Chapter 2 #2
We’re still dancing in the middle of a crowd, but I’m locked on the heat mingling between our bodies and a sudden weightless flutter in my chest. I suck her salty skin gently between my lips, and she tilts her head a little, which feels like encouragement.
She curls her fingers around mine at her waist as I press another soft kiss to her neck, sucking just a little.
“Your beard tickles,” she says in a breathy tone.
“You like it?”
Her eyes flutter closed, so I keep kissing, savoring her apple scent mixed with the salt from her skin while she grinds her ass against my dick.
The delightful craving for more with this girl is hijacking all rational thought. If she doesn’t turn this off, I cannot be held responsible for where my mouth ends up.
“I think I do,” she finally replies.
I suck on her earlobe and the tiniest groan rolls past her lips.
“We can get out of here,” I say before I lose my nerve.
She shakes her head. “Good girls don’t go home with random guys.”
“Good girls go after what they want.”
To my delight, she hums a laugh. “Maybe. But I’m not leaving this bar.”
“You need me to get creative?” I suck on her pulse point. A little harder this time.
A tremor rattles through her frame.
I had a feeling she’d like that, and being right sends a surge of blood straight to my dick.
“CJ,” she breathes.
I slip my hand in hers and gently tug her toward the dark hallway leading past the right side of the stage. My grip on her hand isn’t tight, but she holds on. At any point, she could pull away or tell me to stop. She doesn’t.
Earlier, she basically told me to back off, so what changed?
The hallway is dimly lit in soft violet.
We pass a couple making out and a small group of people talking and drinking, their bits of conversation and laughter popping in my ears as we pass.
I keep going because group bathrooms are a gross place to make out.
At the back is another hallway that leads to an emergency exit.
It’s pretty dark back here and as private as we’re going to get.
I spin her back to the wall and gaze down at her.
She caresses up my chest and over my shoulders, and the quiet ebbing around us feels charged, yet there’s a closeness between us that’s impossible to ignore. Her fingers weave into the curls at the nape of my neck.
I brush my knuckles against her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed as she tugs me closer. I take in her long dark lashes and the rise and fall of her quickening breaths for one stolen moment before I lower my lips to hers.
There’s a hint of lime as our mouths meet, like the rush I used to get downing my first drink of the night, but it’s better because this kiss isn’t a bad decision.
I risk a tiny flick of my tongue. She tightens her grip in my hair and arches her hips toward me.
I brace off the wall so I can at least try to maintain some space between us.
She slips one arm around my waist, her fingers tucking beneath the hem of my T-shirt at my lower back.
Her touch pours gasoline on the fire crackling to life inside me, and it’s me that groans this time.
I sweep my tongue past her lips, and hers darts out, playful and quick.
Chasing it consumes me for several delicious moments.
She kisses me back and tugs me closer. I slip my left thigh between hers so she can seek out the friction she’s craving.
Even through the layers of fabric separating us, she’s warm against me.
A powerful rush of pleasure rolls down my spine.
I slide a hand slowly over her ass, splaying my fingers so my middle one curves down the center seam. A whimper works up her throat.
Fuck. Does she realize where I’m touching her, or is she too turned on to notice?
What I wouldn’t give to do this properly, with her spread out on a big, soft bed and an entire night to explore.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Take what you need,” I say, kissing along her jaw.
Her breaths quicken and she rocks harder against my thigh.
I take her hand from my waist and pin it to the wall above her head because if she keeps sliding her hand any farther down my pants, it’s going to get messy.
Though I think I might fucking love it messy. Or at least, I love her version of it.
I memorize how utterly perfect the rose tattoo on the back of my hand looks pinning hers to the brickwork.
She bites her lip, her eyes turning desperate. I kiss her again and tuck inside her jeans so I can cup her bare ass as she rocks. Her jeans are tight, but being locked in like this only heightens the connection drawing ever tighter between us.
Fuck, she’s so soft. I slip my fingers beneath her thong and trace it down. She gives a startled cry into my mouth.
“I wish I could touch you everywhere right now,” I murmur into her ear.
She curls into me, her lips pressing to the curve of my neck. “Oh...”
With my hand cupping her perfect peach as she rubs and grinds, she comes in startled gasps against my shoulder.
We’re both panting when I release her wrist from the wall. She wraps her arm around my neck and kisses me hard. I swirl my tongue with hers, the momentary satisfaction of making her come on my thigh vanishing quickly because I already want more of this girl.
She rubs down my erection. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, and I hiss a breath.
“Careful,” I warn, because of all the things I’m not prepared for, coming in my jeans tops the list.
“I hate that word.” Her lips embrace mine, tugging a little, and then she swirls her tongue with mine in a firm, slow kiss.
My overloaded brain is slow to realize she’s already flipped open my belt buckle. The handful of brain cells not consumed by her try to warn me that we’re in a crowded bar, surrounded by hundreds of people. But I’m facing the wall, and it’s dark, and she’s…
Wait, why does she hate that word?
I want to ask, but just then, her delicate fingers slide beneath my briefs. So I take her face in my hands and kiss her.
When she wraps her hand around me, she sighs into my mouth.
I grit my teeth because it’s too good. Maybe it’s the risk that’s making this extra fucking hot—the delicious recklessness of it all.
Or maybe it’s just her and the fact that I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her since the minute she walked into the bar.
And now her soft, delicate fingers are caressing me.
“Baby,” I say on a groan as she fists my crown.
I capture her mouth again in another sensual kiss.
Her soft, wet tongue swirling with mine makes me want to slow everything down, so I can savor her hums of pleasure and the way she’s so eager to explore.
But the desire turning hot and desperate inside me isn’t having any of that.
“We should stop,” I pant. “Before I can’t.”
She gazes up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You mean that?” I blurt.
She shoots a nervous glance over my shoulder, then shuffles us backwards, to where the shadows swallow her completely. “Yeah.” She kisses me once more before pulling away and lowering to her knees.
I blink down at her in shock.
She laughs, and it shakes something loose inside me. Something wild and joyful. “So eager for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
Her eyes flash with a wicked gleam. “Apparently.”
“Then open up that pretty mouth like a good girl.”
She obeys, which is its own special kind of reward.
“Fuck,” I groan, thrusting past her soft, wet lips.
Her eyes flutter closed.
I arch back, then rock into her mouth again, deeper this time, testing her. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
She hums her reply.
“Look how good you take me.” I brush her cheek with my knuckles, my rough rose flashing against her flawless, pale skin. “Like a fucking dream, sweetheart.”
Her gaze flicks up. The yearning there turns my heart upside down.
I stare at her while the knot of pleasure spins tighter and tighter inside me.
Two more thrusts and it snaps. I come in her mouth, pleasure so rich and sweet coursing through me while my fingers stay woven in her hair.
Panting, I try to regain control of my limbs so I can pull her up and tuck myself away.
When I do, we’re both still breathing hard.
She wraps her arms around my waist and buries her face in my shoulder.
I caress down her silky hair. “That was incredible.”
She laughs softly. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
That she would choose me makes this even more surreal. I kiss her gently on the side of her head, my lips trembling with a sudden rush of emotion.
Before I can figure out what to say to keep this light, approaching footsteps startle us apart. It’s Linnea’s friend, her eyes tense. “Pete just got thrown out. We need to go.”
Linnea rushes to meet her friend, giving me a quick glance over her shoulder. Her pretty blue eyes shine and her lips curve into a shy smile. “Bye,” she says, but her word gets swallowed by the music.