Page 5 of Perfect Rhythm
The beat softened, falling into a slow, sensual rhythm. The lights dimmed, and the opening chords poured through the speakers.
It was my voice, low and raw, slipping over the room like silk.
With desire burning in her eyes, Nyx motioned for me to sit in the chair that she’d just pulled to the center of the floor.
I knew exactly what was about to go down, and the crowd did too. Nyx was about to perform a fan favorite. But it wasn’t just the lyrics that made them go crazy. It was the moves that came along with it. Moves that only Nyx could pull off.
With a wicked smile, she dropped in front of me, then placed her face inches away from my lap. A low groan rumbled in my chest, barely audible over the music as she pretended to do some shit that should only be done behind closed doors.
“Fuck it up, Nyx,” a girl belted out from the crowd.
Without question, that was exactly what she was doing. It was like she was purposely in overdrive, going harder than I’d ever seen before. The more her head circled near my dick, the harder it became to hide her effect on me.
Finally, she lifted her head and slid her hands up my chest, her ass swaying from one side to the other. Leaning into my ear, she whispered, “You better get your friend under control.” She glanced down at the bulge in my jeans. “He’s telling on you.”
“And whose fault is that?”
She laughed. “You’re funny.”
“Trust me, I’m not trying to be.”
Still laughing, she straddled me, then grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass. Given how easy it was to feel my dick, I assumed she would take it easy.
But the joke was on me.
She lowered herself just enough to feel me, then rotated her hips slowly as she pressed the side of her face against mine. No one could hear as her moans seeped into my ear, forming a memory I’d never forget.
The shit was intense, and if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought that Nyx was fucking me with her clothes on.
“I swear, I wish I was in her shoes right now,” another girl said.
Nyx continued to grind on top of me, her movements seamless, camouflaged as nothing more than a dance move.
Seconds later, the same girl shouted, “Girl, I need to trade spots with you.”
But Nyx didn’t break character. She just went harder, forcing me to fight back every urge I had to pick her ass up and carry her off the floor.
If this was a preview of how she got down behind closed doors, I was all in.
Just as the song was ending, Nyx stood up and finished what was left of the performance. My hand slid over the spot that her body had just covered. Baby girl was dripping wet.
A slow smile curled on my lips.Let the games begin.
3
NYX
I slid down in my seat at the terminal, eyes heavy, head throbbing. All I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to be several feet in the air, unconscious and far away from everything.
“Girllllllllll,” Skye sang as she plopped down in the seat next to me. “Have you looked at the blogs this morning?”
“No, I haven’t, and I don’t plan to.”
“Well, you should. Your ass is going viral...literally.”
I didn’t move an inch. I’d grown used to seeing videos of my ass shaking all over the internet. It was what the fans loved to see, and when I was on stage, I gave them what they wanted.
“Sounds like everyone enjoyed the show.”
