37. Chapter 37
Chapter 37
T he way he is looking at me tonight has my skin on fire. Every glance sets me alight. I’ve barely been able to concentrate on our conversation with the others because the feel of his body next to mine has my mind emptying of all rational thought. Is he aware that he keeps running his fingers over my thighs? It’s distracting and it’s taking a hell of a lot of effort to make it look like I am paying attention. I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol I’ve been drinking or Eagan that’s causing my lack of focus.
I’m drinking my second cocktail of the night. I’ve never had alcohol before, but I’ve seen people when they’ve been drinking. I want to make sure I don’t get too carried away tonight although the drinks are delicious.
A new song starts to play and Sienna squeals, “Come on Kairi, Lacey, let’s dance!” She stands up from the booth and pulls us by the hands. I stumble over Eagan, who is blocking my exit, and as I do so, I inadvertently rub my ass over him. Oops.
Still holding our hands, Sienna leads us onto the dance floor. There are more people crushed together in this space than I’ve ever seen before, and I’m both overwhelmed but also drawn in by the bodies that surround me, gyrating together to the heavy bass of the music. The atmosphere is contagious and as I watch the way that Sienna and Lacey let go and move their bodies, I allow myself to sink into the beat. People surround us, pushing from either side but all I focus on is being here in the moment. Feeling completely free.
As we dance, sweat starts to bead on my skin and sticks my hair to the base of my neck. Adrenaline courses through my veins and causes my heart to beat hard and fast.
After a few songs, Sienna peels away and begins to dance with a woman with dark, almost black hair that falls to her shoulders. I watch as the woman, slightly shorter than Sienna, places her hands on Sienna’s hips and pulls their bodies close together as they dance in time with each other. Sienna gazes at the woman with lust-filled eyes, but as their hands start to roam over the other’s bare skin, she closes her eyes and appears to give into their movements.
Lacey catches my eye and notices that I am looking at Sienna. “Oh, don’t worry about Sienna; she likes to let loose on nights out,” she laughs, and I tear my gaze away and get lost in the music once more.
At some point, Lacey moves away and coerces Tom onto the dance floor. They move together to my left and it’s beautiful to see the love that flows between them as they sway slowly in each other’s arms, completely oblivious to anyone other than each other. They stare into each other's eyes, and I’m hit with such a sharp pain of jealousy it causes my breath to catch. I have always imagined how it would feel to be loved so completely and watching these two makes me desperate to be looked at in the way they look at each other.
I’m dancing alone as both Lacey and Sienna have paired off, Lacey with Tom and Sienna with her mystery woman. I look over to Eagan who remains in the booth and gesture to him to come join me. He shakes his head, leaning back and downing the rest of his current drink. I shrug my shoulders and turn away feeling the sinking disappointment. His loss.
A hand runs over the small of my back and a large body presses into my personal space. I look over my shoulder and meet the gaze of a man I’ve never seen before. His caramel eyes are heated, and his brown curls fall softly around his face. He leans closer, bringing his lips to my ear. “Can I dance with you?” he asks. I’m surprised but nod my agreement. Dancing with someone else looks far more fun, and if Eagan doesn’t want to dance with me, then I’ll just have to do it with someone else.
The man wraps a soft hand around my stomach and pulls my ass into his crotch. He directs my movements to match his as we move our hips from side to side. As we move together his hands start to run up and down my sides. A breath of warm air brushes against the back of my neck and I feel the softest press of lips. Goddess, I wish they were Eagan’s lips, but I close my eyes and try to ignore the ache that pinches in my chest when I think of him. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t want commitment so there shouldn’t be anything wrong with me having fun with someone else. I’m not sure if I believe that though.
Confusion strikes me when the sound of an “ oof,” accompanied by the disappearance of the warmth at my back brings me back to reality, my body mourning the loss of that physical connection. I’m suddenly spun around, and strong hands grip my shoulders. I lift my head and stare into the deep, ocean eyes of Eagan. His pupils are blown, and his breaths are heavy as his eyes seem to reach into my soul. Over to the side, the man who was dancing with me disappears into the crowd of people, giving me a look of annoyance as he goes. I barely give him a second thought.
