He stares back. Standing close. Not touching. But desire hangs between us like a clap of lightning.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I say.
“Here?”
“Yes. With your music. Your crowd. Your fingers.”
He groans, dripping sex, and taps his phone, giving me a deep, sultry vibe. He grabs my hips, guiding me to stand in front of the deck, my back against him. He slips the headphones over my head, leaving one ear uncovered, and brushes his lips against it. “Cue up the next track.”
I place the twelve-inch record onto the turntable.
“You know what to do,” he murmurs, sliding one hand beneath my skirt.
I somehow steady myself to listen for the beat, drop the needle, and raise the knob on the fader to seamlessly blend in the song.
“Good girl,” he rasps, killing the lamp light and darkening the room. “Now open those gorgeous legs for me.”
The booth is glass, but the table is solid, covering us from the waist down. The eroticism of hiding in plain sight sets my lust on fire.
I widen my stance, our breaths catching. His fingers slide intomy drenched core. The vibrator rubs up against that pudendal nerve, carrying the sensation to my pussy and clit.
I grind against his cock, driving pressure in all the right places.
The door opens. Mortified, I freeze as I hear Lamont’s voice.
“Brought you some water, Dice.”
“Appreciate it,” he says, voice normal even as he resumes the push and withdrawal of his fingers. Slow, shallow thrusts that don’t disturb my skirt.
Already on the verge, I stifle a moan, the tension in my body ramping up to a fever pitch by another person’s presence inside the darkened booth, only lit by the console and strobe lights.
“Music’s slamming,” Lamont says, setting water bottles down on the other table. “I didn’t know you spin, Lot.”
“Umm… not really,” I stammer.
“She’s just being modest,” Dice says. “Lot knows how to spin real good.”
If I wasn’t so close to coming, I’d elbow him in the stomach, but my grip on the table is all I’m hanging on to. Lamont really needs to go.
“Would you like a drink, Lot?”
“No, thanks,” I say, swallowing hard.
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“Will do.” Dice’s thumb grazes my clit and I nearly lose it.
They exchange a few more words, but the rest of the conversation is lost beneath my looming orgasm. As soon as he’s gone, Dice plunges a third finger inside me.
The beat of the song climbs. The strobe lights streak across the room in brilliant colors. Bodies pulse just feet away, women looking up at him… at us. Dice circles my clit.
And.
I.
Break.
