Royal Rock:A Bad Boy Royal Romance(40)

"You look like you need help," he growled into my ear, squeezing into the space next to me.

"Excuse me?"

"This bartender. How long you been standing here?"

"I don't know. Too long."

"What are you drinking?"

"Whiskey and soda."

He looked away from me and toward the bartender. After a few seconds, he  waved his hand in the air, giving the bartender a nod. The bartender  immediately walked over.

"What can I get you?"

"Beer and a whiskey with soda."

I gaped at him as the bartender walked away and started making the drinks.

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"Confidence."

"Seriously, do you know him or something?"

"That's your problem, you don't even realize what confidence can get for  you." He stood close to me, his nearness and his smell overwhelming me  as he spoke in his deep, gruff voice. "You would have stood here quietly  while that guy ignored you."







"That's not true," I said meekly, annoyed with myself for my weak response.

"It's absolutely true. But don't worry, babe. I can handle it."

The bartender returned with the drinks and my mystery man paid for them. He handed me mine and held up his beer.

"Cheers, to getting some confidence."

I clinked his glass and sipped mine. I felt completely out of my league  with this guy. He was basically calling me weak to my face, and yet the  way he said it with his cocky smile and the easy way he had about him  made me want to listen to him.

"So how do I get more confidence, then, if you're such an expert?"

"You're an attractive girl. You just need to get men eating out of your hand."

"Oh yeah? That something you do a lot?"

"I eat out girls, sure. Not their hand though."

I blushed. "I bet."

The song changed and the guy perked up. "What's your name?" he asked me.

"Claire."

"Come on, Claire. Let's dance."

"I don't really dance."

He slammed his beer back, finishing it off, and then grinned at me. "With an ass like that, you don't dance?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you have an ass I'd go home and jerk off to if I weren't about to grind up against it."

I was totally taken aback at how forward he was being. I was used to  assholes coming up with stupid pickup lines, but this guy was something  completely different. He was talking dirty, but there was nothing fake  or put-on about it. He really meant what he was saying; there was no  doubt in my mind.

And that excited me. I felt my pulse race and the heat between my legs suddenly ignite as he grabbed my hand.

"Come on, babe. I know you can dance."

I took a deep sip of my drink and then put it back on the bar. "Okay. Yeah, I can dance."

He pulled me along behind him, out toward the dance floor. He wrapped  his arm around my waist, pulling me up close to him as he melted into  the crowd. The song was upbeat and fast, and everyone around us was  sweating and grinding, a rhythmic mass of pulsing, oozing sex.

I usually avoided the dance floor at places like this. But as soon as he  pressed his incredible body against mine and began to roll his hips, it  was like instinct took over me. I moved along with him, our bodies  grinding up against each other. His hand was on the small of my back,  and I wrapped my arms around his thick shoulders, our faces inches  apart, his eyes locked on mine, his face serious and intense.

We moved like that together and the world around us suddenly  disappeared. Every worry and anxiety I had built up in my chest suddenly  evaporated under the powerful and serious touch of my mysterious man.  I'd never done something like this before, let alone felt so light and  free. I didn't care who was watching or what they thought; all I cared  about was my body pressing up against his. He pressed his leg between my  thighs and I began to rock my hips, grinding myself into his muscular  body, pulled even closer by his strong arms.

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."

"I don't think I can," I said. But as he continued working me, kissing my neck, I knew that was a lie.

"Please. You're panting. You're practically about to burst," he growled, grinning.

He was right. Shit, I'd never been so close to coming from a guy just  rubbing me like that before. Normally I needed way more time, but with  him it was fast and brutal and totally overwhelming.

"Okay. Okay, you can make me come," I gaped as he kissed me again.