We move together like that to the music, and I’m unsure of myself at first. I’ve never really danced with a total stranger like this before. I’ve danced with guys at clubs of course, but my girlfriends were always with me, and it was always something like a joke.
But this is totally different. My girlfriends are nowhere to be seen and I’m disobeying my family to be out with this man. He’s much older than me, and I know exactly what he wants from me. Gavin hasn’t tried at all to hide his intentions.
That sends a serious thrill up my spine. I’ve never been with a man as forward as Gavin before. Hell, I’ve never been with a real man before, period.
He’s a good dancer, and quickly I forget about my reservations. The crowd is lively and the dance floor is packed, but neither of us seems to really care. Soon it becomes just about me and him, like we’re totally alone in this mass of writhing and dancing bodies.
I feel so good. I didn’t know I could feel this good. One song blends seamlessly into another, and we keep dancing, our bodies staying close. I’m smiling, and sweating, and so is he, but neither of us care.
All that matters is the beat, his rough hands on my hips. His lips get close to my cheek, my neck, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin. It only makes my body that much more excited as I slide along his leg, moving my hips to the beat.
I forget everything. I forget about my parents, about Milo, about my brothers. I forget who I am and pretend to be just another girl in this crowd, dancing with her man, and I feel better than I could have imagined.
I don’t know how long we’re out there. An hour at least, maybe two, maybe the whole damn night. We take one break to get a drink of water and a little champagne, joking and flirting as we sit in our private little booth, but he quickly leads me back out onto the dance floor for more.
The lights stay dark after a while, and soon the music slows down a little bit. Gavin grins at me, squeezing my hand, pulling my body tight against his.
I can feel his hard cock through his pants and that only sends a thrill through me. I’m dripping wet and have been for a while now. Dancing with him is the most sensual and passionate thing I’ve ever experienced before. We’re practically fucking on this dance floor, surrounded by other people, and for some reason that ignites me, makes me go crazy.
He squeezes my ass and smirks at me. “Glad you came?” he asks in my ear as we sway together.
“Yes,” I admit, blushing a little bit.
“I knew you would be.”
And then he tips my chin toward him and kisses me.
I kiss him back with an intensity that actually surprises me. I knew that I wanted him, but I had no clue how badly. Now though, as we finally kiss, his lips against mine, his taste in my mouth, I realize that it’s absolutely overwhelming. I’m risking so damn much to be with this man right now, risking so much for this kiss, and it’s undeniably worth it.
He breaks off the kiss after a moment and I see something in his eyes. It’s desire, pure and simple, and I know I’m looking at him the same way.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand. He pulls me away from the dance floor and I follow him back toward the bathrooms.
It’s a co-ed bathroom, the kind with a shared sink and mirror but big stalls that anybody can use. He cuts the line, ignoring people’s complaints, and shoves me into the next empty stall, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.
I press myself up against the wall. “Classy,” I say.
He smirks at me. “You’re too nice,” he says. “A little rich girl. Never been fucked before in a club bathroom, have you?”
I bite my lip. I’ve never been fucked before, period. “No,” I say, not wanting to tell him the full truth.
“Didn’t think so.” He tips my chin up toward him. “I want to dirty you up, Sadie girl,” he whispers. “Make you experience things. Feel things. You’ve lived in a bubble for way too long.”
I can feel a fire rocking through me as he kisses me again hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and suddenly I don’t care that we’re in some bathroom, locked in a stall with other people all around us. I don’t care about any of that.
His hands run up my thighs, sending chills down my spine as he unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down over my hips. He pulls back to look at me and groans.
“You wore them,” he says.
I nod, smiling at him. “I thought you sent them to me for a reason.”
He grabs my hair, tipping my head back. “You’re such a good girl,” he says, and he slides his hand down the front of my panties. His fingers find my swollen and wet clit as he presses against it firmly. “God damn, you’re soaking wet, too.”