“Shall we go?”

He took my hand and I squeezed him tight as he led me along the edge of the dance floor. He was here, touching me. He led us toward a short set of stairs and to a back exit. Nobody noticed us; in our masks, we blended into the crowd.

No one knew it was Strand who walked through the room, holding my hand, while clubgoers gossiped and looked at their phones, whispering their theories about his surprise performance.

The DJ was in full dance mode now, the thumping of the bass leading the crowd to jump in unison. The ground shook with every step.

Dylan pushed open the exit, revealing a hall lit by a dim, blue exit sign. The door shut behind us, dampening the sound and vibration of the music and the crowd on the other side.

We stood side by side. For me, the realization we were alone in the dark felt like the fulfillment of my fantasy, where Dylan and I slipped away like all the other lovers in the club.

I turned toward him and placed my hand on his chest, both still wearing gold masks over our eyes. Looking up at him, I was amazed how much different he looked to me. It was like he was Dylan and Strand all at once.

The crowd roared with applause and the music continued to pump at a steady beat on the other side of the door. “I didn’t know if I would see you again,” I said, leaning into him.

“I needed to touch you,” he said. His hands finding my backside, he pulled my body closer. “Truth?”

“Always. Truth.”

“I saw Leo today. He told me he planned to take you here. That’s when I decided.” He lowered his lips against mine. He didn’t kiss me; he breathed me. My sex tightened in response.

“What did you decide?”

He leaned in closer. Our lips brushed and a tingle of pleasure moved through my body. “I needed to play for you tonight. It had to be you.”

His chest rose and fell. There was a slight quiver in his every breath. “You are the only one who could bring me back from it all.”

“Back from what?”

“From my mistakes.”

“What mistakes?”

He pulled away, his dark eyes locking on mine. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but instead, he pressed his lips against mine.

His hands moved down my back and he gripped my hips. He groaned and jerked my body toward him.

I rocked my hips forward, feeling his hard cock. I put my hand on his dick, moving my hand back and forth over his enormous bulge.

“Fuck.” He inhaled and exhaled. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I kept one hand on his cock, and with the other, unbuckled his pants and slid them down his body. I didn’t break eye contact as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I reached up and lowered his briefs; his cock dropped in front of me. It was fucking beautiful. Veins running up and down the sides, I could see every ridge. I wanted to ride him. I kissed the tip of his penis, licked the wet drop of come off his tip, and licked my lips.

“Fuck.” He ground out a growl. I licked him again as he gripped my hair in his hands, pulling me closer.

I opened my mouth and took him inside. He was delicious. My mouth relaxed; my lips wrapped around my teeth. I pulled him in and out, licking and flicking with my tongue on every stroke.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he groaned. I looked up. His head was back, eyes hooded. I took him in deeper and deeper, sucking and pulling him closer to losing control.

“Bella,” he said, his breathing coming out in short bursts laced with moans.

“Now,” I gasped, between thrusts. I opened my throat, taking him in so deep I almost gagged. His hands grasped my hair and his hips drove his cock into my mouth.

Eyes glazed, his control slipped away and with one deep thrust, he jerked and pulsed his release down my throat. I swallowed his hot come as his breathing slowed, his cock still twitching in my mouth.

“Perfect,” he said. “So, fucking perfect.”