Scream For me

I laugh at her excitement and let her pull me to an empty table. We order a couple of cokes and sit back to people watch while we scout the place out. The sweaty mass of bodies on the dance floor look like they’re having a blast, and I feel myself wanting to join them. I’m usually too shy to jump up and dance, but when it’s this crowded and dark, I feel like I can just disappear into the crowd and let go.

Becca nudges my arm when two guys start walking towards us. They look to be about our age, both of them nice enough looking, but I don’t feel that jolt of lust that I’m looking for. I push the thought from my head, telling myself I’m being ridiculous. Becca gives a sexy laugh and immediately lays claim to the better looking of the two. I smile at the nervous looking one and nod a quick yes when he asks if I want to dance. All four of us head to the dance floor.

“I’m Bobby. What’s your name,” he asks, leaning down close so I can hear him over the music. It doesn’t send goosebumps over my skin or a shot of desire straight to my pussy. Instead, I notice that his cheeks are dotted with acne and he smells like he’s doused himself in cheap cologne.

“Madison,” I yell, scooting a bit further away, which is impossible with the mass of bodies around us.

I try to ignore Bobby and the way he’s eyeing me in my tiny dress and fuck-me heels, and instead I close my eyes and listen to the music, moving my body to the rhythm and forgetting about everything else. I raise my arms and move my hips, laughing from the sheer fucking joy of just letting go. All the worry and stress leave me, melting away with each beat of the music.

A hand gripping my waist has my eyes popping open in surprise. I look up and see Bobby giving me a lecherous look that immediately sets me on edge. He grips me tighter, roughly pawing at my body in a way that’s irritating the fuck out of me. When I try to squeeze away, I’m stopped by a wall of bodies grinding to the music. I’ve never been claustrophobic before, but I’m starting to get that way.

I look around, trying to find a way out, and that’s when movement catches my eye again. Looking up, I see the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen staring down at me. His dark blonde hair is long enough to make me wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through it, and his jaw looks like it’s chiseled from a block of fucking granite. His body is mainly in shadows, but what I can see is a set of broad shoulders that I’d very much like to latch onto. My nipples harden, visibly poking through my dress and my pussy is so wet it shocks the hell out of me.

Bobby’s wandering hands pull my attention away. I look down to swat at him, and by the time I look back up the mysterious man is gone. I’m more upset than I have any right to be. I mean, I don’t even know the guy, and, hell, he may not have even been looking at me. I feel ridiculous at how much it bothers me that I can’t see him anymore. I feel even more ridiculous at the instant reaction my body just had. I’ve been waiting forever for this, and now it’s over? I get five seconds of bliss and now the guy is probably out the door with his hot date. Just my fucking luck.

“Would you stop?” I yell at Bobby when he palms my ass.

“What?” he asks, scrunching up his face like he can’t comprehend the words that are coming out of my mouth.

He grinds against me, and I cringe at the way his erection is digging into my hip. I press my hands against his chest, and I’m all set to scream and knee him in the balls when my mysterious stranger appears behind him. He’s a lot bigger this close up. Every inch of him looks hard as steel, and he’s older than I thought. He’s got to be more than twice my age, and why the fuck does that turn me on so much? He looks at me with cold, gray eyes, eyeing the way I’m trying to get out of Bobby’s insistent grip. The way his eyes run over me has my heart racing and my pussy throbbing in my soaked panties. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but his gaze is so damn intense, like I’ve been laid bare and he can see every single thing about me.

He turns back to Bobby and grips his forearm tight enough to make Bobby gasp. I feel his hand being torn from my ass, and I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief now that I’m not being manhandled.

“Hey!” Bobby yells, but then he eyes the massive chest in front of him and hesitates. Mystery man leans close and says something to Bobby that I can’t hear, but I see the effect as Bobby’s face goes pale before he shakes his head and scurries away like a scared little rat.

I’m frozen in place, too horny to do anything except stare at the gorgeous man in front of me. He’s wearing a suit that looks expensive and sexy as fuck. Everything about him screams power and money, and when he turns those gray eyes on me, I try my best to not show how close my knees are to giving out.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He steps closer, his movements so damn sensual that it instantly makes me think of the name of the club. He moves like a damn lion, and I’m definitely the prey that’s wandered into his den. His eyes run over me, making it seem like a lover’s caress, and when he grips my hips in his large hands and starts to dance with me, I let out a soft moan and follow his lead.

His lips quirk up, giving me the barest hint of a smile when I rest my hands on his broad shoulders. He makes dancing feel like fucking in the most erotic way possible. It’s not the crass, uncoordinated humping that Bobby was doing. It’s seductive and smooth and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Keeping one hand on my hip, he slides his other up my back, trailing his fingers along my exposed skin, sending heat to every cell in my body until he’s cupping the back of my neck, wrapping his fingers around me in a tight grip that has me so fucking wet I can feel my juices on my inner thighs.

He leans down and presses his lips to my ear. “What’s your name?”