This wasn’t supposed to happen.
When I decided to dance with her, I expected clarity. I expected confirmation that I was gay, and my crush on her was something fleeting. That I was only intrigued because of her newness, and that once I got comfortable with her, the feelings would disappear.
However, my semi-hard cock and the urge to let my hands wander begged to differ.
I was enjoying myself way more than I should have been.
Fuck.
I wanted to run my fingers over the soft flesh of her stomach and let my lips dance up the column of her neck. I wanted to press my body against hers until no space remained. To letmyself feel the connection and affection I’d been so desperate for. Things that Night couldn’t—wouldn’t—give.
Arina had officially awakened something in me, and the longer she was pressed up against me, the clearer it became.
I was attracted to her.
More than that, Ilikedher.
The way she listened when I spoke and initiated conversations. The way she wanted to spend time with me. The way she looked at me instead of through me…
All of it hit me like a freight train, opening my eyes to things I didn’t realize I’d been missing. But it also presented more questions, more problems.
How could I possibly admit how I felt? From the little I knew, she’d been through hell before she found the sideshow. She wasn’t in a place to foster feelings for someone, and there was no telling if she even liked me. She was tipsy and enjoying herself, and I was a safe male for her to be vulnerable with. All of this, her dancing against me and grabbing my hands to keep her balance, was probably just fun.
Besides, I was technically already sleeping with someone. Night and I weren’t actually dating, but things were complicated. I was hardly in a place to pursue anyone.
Unless she’s into sharing…
I nearly laughed at the thought and shoved it down. I was getting ahead of myself.
For now, all I wanted to focus on was losing myself to the music and admiring how she responded to my touch. We could figure out everything else later. She might not even speak of tonight again, and that would be alright too.
The song switched to something slower and more sensual, and Arina’s movements changed in turn. She rolled her hips to the beat, pressing her ass back against me more firmly, and mycock throbbed. Typically, I did the teasing, performing for Night at every one of his whims, not the other way around.
He was never tender and rarely took his time.
He demanded and took what he wanted.
I could tell that Arina was different. She enjoyed the dance, the tease, the chase. She’d take her time, work me up, and I’d do the same for her.
Did I know what that entailed? Not in the slightest.
But for her, I’d learn.
For her….
A groan rolled up my throat, and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. The delicious thoughts of her taking over my mind had my hands dipping beneath the material of her shirt. My fingers trailed over her impossibly soft skin, teasing the top of her pants, and my cock throbbed again. I could feel the warmth of precum soaking into my boxers, but I didn’t care.
She could rub against me until I came all over myself, and I still wouldn’t be bothered.
As long as this moment didn’t end.
I dipped my head lower, brushing the tip of my nose against her neck, and felt her shudder against me. She was so responsive to my touch. I could only imagine what she would do if I took one of her nipples between my teeth, if I sank between her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groaned, grabbing her hips a little harder and guiding her movements.
My cock was fully hard now, straining against the front of my pants, desperate for more friction. I’d no doubt be jerking it later, imagining Arina’s body all over mine. Imagining what her hands would feel like on my cock. What her mouth would feel like…
I brushed my lips along the pale skin of her neck, knowing I was playing with fire. I was toeing the line, seconds away from risking everything, but the way she consumed my mind was toointense to ignore. I wanted her, more of her, regardless of us being surrounded by dozens of people in the club.
