“Here? To the club?” she stammers. “How will we explain why you’re joining? Noor is the only one who knows we’re together.”
“You told her?” I can’t help but smile.
“Well, she caught us making out in the car.”
“Tell her to cover for us and say she invited me,” I suggest.
“Okay. But I’ll still have to keep my hands off you,” she groans. “Pretend I’m not dying to dance with you and kiss you.”
“We’ll sneak away to do all of it,” I promise. “Be a good girl until I get there.”
***
The queue for Club Pulse reaches till the end of the street when I arrive. Everyone is dying to party here on its opening night.
The owner turns out to be an acquaintance of Zain, who is Kian’s business partner at The Mirage. A call from him and I’m welcomed with fanfare, earning envious glares from the line of people behind the security rope.
The air inside is electric, charged with hedonistic and thrilling energy. The ground floor is occupied by the general partygoers and bar hoppers, while the VIP sections are spread out on the above floors.
A scan of the room points me to the staircase in the corner. A bulky bouncer stands next to the roped off area. I cut through the crowd and stalk in his direction. He lifts the rope once I gave him my name.
While climbing the stairs, I pull out my phone to text Arya that I’m here. She gave me directions to her booth on the call earlier. I step on the landing that narrows into a narrow hall. I’m halfway down when a hand lashes out and curls around my elbow.
I recognize the pink painted nails as they yank me into a supply closet. The door springs shut, locking us inside. A smirk tugs at my lips when my zealous angel backs me against the door with surprise strength.
“Wow!” Her hungry eyes roam down the length of my body. “You look so hot, Nathan.”
I palm her ass, pulling her closer. “That’s my line, angel.”
“Seriously… A leather jacket and denim jeans?” Her tongue runs along her lower lip while her hands slide beneath my jacket to rub over my abs. “Are you trying to kill me? I think I had a mini orgasm when I saw you near the dance floor.”
Fuck! My dick grows behind my jeans at her shameless confession. Fisting her curls the way I’ve been craving since I saw her picture, I tilt her face up to stare into her eyes. They are heavy-lidded with lust and a little drunken.
“Is that why you came running to corner me here?” I tease. “To check me out?”
“Obviously,” she sasses. “No way I would’ve been able to resist touching you had you come straight to the booth. I also wanted privacy to do this.”
Using my biceps as leverage, she stretches up on her heels and mashes her lips against mine. Licking the outline, she demands entry, which I happily give. I groan in pleasure as our tongues lock, laving and sucking at each other.
She kisses me with animalistic passion. All while her hands keep exploring my body, sliding underneath my shirt to scratch her nails down my chest. Marking me as her possession. I go feral at this side of her, kissing her harder.
“Do what you said, Nathan,” she rasps, tugging at my lip with her teeth. “Bend me over and fuck me. Use my pussy to sate your lust.”
“And let everyone see how beautiful you look after you come?” I growl. “That’s only for my eyes.”
“Then let me suck you off.”
“You’ll get my cum when I’m ready to give you.”
“One taste.” Her hand unzips my fly. “Please.”
She falls to her knees, kicking my resistance out the window. Pulling out my rock-hard dick, she swallows half of my length in one go.
My head thuds against the door as I inhale sharply at the hot and wet clutch of her mouth. She bobs it up and down on my shaft, running her tongue along the veins, and sucking loudly. Her enthusiasm and greediness are an aphrodisiac.
I allow myself two more pumps of her mouth before tugging her off my cock. “Enough, filthy girl. You’ve had more than one taste.”
Standing up, she whines, “I both love and hate it when you make me wait.”
