ROYAL ROCK(79)

It felt incredible, all endorphins and excitement and pleasure, as he worked to the music. I felt something hard between his legs press against my body, and I didn’t mind it. In the past I would have freaked out that a random guy was shoving his clearly-huge cock against me, but it only made my heart beat faster as we kept dancing. It made me feel sexy and excited all at once. I could tell I was losing myself and I loved it.

Soon, he spun me around, pulling my ass against his crotch, his hard cock shoved up against me. I worked my hips and shook my ass, dancing along with him. He kept the lead, keeping us to the beat, as his hands held my hips. I felt his breath on my neck and it was driving me wild. I couldn’t help but imagine what he was thinking, and what the people around us were thinking, and I loved it.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Normally I’d be too worried that someone would see me, maybe one of dad’s business associates. If he found out, he’d probably end up yelling at me for hours about how I embarrassed him and all that crap. I was such a good girl usually and always avoided embarrassing Dad, but tonight I didn’t care. None of that mattered to me at all; it was almost like it all existed in a dream.

The only thing I wanted was this incredibly handsome man. There was nothing else in the world but me and him and dancing, and the pleasure and excitement lancing through my body.

Suddenly, his strong hand slowly moved up my body, touching my breasts, and stopped at my chin. I stared into his eyes, my heart hammering in my chest, and suddenly I knew that I wanted it. I wanted him and I didn’t care if I wasn’t even sure what his name was. I didn’t care because for the first time in my life I felt excited and inspired. He tipped my chin back slightly, and our lips were suddenly pressed together. His soft, warm mouth kissed mine, and his tongue slipped between my teeth.

I completely lost myself right then and there. My panties were on fire, a soaking inferno of need and want. I’d never felt like this for a man before, let alone some total stranger. I didn’t even know his name. I’d never kissed someone without learning their name first, and yet there I was making out with him publically on the dance floor.

He suddenly moved away and began walking off toward the back of the club, tugging me along behind him. I followed, and I knew that I couldn’t do anything but follow. I wanted him and needed to see where things were going. It was a pure animal desire flooding me.

He walked past the VIP and I glanced up but didn’t see Lydie anywhere. We walked toward the back of the club where the bathrooms were. He parted through the crowd like they simply knew that he had to pass. Nobody bothered us, let alone stepped in our way. He ignored the lines and went through toward an unmarked door. He pushed it open and led us into a series of back rooms, obviously halls for the staff. Finally, there was a door with an “Exit” sign. He pushed through that and we were out in the cool beach air in the alley behind the club.

We were totally alone. I knew it was absolutely crazy to follow this guy out here. He could easily murder me or something like that, but I wasn’t afraid of him. Frankly, that worry only heightened my desire and excitement for him. Plus, something was telling me that he wasn’t dangerous.

“This is better,” he grunted, pressing me up against a wall.

“Are you this forward all the time?”

“Only with girls like you,” he said in my ear. “Only with girls that get me fucking rock hard on the dance floor.”

“I didn’t do that.”

“Sure you did. With that perfect fucking body.”

And then he was kissing me again, his hands grabbing my ass and pressing me up against his hard dick. I moaned slightly into his mouth and began to grind up against him, needing it so badly.

“Easy girl,” he grunted in my ear.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said, panting. “I don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?” I felt his hand move up my leg and under my dress. I shivered as he slipped under my panties, gently thumbing my clit. I gasped as pleasure rolled down my back. Fire and passion raged inside of me, drowning out any part of me that wasn’t sure if I was doing the right thing. My body was telling me yes, and I was going to listen.

“I don’t kiss guys when I don’t even know their name.”

“Would that help?”

He kissed my neck as he continued to work my clit. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and held on, standing on my tiptoes, pleasure and tension flooding and warring in my core.

“Yes. I don’t know. Fuck that feels good.”

“I’ll give you a name. But only if you come for me.”