When I push through the curtain and step into the room, my eyes lock on his straight away, and my pulse kicks. He’s waiting for me.
My lips tug into a grin, and I keep my gaze on him as I approach the bar. Despite my heart damn near beating out of my chest with nerves, when I reach him, I grip the back of his neck and pull him in for a demanding kiss that setsevery nerve ending in my body alight. He tastes like whiskey and sin, and I can’t get enough.
“Mm,” he hums, licking his lips when I pull away. “You came.”
“Not yet.”
Heat flares in his eyes when I hold up the keycard.
Before I can back out, I take his hand and pull him through the crowd to the bouncer who’s manning a roped-off corridor. He nods when I hold up the card, then lifts the rope for us to pass.
The music is softer here, but neither of us says a word as we search the numbers on the doors. Although there are rooms that accommodate every taste and kink, all built with different purposes in mind, I selected one of the basic private rooms.
When we find our room near the end of the corridor, I swipe the card through the keypad. It beeps softly, and though it causes my heart to race, I push open the door.
The room is simple, with a king-size bed swathed in black silk sheets in the centre, a small lounge area in one corner, and an open waterfall shower in another. Soft music plays in the background to set the mood, but it does little to ease the weirdness of being in a sex club.
I wander over to the cupboard beside the shower to explore. It’s full of towels, bottles of lube, condoms, and sex toys. I guess they think of everything.
My Romeo’s body presses into me from behind, his strong arm snaking around my waist as he presses a wet kiss to the back of my neck. “There’s no rush,” he murmurs in my ear, his warm breath dancing over my skin, eliciting goosebumps in its wake.
I close my eyes as I lean into him, a shiver ripping down my spine.
Keeping my back pressed against him, I circle my armaround his neck and turn my head to find his lips. The kiss is soft and sensual at first, a simple exploration, but it gets hotter when his tongue slides into my mouth.
My cock swells and throbs in the confines of my jeans, but he’s right, there’s no rush.
He breaks our kiss and leads me to the bed, kicking off his shoes before lying on his side, his head propped up by his arm. I bite down on my bottom lip as I run my eyes over his muscular body, ogling his blue jeans and tight white t-shirt. His lips turn into a lazy smile, and he crooks his finger at me.
I slip off my own shoes and climb onto the bed, settling on my side facing him.
He reaches out and drags his fingers over my bicep.
“Have you done this before?”
My brow furrows, unsure of what he means. Have I had sex with a guy? This isn’t my first rodeo.
“Rented a room at Euphoria,” he explains when I don’t answer.
I shake my head. “No. You?”
He shakes his head.
“But you’ve—” I clear my throat, unsure how to finish my question.
“Been with men?” he finishes, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Yeah, I have.”
I nod. “Me, too.”
Man. Singular.
He runs his palm over my pecs, then trails it down by body until he’s cupping me through my jeans. Leaning in, he presses his lips to the sensitive skin below my ear. “I’ve been thinking about what that piercing will feel like.”
“Yeah?” I breathe, bucking into his hand as he rubs me.
“Mmhmm. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking aboutyou.” Gripping his shirt, I pull him into my body, crushing my lips to his.
