“You’re a tease, baby.”
“Let's go!” Jamie calls from the front of the flat and I groan, rolling my head on Darius’s shoulder. He slips his hand into mine, then leads me out of the room, stopping only for his coat. And then we’re off to Central London to dance and party and revel in being young and in love.
Chapter 34
Darius
Discreetly passing the bouncer a few hundred quid, we slip inside without having to wait in the line that snakes down the pavement and around the corner of the converted warehouse. The first thing that hits me is the heat. It crawls over my skin like steam off the pavement, a contrast to the cold we stepped in from. We leave our coats in the coat check, then head deeper into the belly of the nightclub.
Remixed drum and bass tracks shake the bones of the building, the beat rolling through me, stirring excitement in my blood. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, hidden beneath expensive colognes and sickly sweet drinks.
Oliver’s hand in mine is hot, his grip firm. He looks at me and grins, purple lights catching in his bleach blond hair.
The four of us head to the bar, bodies pressing in as we move through the crowd. To our right, there’s a step down to a dance floor heaving with people moving as one, like a wave rolling on the ocean. Lost to the freedom of the music. Limbs linked, eyesclosed, smiles on their faces. I shake my body to the rhythm while we wait for our drinks, eager to drag Oliver into the fray with me.
We finally make it to the bar, order a round, then move off to the area furthest from the dance floor where there’s an array of high top tables under low lighting. We huddle around a free one, trying but failing to make small talk over the music. Caiden and Jamie turn to face each other, Jamie pulling his boyfriend into his hold, his palm splayed over the naked skin on Caiden’s back, where his top is cropped short. They lean in close, lips brushing and I look away, to give them the illusion of privacy.
Oliver has his back to the table, looking out towards the sea of bodies swaying on the dance floor. Moving to stand in front of him, I steal back his attention, his dark eyes dropping to my gloss covered lips. I lick them, loving the way his nostrils flare, and then he’s dipping his head, his tongue flicking out to follow the movement of mine, making me shiver. His hand closes over my cheek and he kisses me harder, and I fist the fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.
“Dance with me?” I ask when I break the kiss, bringing my lips to his ear. Oliver nods, grips my hand in his and leads the way, weaving us towards the dance floor. A group of guys, shirts off, skin slick, smiles wide, part to let us through. One leans in to say something to me, his breath sweet like candy, his hand on my shoulder. The encounter is fleeting, Oliver tugging me to his side, a possessive hand wrapping around my waist and a lethal look aimed at the guy.
We eventually find a space, turning in to each other and closing ourselves off from everyone else. Oliver slips his hands beneath the mesh of my vest, palms gliding over skin, stopping at the elastic of the harness hugging my chest. I hold on to his hips, moving my body to the beat. Oliver doesn’t speak, juststares at me, mapping my body with his hands, before he drops his lips to my ear.
“You’re the sexiest man in here. I can’t believe you’re mine.” He kisses the stretch of skin on the side of my neck, then drops his hands to my side, turning me so that my back is to his chest.
And then we dance.
Our bodies close, Oliver’s lips on my neck, his hands exploring, setting me on fire with the drag of skin on skin. I rotate my hips, and he grips me tighter, letting me feel his growing hardness. Sweat covers my skin, and I rip off my vest, tucking it into the side of my shorts. Oliver growls, vibrations rumbling from his chest, mixing with the pulse of the music. High energy tracks pound through speakers like a second heartbeat.
There’s an intoxicating mix in my blood – adrenaline, alcohol, lust. It courses through me, controlling the movements of my body as I grind against my boyfriend. Both of us lost to the music, to the moment, oblivious to the bodies around us.
Turning so that I’m facing Ollie, I capture his lips, kissing him deeply while undoing the buttons on his shirt, until our chests meet, skin on skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Electricity pulses between us. Alive and real. Oliver slides a hand down the back of my shorts, toying with the string of my thong, holding me close.
My cock throbs, painfully hard, and I rub it against Oliver’s thigh under the guise of chasing the beat. His fingers dig into my skin, painful but thrilling.
“You okay, there, baby?” he rasps in my ear, moving his hips to increase the friction, making me groan. “You’re so fucking tempting. I’m torn between dragging you to some back room to fuck you, or making you lose it right here.”
My body shudders at the thought of both options. I never knew I could be so turned on at the idea of fooling around where people could catch us, not until that night in my penthouse, withthe whole of London outside my window. There’s something about Oliver that makes me want him to take me apart for all to witness, so that they can see who he belongs to. Who I belong to.
The thought makes my pulse race, and I swivel my hips, chasing pleasure only he can give me.
“Hmm, right here, then,” he mumbles. “Going to dirty those pretty shorts for me, baby?”
I close my eyes and let myselffeel.
The music in my ears. The desire in my blood. Oliver.
I let it all wash over me, leading me closer to the edge I am so eager to fly from. Oliver’s hand snakes between us, his lips connecting with mine, and then he’s dipping in past the waistband of my shorts, a rough hot palm encircling my shaft. I hiss at the touch, but he swallows the sound, kissing me with the same fierceness he uses to jack me off. My lungs scream for oxygen, my body nothing but liquid heat as I chase and chase and chase. Oliver pulls his mouth off mine and I suck in the humid air, gasping as I rest my head on his chest.
“You’re so hot. Your dick is throbbing,” Oliver whispers. “So many people watching. But you like that, don’t you? Show them what I do to you, baby.” He twists his hand and I don’t topple over the edge. I fucking fly. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let Oliver take my weight as I come, wetting his hand and my shorts. I’m breathless and unsteady, my legs shaking, but he doesn’t let me fall. He never would.
Tipping my chin up, I watch as he licks the remnants of my release from his hand, a sly smirk settling on his face.
“You know,” he says, warm breath on the shell of my ear. “There are clubs we can go to where I can actually fuck you while people watch.” I swallow hard, something hot and delicious curling in my belly.
We’re doing that. Definitely.
Jamie and Caiden join us a little later and the four of us dance and drink until last call, then we stumble out into the crisp London morning, dawn not far away. Saying our goodbyes, I hug my best friend and his boyfriend, my heart growing in the tight space of my chest, when Caiden pulls Ollie in for a hug, too. I smile at our little family. Not the one we were born into, but the one we chose, and the one that chose us.
