“I can’t! There are too many people. I’ll get stage fright and clam up.”
“That’s why I’m doing it with you. Just look at me. Or imagine everyone naked. Isn’t that what they say to do?”
She growls. “Not helping.”
The lights dim and Mike tests the microphone.
“One. Two. Hey, everybody! Welcome to Mickey’s Bar’s first karaoke night!”
Everyone at the bar and sitting at the tables holds their drinks up in the air and collectively cheers.
“Jordan, I’m going to throw up,” Douglass hisses as I pull her onto the stage.
“You were amazing.”
“It felt amazing.”
With groping hands, lips locked, and bodies pressed together, Douglass and I stumble sideways into the door that opens to the storage closet.
My conscience gets the better of me. “You sure about this?”
Douglass fists my shirt. “More than sure. I want us to make new memories to replace the old ones. Now, shut up, take me inside, and screw my brains out.”
I kiss her hard. “With fucking pleasure.”
As soon as the door gives way, she’s pushing me inside the dark, cramped closet. There’s a loud crash when my foot knocks something over, then a clang.
“I think a mop just attacked me.” Douglass giggles.
“Shit, sorry. Hold on.” I spin us around. “I think I see the—umph.”
Her back hits the solid wood and traps my hand.
More giggles.
“How the hell did we have sex in here?”
“Trust me. We managed just fine.”
My lips fumble to find hers, and I wind up kissing the side of her nose which makes her giggles turn into full-blown laughter.
The knot tying her shirt together is being difficult, but within seconds, I have it and her bra undone, and her gorgeous tits filling my hands. My thumbs swipe over her nipples until they bead into hard points.
She shudders in an intake of breath. “You’ll make me come.”
“That’s the plan.”
Douglass finds my face and guides my lips to hers, kissing me softly despite the violence of urgent desire thrumming between us.
“Take this off,” she says of my T-shirt, but I don’t have to do anything because her eager hands do it for me. She bunches it over my head and tosses it who knows where.
“Do you think they’ve noticed we snuck off?”
Douglass unzips her jeans, the sound creating a visual for me to see in the near pitch blackness of the room. My dick jerks excitedly, impatient to be inside her.
“I don’t care.” I devour her mouth, neck, any part of her my lips touch.
With her help, I’m quick to shed my jeans. Cupping underneath her right thigh, I lift it and hook her leg around my waist, opening her up to accept my first shallow thrust.
