When she returned with our drinks, Lydie put her phone away.
“Claire, did you see how many guys were staring at you?” she yelled.
“What?”
“She said,” I cut in, “there are a bunch of guys that want to tear that dress off you.”
“I didn’t notice them.”
The bass was heavy and loud, and the flashing lights were distracting. I knew I had to be constantly looking around or else risk us getting caught by surprise. It wasn’t like I could exactly hear anything.
“Let’s dance!” Lydie blurted out.
“Okay!” Claire said.
The girls were up and moving before I could react.
“Hold on,” I said, grabbing Claire’s wrist. “You can’t go anywhere without me.”
She gave me a little smirk. “Then you better come dance, big brother.”
I gaped at her for a second and then burst out laughing, a huge grin on my face. All it took was two drinks and a sexy dress to bring the feisty slut out in her. And I fucking liked it.
I followed the girls onto the dance floor, and instantly Claire began to grind up against me, her hips pressed against mine. Lydie found her own guy in no time flat, almost as if she were a magnet for single, horny douchebags.
But I didn’t give a shit about Lydie. In that moment, Claire was the only person in the world for me as our bodies pulsed together to the beat. My blood was on fire and my cock strained against my pants, rubbing against her thigh, but she didn’t seem to care. In fact, she moved her hips faster, her arms draped loosely around my neck, my hands on her hips.
The world fell away and I forgot about my duty as a bodyguard. I didn’t give a fuck about any of that. Claire was by far the sexiest girl in that club, and as soon as she had loosened up a little bit and stopped worrying about her clothes, she acted every bit as attractive as she looked.
I was ready to tear her to pieces, just like that first night. I wanted to lift her into the air and lower her slowly down onto my dick, let my cock sink balls deep into her. We danced for song after song, sweat building up on our bodies, and Lydie probably changed partners like ten times. Still, there was only Claire, our eyes locked together. It was like time stopped and we were the only people in the entire club.
Claire was unbelievable. Once she let loose, she was impossible to contain, and I couldn’t imagine wanting to. Every inch of her oozed dirty, rough sex as we danced together, alone surrounded by strangers. For us, there was only the pulse of the music and the promise of what our bodies could do together if we let go and took it.
Which was exactly where my mind was heading. I didn’t care about any of the excuses I’d thought up since that night. I didn’t care if she was a clingy virgin or my stepsister. None of that bullshit mattered; there was only my deep, instinctual, animal need to fuck, and to fuck this girl deep and hard. I wanted to come deep inside her soft little silk and make her pussy mine. I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name over and over.
My dick was practically ready to tear through my pants. We’d danced together to a bunch of songs, and by the time I came up for air, Lydie was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Lydie?” I yelled to Claire over the music. My heart was hammering in my chest and fear spiked through me. I channeled that fear into a calm, battle readiness. It was a technique they taught us SEALs, a way to harness all the terror we felt during battle into a Zen-like battle state.
“She’s at the bar,” Claire said, pointing.
I followed her gaze and saw Lydie sitting with two men, laughing.
I looked back at Claire and in my heightened state knew exactly what I wanted to do. I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me, heading back toward the bathrooms.
“What are you doing?” Claire yelled.
“Come on,” I grunted at her.
I’d never been surer of anything in my life as I followed the familiar route beyond the bathroom lines and back toward the emergency exit. Claire seemed to figure out where my mind was headed, and she quickly went from being dragged along to actively walking with me, giggling softly.
We pushed out into the night. The alley was mercifully empty as I pushed her roughly up against the brick wall.
“I knew you couldn’t help yourself,” she said, smiling.
“I’m going to punish you for that,” I said, pressing myself against her.
“Good.”
I kissed her then, our lips pressing together in a hungry embrace unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The physical flirtation of the dancing, plus the desire that’d been building up between us, was practically creating sparking electricity between us.
She tasted incredible as I ran my hands down her tight dress, feeling her body. She moaned into my mouth as I cupped her breasts, moving lower, heading toward her sweet pussy. I couldn’t wait, not a single second longer.