Page 236 of Rock Me All Night
My cheeks flush. I'm suddenly aware that we're in a crowded club, surrounded by other people. I straighten my back and turn around so I'm facing Drew.
He sucks on my neck. Then my ear. I dig my hands into his hair. I let out a low moan.
We're barely dancing now. I'm too caught up in the sensations in my body to tune in to the music. I only shift my hips to press my body against his, so I can feel his cock straining against his jeans.
Every shift of his hips sends a wave of pleasure through my body. I relax into his touch, utterly powerless to feel anything else.
He traces the neckline of my dress then slides his hand under it. His fingertips brush against my nipples. A shock of pleasure rushes straight from my sex to my toes. I'm going to go mad if he doesn't fuck me properly.
He plays with my nipple until I'm panting. His lips sink into mine. His tongue plunges into my mouth. I hold onto his arms for dear life.
Drew breaks our kiss. He brings his mouth to my ear and adjusts my dress so I'm fully covered everywhere. "Follow me."
His hand slides to my hip. He leads me off the dance floor and toward the back of the club. There's a small hallway and a door markedCrew Only.
Drew opens the door carefully. The room is black, almost dead black, and it's stuffed with equipment for shows—costumes, amps, vanity. It's a tiny room, but it's empty.
He pulls me inside, pushes the door closed, and presses me against it in one smooth motion.
I open my mouth to speak, to really warn him, but before a word can form, Drew is kissing me.
He pulls the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pushes it to my waist. I'm not wearing a bra, thank God. To torture him and maybe myself.
He kisses his way to my breast and flicks his tongue against my nipple. My hands go to his hair. I press my back against the door. God, he feels so good.
"Drew," I gasp. "Now."
He brings his lips back to mine and kisses me hard. I lift my dress enough to kick off my underwear and then I pull it back in place.
Drew pulls the condom from his pocket. I unzip his jeans and push them off his hips. Then the boxers.
Holy shit.
He's huge.
I wrap my hand around his cock and rub him until he shudders. He bites my neck hard, groaning into my skin.
I unwrap the condom and slide it over him.
He grabs onto my hips and lifts me. I take a deep breath and hook my legs around his waist.
There's that sharp tug of rubber as he slides inside me.
He thrusts into me. It's deep enough to hurt. I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders until the pain turns to pleasure.
This is exactly where I should be.
He holds me against the door and thrusts into me. "Fuck. You feel good."
I attempt to verbalize some kind of agreement but it comes out as a loud moan.
Drew brings one hand to my mouth and slides two fingers between my lips. There's something magical about those hands. They do something to me.
I suck on his fingers, pressing my tongue against their soft pads. He holds me against the door, thrusting into me harder and harder and harder.
Every muscle in my body is awake and alive. Hell, every nerve is tuned to the same frequency and they're headed straight to an orgasm.
I suck on Drew's fingers so I won't groan. It's not enough to contain the pressure building inside me. His hands dig into the delicate skin on my hips. A few inches from my scars, but right now I don't care.
