Page 15 of Nightmare

I blow the smoke out directly into the girl’s face, in a big cloud of white, making her cough.

“Oops, sorry, hun.”

I press the joint to my lips another time, sucking smoke into my lungs and letting it fill them completely, then I release it and grab onto the back of Travis’s neck, pulling him down to meet my gaze.

I press a ghost of a kiss on his lips, mouth open, and blow the smoke down into his lungs, his eyes watching mine like he can read my mind. He flicks his tongue out, hitting my bottom lip, just as I’m pulling away and releasing his neck, then he blows the smoke up and into the night sky.

I wink at the girl, whose mouth is hanging open like a trout, and then turn to pass the joint to Summer.

Travis coughs a little, his head turned away from the girl, then her hand releases the skin it’s gripping on his forearm. Then she just… turns around and walks away, across the balcony and through the doors into the club.

We wait a few heartbeats before all five of us bust out laughing, Summer choking on the smoke that she’s holding in her lungs.

I blow a kiss at my best friend, then turn back to where Travis’s eyes haven’t left my face, “Dance, then?”

“Absolutely.” He focuses his eyes behind me, and pops his eyebrows a few times, then throws his arm over my shoulder to lead me back inside, his face falling into my hair to get closer to my ear. “Good looking out, pretty girl. I fucking owe you.”

I turn to face him, his head leaning out of my wall of hair, “I have some ideas how you can make it up to me.”

He pops his head back like he’s surprised, “Oh yeah?”

I laugh, opening the glass doors and letting the music hit me like a wave, and we head into the dark club to dance.

The club has turned off most of the lights, leaving the strobe and the multicolored bulbs to illuminate it alone. I wiggle out of Travis’s arm to grab onto his hand, pulling him into the center of the dance floor.

I spin around on my feet, pressing my back to the wall of muscle that is this man, and guide his hands to my waist. They’re warm and heavy – even through my dress. They get my blood pumping even faster, making the music seem more sensual and the tension I’m feeling even thicker.

His hips move behind me, giving me a nice feel of what he has to offer under his zipper. I move my own hips in time with his, my flesh becoming coated with sweat and my skin pricking with anxious anticipation.

His hands start roaming, moving down my thighs to where my dress is lifting and exposing my skin, and I swear to god my entire body ignites when his flesh touches mine. I’m becoming slick between my legs, rubbing them together and focusing on the feel of him behind me, his hands touching my body.

My senses are in overdrive, and I can’t take it anymore, I spin around to face him, making his hands land back on my hips. His eyes search mine, so I stare at him as I continue dancing, rubbing against him like a bitch in heat.

His hands do work of exploring every inch of me, starting with my hips then rubbing up my sides to trace along my chest bone. I’m panting, begging for more with silent blinks of my eyes and movements of my hips.

Travis takes his time moving his hands back downward, across my belly and back to my hips, then around to my back, where he pulls me closer to him. The smell of him floods my nose – all man and smoke – and I rub against him in response.

His fingers make circles on the exposed flesh of my lower back, heading downwards to where my dress starts covering my ass. He feels the curve of my ass, then ghosts his hands along the back of my thighs, pressing his chest against mine and putting his face in my neck.

He uses one hand to flip my hair out of the way of the skin at my neck, while the other still rubs along the sensitive parts of my thighs.

I can’t help but groan when his lips finally make contact with my flesh, his tongue coming out to lick where my pulse is hammering. Then he takes a deep breath in, inhaling me like I’m going to fade away at any moment.

His teeth come out, nipping at me, causing me to gasp a little. Then I’m acting purely on animal instinct, lacing my fingers through the dark hair on top of his head and pulling his mouth to mine.

I smash my lips against his, my fingernails scraping down out of his hair and against the skin of his neck, my mouth opening and letting his tongue enter.

My nails dig into him hard enough to brand him, and he responds by sucking along my lips and tongue, using his teeth to bite at me, spreading his tongue around my mouth like he wants to eat my soul.

His hands grip at my flesh, and the room spins, everyone else disappears – it’s just us – in this moment together. It’s just the warmth of his tongue, the slight prick from the stubble on his chin, his hands exploring my ass and my hips, my body screaming for more.

Chapter Eight

Travis

I can’t fuckinghold still, I can’t stop the exploration of my hands while our mouths are fused together, tongues battling like it’s our goddamn destiny. The entire world ceases to exist around us. I’m seconds away from backing her into the bar, lifting her up and fucking her right here in front of everyone when she pulls her lips from mine and releases the flesh of my back from her claws.

Panting up at me, she bats her long eyelashes, then spins around again to start grinding her tight ass back on the giant rod bulging out of my pants to the next song.

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