Eagan grabs my chin and pulls my gaze back to him. “What are you doing, vicious one?” he growls, low and deep, sending shivers down my spine.
“Dancing, of course,” I reply, attempting, and failing to pull my chin from his tight grasp.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Of course not. I asked you to dance and you said no. It’s not my fault someone else wanted to dance with me.” Still partially restraining me, he doesn’t move or utter a word for a few heartbeats.
“Fine, vicious one. You want to dance? Then let’s dance.” Eagan turns me around again and pulls my ass firmly into him, much more demanding than the man before him. I let out a groan as I feel every inch of his cock through my barely there dress. There’s no doubt that he’s turned on and I’m right there with him. Eagan’s movements are rough and forceful in the best way as he dictates every motion I make.
I’m burning. Electricity pulses through my skin as his touch ignites me. Though we dance so similarly to the way I was dancing before, it couldn’t feel more different. I can’t breathe from the rush of desire that floods my body.
Eagan buries his head in the crook of my neck and bites gently, causing a hiss to slip through my teeth. He soothes the bite with a stroke of his tongue, and I let out a soft whimper and grind my ass even harder into his cock, desperate to feel every inch of him.
Eagan's hands fall to my legs, and he begins to caress softly up my thighs. He reaches the hem of my dress but doesn't stop. Once his hands move under my dress they pause for a moment. I become hyper-aware of the people around us, the indecency of our actions and then simply decide that I couldn’t care less what they think.
When I make no notion to stop him, instead, pushing myself into him even more, his long, soft fingers continue on their journey. A gasp leaves his lips when he moves higher still. “Oh, my vicious one, you’re not wearing any panties. Did you think you were going to get through tonight without me noticing?”
My skin heats, not with embarrassment, but with lust. “I couldn’t wear panties with this dress,” I taunt. “It’s too tight and I can’t have visible panty lines.” My words come in gasps as I feel incapable of drawing in a full breath.
“Hmm,” he moans, pressing his head into my neck once more, the intimacy of his actions surprising and delighting me. “Are you drenched for me? Is your cunt dripping with need for me?” My heart beats ferociously at his filthy words and the sounds of the music and people around me cease to exist. All I can hear is Eagan’s breathing and my heart racing. I nod like a bobblehead, desperate to show him how much I want him. How much I need him.
His fingers lightly touch my core, and a shiver runs all the way through my body. For a few breaths, he moves his fingers, feeling my wetness that he accurately predicted was there. The niggling thought in the back of my mind returns, trying to tell me that what we are doing is inappropriate in a public space. But again, I can’t bring myself to care. And with the way everyone else here is pressed against each other, hands, and mouths devouring, I’m not certain that anyone else cares either. I banish that little voice for good and surrender to Eagan.
After only a couple of strokes of my clit, he runs his fingers through my wetness and then withdraws them. It’s not much but enough to spike my already high arousal and leave me wanting. He lifts his fingers to his mouth, taking care to lick each one clean. He then captures my mouth with his over my shoulder and the taste of myself on his lips drives me wild. Every time we give in to this need between us, our kisses are intense and claiming. In this I don’t submit. My lips and my tongue fight with his, teeth clashing and nipping.
He steps away but grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance floor and I show absolutely no resistance. We weave in and out of the crowd, trying not to step on any feet or bump into anyone. I pull down the hem and smooth my dress with my other hand when I notice that it has risen to an indecent length thanks to Eagan’s exploration.
Eagan leads me into a hallway with bathrooms. He looks around, taking note of the small group of girls hanging around the girl's bathroom who are looking rather intoxicated. Instead, he pushes me through a door with a sign that indicates that it’s the staff bathroom.
“Eagan,” I hiss, “what are you doing? We shouldn’t be here.”
He pushes me over to the bathroom counter, pushing me forward onto it and my hands fly out to brace myself. “Hands on the counter, vicious one and stick that pretty ass out for me.”