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.
The hand on my ass moves to slip between us, and I panic for a second, knowing exactly where this is going. Embarrassed by what he is going to find. But the feeling is fleeting as I remember my mantra from earlier tonight. I can enjoy myself as much as I want. Just because Chase chastised me for my wants doesn’t mean that I was in the wrong—he was.
With my leg looped around him, the slit in my skirt has risen significantly. He rests his hand on my thigh for a second, giving it a small squeeze, and I tighten my arms around his neck. Then his hand dips between our bodies, and with his whole hand, he cups my heat, squeezing it so the palm of his hand grinds my clit. I’m so ready, so strung up, that the one movement causes my whole body to spasm.
“Fuck.”
The word leaves my mouth without me even registering it.
“Can I?” His voice is low, his fingers grazing back and forth against the damp fabric.
I nod my head frantically, and then I remember the last time we were in this position.
“Yes. Please, yes.” The words leave me like a supplication.
His chest shakes with a small chuckle. I preen at the compliment, all the while he swiftly moves my thong to the side.
He doesn’t push in right away. Instead, he lets his fingers glaze against my slick pussy, coating himself in my potent arousal. I hear him groan under the music right before he slips two fingers inside me. Desire pools in my stomach at the feel of him filling me. It builds as he moves his fingers inside me, alternating between curling and scissoring. The hand supporting my back moves to my ass so he can hike me higher, plunging me deeper on his fingers, pulling me flush against his body. I moan at the new position, his fingers hitting me at just the right spot, my orgasm building faster than the beat around us. My eyes flutter shut.
“I’m so fucking hard for you, Stevie.”
My mind flickers to Aleks for some reason. The words bring me back to the other week. It’s almost a sense of déjà vu. But my body ignores the confusion. Instead, it replaces Blade with Aleks’ hot gaze. The memories take over, and I find myself grinding even harder against Blade’s palm. Desperate for release. He picks up his pace then. Using the bass of the music to rub my clit in time with it.
“Come for me.”
My eyes pop open at the command.
Everything blends together.
The neon lights. The bass. His mask. His hot skin. My orgasm.
He pinches my clit, that same damn motion that got me last time, and I fall.
The world drops under me. My eyes roll back, and my mouth opens in a silent scream as my release tumbles out of me. The orgasm shuts my body down while pure pleasure races through my veins. My legs turn numb, and Blade quickly shifts the hand coated in my arousal to grab my leg as it begins to slip. I feel my slickness on the back of my thigh as he grips it tight.
“Want to move this elsewhere?”
I’m still swimming in my post-orgasm haze, but I still manage to get some words out.
“I would love to.”
“Can you stand?”