Taking my glass from me, and along with hers, she dumps them on someone else’s table before grabbing my wrist. She drags me onto the dance floor to the heavy beat of the music.
I have no idea what’s playing as I’m so out of date with music. I’m partial to Il Divo, but whatever is on, is really good and has a good rhythm to it.
The crush of bodies surrounding us helps me shake loose any lingering thoughts of Ramon and Eric.
I raise my arms into the air, close my eyes, and throw my head back as I let the music overtake me. I let it caress over my skin as I move to the beat.
Not sure how many songs I’ve lost myself in, I freeze when I feel hands on my hips. My eyes snap open and I’m captured in the angry glare of one of the men I’m trying to get out of my head…Eric.
He drags me closer to his body, slipping a leg between mine. My dress creeps up but stays covering my ass, where his large hands clamp down on each cheek.
I grab hold of his shoulders for balance, and so I don’t end up a puddle at his feet.
The music has my blood flowing, but being so close to an aroused Eric is causing the blood in my veins to overheat—and aroused he is.
There’s no mistaking the length of his cock throbbing against my hip as he rubs against me as we dance.
I’ve never danced with anyone the way I am with Eric. His hands keep me riding his thigh, and my fingers twitch to reach down to grasp his hard dick. Instead, I slide my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and bring my chest flush with his.
My nipples are hard, aching tips, which he’ll feel now that I’m rubbing against him. I’ve never been so aroused while dancing before, and Eric has me ready to orgasm.
With each movement our groins rub together, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Eric could feel my wetness through his jeans as my * rides him. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and something tells me sex with Eric will be like nothing I’ve experienced before.
What am I thinking—contemplating?
I pull my chest away from him and try to bring much needed space between us, but one look into his eyes stops me from going anywhere. It’s a look I’ve never seen reflected at me before, and I’m not sure I’m strong enough to walk away.
Eric brings me back against him, and growls into my ear, “I’ve tried keeping my hands off you.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
I gasp in pleasure as my arousal floods my thong.
“I’ve been watching you since you started dancing. You were so lost in your own world that I couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like having you dancing on my cock.”
He shouldn’t be talking to me like this. Like he wants nothing more than to find a dark corner to fuck me. Ugh—that image. I try to close my legs, forgetting his leg is between mine. I see his knowing smile when he feels me clamping down against him.
“Let me take care of you.” He rubs his chest against the twin peaks of my breasts and it sends sparks of electricity through me.
I can’t pretend that I don’t want him when the evidence speaks for itself. It’s been a few years since I last had sex, and I’m not that far gone that I don’t realize tonight with Eric would be a one-time deal.
The sensuous feel of having a virile male body, hot and hard against mine, is playing with my common sense because I want to say yes. I want to go someplace with Eric and let him fuck me senseless. Something tells me he fucks as he goes about his daily business—full speed.
Feeling my back hit a wall, and Eric’s hands sliding up my thighs as he wraps my legs around his waist, I stop thinking and go with the flow.
His large cock feels so good against my * that I don’t even mind having my dress around my waist.
I reach up and pull his head down to mine. As his lips join with mine, a whole lot of fireworks explode behind my closed eyes. They snap open and stare into his passion hazed ones. I’m unable to look away as I feel him with my entire body. With the grinding on his dick that I’ve been doing, my thong has been pushed between my folds. All I want is for him to open his jeans and impale me to finish what he’s started.
It won’t take much to send me into complete bliss. I just don’t know how to ask for what I want. What I shouldn’t want, but can’t get out of my head.
Groaning, I search out his tongue and suck, hard, pulling it into my own mouth. He hoists me further up the wall, and then I feel his fingers, searching, and finding...and then I come back to my senses.
Ramon.
I can’t do this. He’s never said we’re an item and now I’m sure there’s nothing more than friendship between us, but seconds from having sex in Kenza, I realize that this isn’t me.
Eric slowly starts to realize I’m no longer taking part and, breathing heavily, his eyes lift to mine. Before his mask slips back into place, hurt flickers in his green eyes.