Page 79 of King of Pain
Then, the DJ morphs the song intoHot Thingby Prince.
I groan again. Jesus, this song is too fucking erotic. Suddenly—Ant’s gone.
Panic grips me for a split second before I feel strong arms snake around me from behind. I don’t even have to turn—Iknowit’s him. Even if his familiar mix of spicy cologne and natural scent weren’t already invading my senses, I’d still know.
His lips graze my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want our first kiss to be tequila-fueled or to happen in a club,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth. “But Idowant to have a little fun with you on the dance floor. That is, if you’re up for it.”
My brain scrambles.
Complete system failure.
Spinning wheel of death.
I turn my head just enough so he can hear me. “What kind of fun?”
He answers by gripping my hips and yanking me back—fast and hard—until my ass is flush against his groin.
“You brought me here, got me tipsy, and now you’re just standing there,” he growls. His fingers tighten against me. “Dance with me, Sullivan.”
Then he grinds against me.
Holy fuck.
His body is a livewire against mine.
In a flash, he spins around my body so he’s pressing against me from the front. His hands find a home on my hips, and he slots one of his muscular thighs between my legs. My cock is thickening rapidly against his thigh. Either he doesn’t notice… or doesn’t care.
Then, in one sexy, erotic move, he’s spun himself around and has popped his ass back, flush with my crotch. Now Iknowhe can feel that. Doesn’t seem to be deterring him as he gyrates his ass against my rock-hard cock.
He dances himself around my body, pressing his chest against my back again. Then—with apparently zero regard for my wellbeing—Ant starts to grind against my ass. And he’s… he’s hard. There’s no mistaking it with that monster.
This is it. This is how I die.
Just when I’m about to medically code-out, he dances back around and his hands glide up my chest to clasp my neck, then thread into my hair, pulling me closer.
He leans into my ear again, his voice a whisper of fire. “Touch me... please.” Then grabs my hand and places it on his massive fucking dick.
I lied.Thisis how I die.
Ant moves, pressing against me, his cheek nuzzled against my neck as I run my palm up and down his cock to the rhythm. The grip he has on the back of my head tightens. His rhythm is faltering. Then his head falls back, neck exposed, body trembling—
Warmth and wetness spreads across my palm.
I freeze. My breathing stalls.He just came in his pants in the middle of the club.
His head snaps forward, locking eyes with mine, and he justsmiles. The little shit smiles.
Did that seriously just happen?
“You’re killing me, Beautiful. You know that?”
Ant raises a brow. “Just a little taste of your own medicine.”
My jaw drops. “Go in the bathroom and try to clean up a little. I’ll order our ride back. We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow.”
He winks, spins on his heels and disappears through the crowd.
Fuck. Me.
