I'm dancing before I even realize it, my body moving of its own accord. The music takes over, and I'm fucking gone. This is why I love Chaos Theory. Their music crawls inside you, makes you feel like you're being torn apart and put back together all at once.
The pit churns around us, bodies slamming into each other, but Ramsey creates this bubble of space. His height and build and the don't-fuck-with-me energy he radiates keeps most people at a distance.
The music shifts to "Midnight Confessions," their most sexual track, and the crowd goes absolutely feral. Daymon's voice drops to a growl as he sings about tasting sin on someone's lips.
I lose myself completely, my body rolling with the beat. Without thinking, I press back against Ramsey, my ass connecting with his hips. His grip tightens instantly, but he doesn't push me away. I turn to face Ramsey instead of the stage now, dancing just for him.
His eyes widen slightly, the muscle in his jaw jumping as I move. The sliced sides of my shirt are sticking to my skin with sweat, and I know he can feel it with the way he’s gripping me.
Feeling bold, I step closer, slipping between his thick legs and pushing my body against him. I press my thigh right against his crotch and roll my hips, feeling the unmistakable hardness growing there. The friction of his jean-covered leg against my fishnets sends electricity straight to my core. I'm soaked, and the rough denimagainst my pussy through the thin mesh is almost too much.
His eyes go midnight dark, pupils blown wide. For a second, I think he's going to push me away—set those boundaries he's always so careful about. Instead, his hands slide down to my hips and grip hard enough to bruise.
I roll against him again, feeling his cock stiffen even more against my thigh. The music throbs around us, but all I can focus on is the heat between us, the way his fingers dig into my skin.
Ramsey bends down suddenly, his mouth right against my ear. His teeth scrape against my earlobe before he bites down—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp.
"Reese," he growls, my name like a filthy promise in his mouth.
Chapter 21
Ramsey
Something snaps in me when I feel her grind against my cock. Fuck restraint. Fuck being careful. Fuck every goddamn boundary I've tried to keep between us.
I grab her wrist and pull her deeper into the darkness at the back of the pit where the shadows swallow everything. The music pounds through my veins like a drug, but it's nothing compared to the rush of having Reese's ass pressed against my dick, the heat of her body seeping through our clothes.
"Rams, what—" she starts, but I spin her around so her back is to my front again, one arm banded across her stomach, holding her tight against me.
"You feel that?" I growl into her ear, grinding my cock against her ass. "That's what you fucking do to me. Every. Single. Day."
She whimpers, her head falling back against my chest.The crowd roars around us, but we might as well be alone for all I care.
"I've wanted to fuck you since I was nineteen years old," I confess, my lips brushing her ear. "Wanted to bend you over and make you scream my name. Wanted to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."
Her breath hitches, and I feel goosebumps rise on her skin where my hand slides under the torn edge of her shirt. My fingers trace down her side to the hem of her skirt, then lower to caress her thigh just above where her fishnets end.
"You have no idea the shit I think about doing to you," I continue, drunk on the way she trembles against me. "How I want to taste your pussy, lick you until you're crying. How I want to fuck you so hard you can't walk straight the next day."
"Jesus, Rams," she gasps, pressing her ass harder against my cock.
I slide my hand higher under her skirt, my fingers brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. "Tell me to stop," I challenge her, knowing damn well I'll fucking die if she does.
Instead, she reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp sting. "Don't you fucking dare stop."
That's all I need. My hand moves higher, finding the damp spot where her fishnets meet her panties. I trace my finger over the wet fabric, feeling her heat through the thin material.
"Already soaked for me," I groan, my mouth at her necknow, teeth scraping against her pulse. "Such a dirty girl, getting wet in the middle of a fucking concert."
Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more pressure. I oblige, rubbing harder circles against her clit through her panties. With my other hand, I reach up to cup her breast, squeezing roughly through her shirt.
"I'm gonna make you come right here," I promise, voice rough with need. "With all these people around. I’m going to be the first and only fucking one to make you orgasm, you got that, baby girl?"
She nods frantically, pressing herself harder against me. "Please, Rams. Please."
The way she begs goes straight to my cock. I hook my finger into the fishnets, feeling the mesh stretch against my knuckle. With one sharp tug, I tear a hole right through them, the ripping sound lost in the thundering bass. Her gasp vibrates against my chest.
"Fucking ruined," I growl, running my finger along the newly exposed skin. "Just like I'm gonna ruin you."
