Sweat beads on my skin as the sticky heat from the dance floor surrounds me. I’m elbowed a few times, and someone steps on my foot at least twice before Deer pulls us to an abrupt stop. I look up, coming face-to-face with a giant neon tiger, and grin. Lee led us all the way to the front of the DJ booth.
Despite the muggy air clinging to my body, a shiver racks down my spine. My gaze lifts from the crowd, searching the balcony.
There.
Blade’s telltale red mask glows like a beacon guiding me to danger. It’s hypnotizing. There’s a part of me that is drawn to him, no matter how I try to deny it. My body aches at the distance. He looks even hotter than when I saw him at the VSAs. The way his muscles flexed and glistened in the lights as he cornered Decker should be considered a sin. Even now, I want to trail my fingers down his abs.
What were the freaking odds that he would be at the same club? I really thought the chances of us crossing paths again were slim to none. And yet, here we are, just a few weeks later.
I’m jostled out of my trance when some random bumps against me. I force myself to rip my gaze away from Blade to the women in front of me.
Lee shoves her fist into the air. “Alright, ladies. Fuck Decker. Let’s have some fun!”
“Fuck Decker!” Deer chants back.
“Fuck Decker!” Deanna and I join in after.
We all raise our fists in the air as the beat drops. The four of us move seamlessly to the music, our bodies twisting and turning in time with the beat. I let the bass reverberate through my body, my skin jumping at the force. My head and body move as one, blending into the sounds beating through the speakers. All the want and temptation that has been building inside me fuels my movements. I let the music fill me, power me. Euphoria creeps into my soul, and I know I’m grinning hard as hell right now.
An EDM remix of a popular song comes on, and the four of us squeal before singing along with the lyrics. Well, shouting might be a little more accurate than singing.
The margaritas Deanna made at her place and the shots we took here are finally making their way through my body. My muscles loosen as the liquor warms my blood. I let myself slip into the feeling. Everything around me becomes a blur of orange and white as I lose myself to the music, lights, bodies, heat. My ass drops to the floor, bouncing on my heels, as I shout along to the song. Deer follows my movement down and bops her pink hair wildly to the beat. Deanna grabs my hand and pulls me up into a spin, and I laugh against her. All my worries feel like they were blown into a balloon and thrown into the sky. My eyes shut as I allow all my inhibitions to be free.
I feel a trail of hands on my hips, ghosting the line between my skirt and my skin. A warm body presses up against mine. My eyes pop open in shock, and I make eye contact with Deanna. She just smiles and winks before turning her back to me, dancing with Deer and Lee. Confusion bubbles over the shock, but as I twist my head around, both disappear as lust takes over.
Shining red X’s tower above me, and the club’s neon lights bounce off the black mask. It all mixes into one addictive, hazy glow. Unable to stop myself, my hand reaches up, caressing the bottom of the mask. The hard plastic is slippery under my sweaty touch. This close, I can see the faint trace of his eyes behind the mask, staring right at me.
“Blade,” I breathe.
The music is so loud, and my voice is so soft, but still, I can see his eyes crinkle in response.
“Hello, little dove.”
Even with the base pumping through my veins, I feel his chest rumble against my shoulders as he speaks to me. I smile up at him. Genuine happiness floods my system, desire simmering beneath it. The deep growl of his voice is comforting in a way I can’t quite pinpoint.
His hands skim down my hips, over the soft fabric, and back up to the bare skin of my ribs. I sink into his touch, leaning my head back on him. My body pushes up against his. The bare skin on my back sticks against his chest.
I allow the music to take over me again, but with more heat this time. My hips dip and sway in time with the beat. I don’t push, letting my ass barely graze over his groin. Just the touch of temptation.
His hands move to grip my hips tighter. I flick my head to the side briefly, catching his eyes with a smile, before covering his hands with my own. Taking back some of the control. Continuing to move to the music the way I want to.
He pulls me closer to his body, forcing my movements to grind against his hips. I feel his length against my ass and grin to myself. The bass drops again, and I drop with it, bending in half, pushing my ass right up to his body. I rock side to side against him, dipping briefly as the beat sways.
The song changes, and I bring my body back up, raising my arm to curl behind me and loop around the back of his neck. My back arches slightly in the new position, and my fingertips dance against the straps of his mask. I’m flirting with temptation, and it has my core clenching.
I allow my nails to dance a little in his hair, scratching slightly. He releases his tight hold of my hips and trails his large fingers up my bare ribs. They pause momentarily under my breasts. With both hands, he skims four fingers from the center of my chest out, scraping his nails lightly as they round my ribs and then move down my hips. It sends a shiver up my body, and when he repeats the motion, my pussy drips.
I’m living for this. Loving this.
He begins a soft trail up my arms. His touch is featherlight, but his nails have a slight bite.
When he reaches my hands, he grips them in his own. We stay like that for a few beats, connected. My grinding gets slower, more languid, as I become one with his body. The slower pace means I feel how hard he is. Another zing travels right to my lower stomach. The lingering pulse causes my tiny thong to dampen significantly.
He pries my hands away from his neck and guides them down my own body. He starts with my shoulders, moving to my collar bones. His fingers remained laced through mine as he grazes over my breasts, purposely running across my stiff nipples. He moves us down my bare stomach, reaching the band of my skirt at my belly button. He pauses then and then rips my arms back over my head, spinning me around to face him. My eyes fly open as he pulls me chest to chest.
I stare up at him, stunned arousal coursing through me. He lets go of my hands and cups my face. He traces along my jaw before stopping to press his thumb against my lips. I wind my arms back around his neck, my gaze transfixed on his. The lust is hazing my vision, the red X’s hypnotizing me. All I see, all I feel, all I hear is red.
He presses on my lower lip, dragging his thumb down until my lip pops back up.
I’m so wound up right now. I can feel my arousal sticking between my thighs. I don’t even give it a second thought as I bring my right knee up to loop my leg around his hips. His hands move to spread across my back, just below my shoulder blades, to pull me tight around him. I sigh in relief as the air cools my raging heat.
That is until I realize my center is pressed right up against his dick in this new position. Shit. Shit, shitty, shit-shit.
He moves one of his hands to grip my ass. When the bass drops again, he lifts me slightly to grind farther onto his dick. I can’t stop my eyes from squeezing shut, but I do bite my lip to stop my moan from slipping out.
“Are you wet for me, again, baby?”
It’s the first thing he has said to me over the past…God knows how many minutes now. There’s something about the way he says it, something in his voice, that sounds familiar. Whatever it is, it sends flutters right to my pussy.