“Don't be nervous,” he said, letting his lips brush the shell of my ear. Goosebumps darted down my neck, covering my arms as I felt the heat off his breath on my skin. “Just listen to the music, feel it, let it in.” Firm fingers traced my ribs, gripping my hips hard, and swaying me side to side.
He started to roll his body in ways I had never seen a guy move. His hips bucked as his hands greedily held onto my waist. Lifting my hands to his chest, I softly touched his rock hard pecs, floating them down his corded abs.
My insides started to electrify, veins scorching like they were filled with lava. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or if it was just this man that was affecting my body, but whatever it was it felt good. Too good to ignore, and too good to turn off.
I needed this, I wanted this. I wanted to feel free and excited, to lose my inhibitions for once. Let the world outside stay right where it was. This was for me.
Turning my back to him, I wrapped my arm around his neck, grinding my ass into his cock. Arching my back, I felt his thumbs as they ran down my spine, fingers digging into the curves of my hips.
The music beat in the background, there were people all around us, dancing and spinning. But right then, it felt like it was just the two of us. Everything around me was a blur, a mesh of faces mixed in blackness.
Rolling to the tones floating out of the speakers, my body was a wave. Sliding up and down, twisting and rocking, sweat trickled easily over my ribs. This man was making me go crazy, creating a fire that ignited fireworks across my brain.
The mysterious man ran his hands over my sides, just barely tracing the edges of my breasts. Every piece of me was screaming for him to touch me harder and firmer, longer and less controlled.
Keep going! Don't stop!
Whatever had come over me, I embraced it. I let it take over, I gave it permission to steal me away for the night.
Turning to face him, my fingers danced over his stomach, riding the stairway up to his throat. Driving my hands into his hair, I tugged him into my face. Our eyes connected and I did something I normally would never do. . . I kissed him.
Our lips pressed together, tongues wrapping wildly around each other. I didn't know his name, I didn't know a fucking thing about this man. And right then I didn't care. I felt alive, I felt dangerous, I felt everything I would normally shy away from.
Have you ever wanted to be that other person? The person who wasn't afraid to take a risk, or try something that might seem scary or wild?
We all have those thoughts, dreams of being the complete opposite of who we are. If you're shy, you want to be bold, if you're quiet, you want to be loud. There are millions of people in this world who at some point in their life wished that for once they could try on the other shoe.
So here I was, wearing a glass slipper and taking that step forward, not allowing myself to over think a damn thing. I didn't question his past, I didn't question his personality or if he regularly frequented bars looking for a fresh piece of ass.
Right then I just lived for the moment.
Adrenaline purged my veins, forcing any and all rational thoughts from my brain. All I saw was this man, all I saw were his muscles and beauty.
Pulling away, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered. “Come on, come with me.” Holding my hand, I let him lead me away.
I had no idea where we were going or what he was planning. And for the first time in my life that excited me.
My pussy was wet, soaking my thighs in silky bliss. My nipples had beaded, tight and hard, tingling with need. Right then my body was in charge, ready to feel him inside me, to let him have me, to allow him to give me goosebumps and make my knees weak.
Forcing his way through the crowd, he threw the bathroom door open, charging in with determination in his steps. “Get the hell out,” he barked at a guy who was at the urinal.
The man gave us a dirty look, zipping up his pants quickly and leaving us alone. My heart was racing as the door closed, dulling the music outside. It was just the two of us, hot and bothered, turning from human into horny animals.
I can't believe I'm doing this!
My stomach began to swarm with butterflies as my veins turned cold as ice, making me shiver. Droplets of sweat beaded up on the back of my neck, and my muscles began to tremble.
Is this really happening? Am I really doing this?
Pulling me in front of him, he stalked forward, forcing my back against the wall. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he scooped my face in his palms. Kissing me hard, I closed my eyes and went numb to everything that wasn't him.
This was an entirely new experience. There were no expectations, no reason to exchange numbers or talk about what we wanted in the future. This was all about sex, and the intense attraction that sparked between us.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he tasted so sweet, like honey and bourbon. Our breathing was heavy and ragged, coming out fast and hard as our mouths parted to take in air.
His fingers slid down my ribs and onto my ass, digging in with a firm grip. In one quick swoop, he lifted me off the floor, pushing his waist against my mound.
Curling my feet behind his back, I ground my hips against his belly. Holding on tight, I raked my fingers through his hair and clasped them around his neck.
