It wasn’t a question, it was a request. His hand took mine and he pulled me — heart racing and body tingling — after him into the mass of grinding dancing people.
I gasped as he pulled me into him and let our bodies come together. Thudding music pulled us into the deep sway of the bass, and my whole body melted against his — shivering — as we started to dance.
“You know what?” Matthew purred into my ear, his muscled body rippling against mine as we swayed to the sexy beats. His hands slid up and down my sides, making me gasp a little and making that tingling electric feeling pulse deep in my core.
“I think I like you wild.”
“I’m not being all that wild,” I whispered back, swaying my hips and feeling sexier and sexier by the minute as this insanely gorgeous man pulled me tight against his body. I could feel his hard erection pulsing against my thigh — a lot of my thigh actually, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“You’re getting pretty close to a total stranger. That’s fairly wild.”
“You seem friendly enough to me,” I said with a small grin.
His eyes burned fiercely for a second as he leaned close.
“Maybe that’s just how I lure you in.”
I shivered, swallowing as his hands slipped around my waist, pulling me tight against him. I suppose I could have been scared, or put off. But instead, all I felt was alive.
Alive and very, very turned on.
“Well, it seems to be working then.”
Matthew ginned. “And what’s that?”
“You being charming to lure me in,” I said, my voice low. “Because you seem to have done just that.”
We were so close that if we weren’t wearing clothes, there’s a good chance he’d already be inside me — already thrusting deep and making me scream as I his thick cock filled me to the— I blinked quickly, shaking my head and pulling back from him just a little.
God, what was getting into me? This was not me at all. Not the club, not the skimpy dress, and certainly not dancing like this with a man I’d just met — however insanely hot he was.
“Well, I may have lured you in, but I think the wild streak is all you, even if it’s new for you.”
I wet my lips, eyeing him and trying to act cool.
“What makes you think me being wild is something new for me?”
“Everything,” he growled, pulling me tight to him in one quick yank.
I gasped, my hands dropping to his chest and feeling the coiled muscle beneath his crisp dress shirt. My pulse skipped, my breath caught.
My pussy throbbed, my thighs squeezing together.
“Maybe I lied. Maybe I get wild like this all the time,” I said flippantly, still trying to act like this was normal for me.
Matthew grinned, clearly not buying it, but maybe amused that I was keeping up this charade. He leaned in, and I shivered as I felt his breath on my neck.
“We’ll see,” he growled lowly before pulling away. His hips swayed, and I gasped as his leg moved between mine. He pulled me close, his hips still swaying as his thigh slowly spread mine, moving between them until my hot little pussy was right against his leg through his pants and my tiny dress.
He swayed to the music, and I let my eyes flutter shut as I felt his leg muscle flex right against me.
“I can get—” I gasped as his hand dropped to my ass, his strong fingers squeezing me possessively and pulling me tight against his thigh.
“I can get plenty wild.”
“That a fact?” he groaned into my ear, his cock throbbing hard against my thigh.
“Uh-huh,” I managed to tumble out, my whole body shivering, the last of my reservations falling around him.
“How wild?”
I gasped, loudly, and my eyes flew open at the second voice that suddenly growled into my ear. It was deep, and darkly edged and it sent something like fire blazing through my body deep into my core. Matthew held me tight, but I quickly darted my head around to suddenly lock gazes with the most intensely dark set of eyes I’d ever seen.
My body tightened, the blood pumping hotter.
He was gorgeous. Dark, longish hair, a squared, chiseled jaw, and a fierce, hungry look in those dark eyes. He towered above me — probably a few inches taller than Matthew even, and before I could say a word, he moved right against me. I shivered before I could help myself, the feel of his thick, muscled body pressing right against my back. His big hands immediately went to my waist, and as he pressed himself against me, I gasped as I felt something hard and huge press right against my ass.
I froze, my body absolutely melting between the two beautiful, muscled strangers, before suddenly, I snapped out of it.
“Um, I’m—” I shook my head, twisting to look up at this new dark stranger.
“I’m dancing with someone?”
Yeah, no shit.
I immediately cringed at what a stupid, obvious thing it was to say. But then, this guy had just walked right over and put his hands on me, despite the fact that I was clearly dancing extremely close with Matthew.
Matthew, who suddenly just chuckled.
“Julia, this is…”
“Van,” the big guy purred, his lips pulling back in this absolutely panty-melting smile as those dark eyes flashed at me. “Pleasure, Julia.”
“Van’s a friend, don’t worry.”
I smiled curiously to myself at that comment — ‘don’t worry about the guy who’s just come up and pressed his rock hard body against your ass while I’m doing the same to your front. He’s a friend.’
“Hi.”
Yeah, that’s me — the master of playing it cool, dropping smooth sexy lines like that when the two hottest guys I’ve ever seen decide to turn me into a sandwich.
The music thumped around us, and before I knew it, I was swaying to it along with both of them. There were no words, just this feeling of being one thing, moving to the beat. We moved even closer together, if that was even possible, and I felt myself getting hotter, and wetter, and feeling like I was drowning in the most perfect way as the two of them put their hands on me.
Matthew’s moved up my front, his thumbs teasing over one rib at a time as he pulled me in time to the music against his thigh. My dress started to push up high, and I knew I should care, but there in that dark sexy club, with them, I didn’t.
Not one bit.
I knew he could feel how wet I was as my bare panties rubbed against his thigh — God I was probably leaving a wet spot on his pants. But I honestly didn’t care. Not because I was drunk, or feeling inane, but more just that for some reason, I felt completely at ease with the two of them.
The two men I’d just met.
Crazy, I know.