It’s hard to see more than a couple of feet in front of me in here; I want our club to be packed every night, but not like this. Not to the point that it’s hard for our guests to move or enjoy themselves.
I feel hands on either side of my hips, grabbing onto my belt, and turn around to find their source. I’m met with dark, pin-straight hair and those fucking green eyes, a wicked smile playing at the full lips that sit below them.
“Hey stranger!” Noelle shouts, lifting herself onto her toes to try and reach my ear.
The arm holding the bottle of tequila finds its way around her waist, pulling her close to me, and I bend down to her level. “You followin’ me, Sugar?”
“Call it fate!” She yells back.
I’ll call it something, alright.
She plucks the plastic cup from my hand and takes a sip, wincing as she swallows down the tequila inside, and a sideways grin crosses my face watching her.
I take her free hand with mine, holding the two over her head, and she turns so that her back is facing me, bringing her ass to meet my lap while she moves her hips to the music.Her little sequin top is only barely held together by a thin string tied at her back, showing off her deep tan lines.
Bringing our hands back down over front of her, I snake them around her waist and angle down to bite her neck. She smells like vanilla and something else I can’t quite place; I’ve never been good with smells. I just know she smells damn near as good as she tastes.
My hand trails from her waist up toward her throat, wrapping firmly around it. I may not be able to hear it, but I canfeelher moan at the contact, and fire pours down my spine. I force her head backward and look down at her, our eyes locked on each other while I bring the bottle of tequila above her head and pour it into her mouth.
She swallows it down, this time keeping a relatively straight face, and she opens her mouth again, waiting for another shot. I pull the bottle to my own mouth with a smirk, pouring the liquor inside, then angle my head over Noelle’s.
I give her a quick wink before letting the liquid pour from my own mouth into hers, spitting the shit down her throat. As she happily drinks it down, she turns to me, lifting herself up on her toes again, and I bend down to listen to her. “Catch me if you can, giant!” She yells into my ear, slapping her palm against my cheek.
And then she fucking bolts.
THREE
Noelle
It’s hard to navigate through the crowd around us, but I make it work, pushing my way past some people and slipping between others like a plane maneuvering between two landmarks that are just a little too close to each other.
I don’t look behind me while I run, but I can still feel Eric hot on my tail. There’s something powerful about him; just talking to him, he seems like a nice enough guy – maybe a little bit ditzy, but still nice. He radiates a strong, powerful energy, though, that sends a shiver down my spine.
In life, I’m not a weak person. I’ve built up a thick skin and I like to think that I wear it well.
But right now? Right now, I want this big, strong man to catch me and tear me apart, piece by piece.
I duck and weave through the club until I reach the exit, and I check on either side of me to determine which direction will be the best to choose, opting for the left near the alley next to the club. I know that I should probably be worried that no one seems to care that I’m obviously running from something, but I’m too busy being glad that no one is interrupting our game.
The alleyway is empty, aside from a few large dumpsters and some discarded furniture, which I toss behind me as a blockade, but it doesn’t stop Eric.
I hear him growl from behind me and I look over my shoulder to see him vault over a downed chair as if it takes him no effort. White hot lava pools between my legs at the sight of him. The look on his face is feral; locked in on his target and ready to pounce at any second. The thought of him catching me sends my clit throbbing and forces me to work even harder to focus on my goal of simulated escape.
I feel him before I see him as my body is slammed forward against a wall, and I let out a whimper in response. Eric’s body presses hard against my back, holding me in place, and I can feel his chest heaving with every breath that he takes.
“You got a safe word, Sugar?”
I shake my head.
“Make one.”
“Red,” I breathe, squirming beneath his touch.
My forearms brace against the stucco wall while he works quickly to get my shorts off, yanking them down to my ankles, and judging by the clinking metal sounds of a belt buckle, his pants drop seconds after. His foot comes between mine to kick them apart, and I let him, my chest heaving with the anticipation.
He gives me every inch of his cock with no warning; he’s big and thick and he fills me up in a way that makes me see stars. His fist balls in my hair as he enters me, and he yanks my head backward, forcing me to look at him; the two sensations combine to make me yelp.
With my head pulled back, I watch his face while he fucks me; focused, hungry. I don’t care about the stucco digging into my skin, even though I think that it’s cutting me. I’m completely drowned in his eyes, such a pale blue they could be silver; and the cologne of spice and wood fills my nose, overloading my senses. He smells rugged, strong.
