretty Ricky blared. A warm body came up behind mine. Hard, not soft like Megan’s, but whoever it was smelled so familiar I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t turn around to greet the mystery person, but instead indulged in the excitement of the unknown.
He was male. Verymale.His large hand spanned across my belly as he pressed his hard cock right up against the crack of my ass. Heat pooled in my stomach as the song switched to a sexy R&B number. As his heat enveloped me, I sank into him more. His hands clasped either side of my hips as we swayed to the music. My head fell back onto his shoulder, and I allowed myself to fantasize about how bad this faceless stranger wanted me.
It brought to mind the last guy who had caught my fancy and took me back to his swanky suite. But that was forever ago, and I would never see that man again. But I still dreamed of him.
My dress rode up on my thighs. He slid his hand up. I thought I could hear him groan almost as if he were in pain when he found my t-string thong. I should stop him lest I have a repeat performance of that fateful night at the bar from a month or so ago. I had gotten away with that hookup, but I’d be pressing my luck to do it again—to let another nameless stranger dominate my body and own me as his own for all the world to see.
But I didn’t stop him.
His fingers grazed my clit, and my breath caught. Who was this man? How could he touch me as if he knew me?
When his fingers slipped inside my pussy, I ground down on his hand, working myself up and down on him while I imagined the man with a savage smile who’d I met in a bar one terrible night, who took all my troubles away.
“Oh, oh fuck.” I cried, feeling pleasure unlike anything I’d ever felt before on a club dance floor.
He kissed my neck, and I could feel his grin. Still, he had said nothing. His hand wrapped around my throat much like Josh had done earlier. Instead of frightening me, I leaned into it. I wanted more.
He flicked his fingers upwards inside of me, and I lifted onto my tiptoes from the pleasure. Surely, he didn’t know my body as well as he thought he did. There was no way he’d be able to make me cum a second time in the middle of the dance floor. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
The more I resisted his hold, the deeper his fingers went inside of me. Music was so loud, no one could hear my moans. So, I let them out.
“Mine,” his voice growled against my skin.
Was that an accent?
No, I was imagining things. There was no way the same man who’d fucked me stupid a month or two ago would have found his way behind me in a club tonight. I couldn’t be that lucky twice.
I spread my legs wider.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he whispered into my flesh before giving it a little bite.
Heat exploded through my body. Fuck. “I’m coming,” I cried out with a shocked gasp.
Another smile against my neck as he thrusted another finger inside of me. The pressure was too tight, rubbing along my g-spot, and I came instantly. This man, able to drag three orgasms from my body in as many minutes, was dangerous.
He patted my vagina like he was thanking it and let me go.
I spun around on my heel, searching for my man, but he’d disappeared into the crowd, lost to a sea of grinding bodies and flashing lights.
“It’s for the best,” I lied to myself.
Megan came to me with another drink, and I took it from her. “What is?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
She shrugged and started dancing again. But as I stood there, feeling more alone than ever, I mentally listed all the reasons why it was better that the mystery man who’d fingered me to three orgasms had disappeared.
One good reason was currently swaying beside me while sloshing her drink everywhere. Goddamn.
I released a frustrated sigh. Yes, it was for the best. It had to be. I just needed to convince myself of that truth.
And I would—tomorrow.
ALEXIE
Alexie