It's Friday night and Veros is packed as it usually is. I have been coming here every Friday night for almost a year now and because of that, I never have to wait in line. I revel in the stares and dirty looks as I walk up to the door. I already feel the bass pounding through my body, taking over me as I step inside. I live for this feeling. Veros is my escape. Every Friday night without fail, I am here drinking and dancing my week away; letting the music, tequila, and the feel of a stranger's hands and body on me consume me completely. I make my way to the bar and order two shots of tequila. They go down smooth, instantly warming me up as I scope out the dance floor.
Bodies on bodies, writhing and grinding against each other as their hands wander, never seeming to be able to settle on a location. Bathing in the green and blue and purple lights above. I love watching them. Men on men. Women on women. One woman is sandwiched between two men. Dancing is almost as good as sex to me. Finding rhythm in each other. Grinding and touching and getting a feel for each other before it goes any further. I can already feel my nipples pebble under my crop top. I know without looking down that they are on display nicely and that anyone paying close enough attention, can see the outline of the piercing on my left nipple. I paired my top with a tight pair of jeans that accentuate my ass and a black pair of my most comfortable heels with my long, brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail.
I find a small opening almost in the centre of the dance floor. I squeeze my way through the sweaty, dancing bodies and finally let the music take me over completely. The bass runs through me. I feel the heat of the lights shining down on me. My eyes are closed. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I let the music take me away. I sway my hips and run my hands along my body, already feeling a build up of sweat on my skin.
I feel a hard body at my back and large hands wrap around my hips. I immediately know that nothing further is going to happen with this man. There's no spark. I keep my movements small. I close my eyes, choosing instead, to focus on the music, gently moving my ass back into him. Then, I feel it. Like an electric current running through my body from head to toe to the point it makes me shiver. Every hair is standing on end. I open my eyes to try to figure out what has changed with the man behind me, and I am met with piercing eyes staring at me from the bar. His eyes are holding me captive. I don't dare to look away from him. I can't fully make out all of his features, but his body language is demanding me to maintain eye contact. How is it that this man's eyes on me does more to me than anything ever has?
I am not ashamed to say that I upped my game. This man wants to watch? I will give him the best damn show he's ever seen. I bring my hands up and start running them along my body. Down my neck. In between my cleavage, skimming the sliver of skin showing below my shirt, down to my hips and back up to cup my breasts. All while circling my hips harder against the man behind me. I almost feel bad for leading him on, but I am too lost in the feeling of this stranger's eyes on me to care. So much so that mine fall closed again, and I let the feeling wash over me. I bend my knees and drop low, rolling my body back up.
My eyes slowly open and I am devastated when the man at the bar is gone. But then, I feel cold behind me. There is no longer a warm body on me. I no longer have large hands touching me. I turn around to see where my dancing partner went, and I am met with a large, immovable wall of muscle. I slowly trail my eyes up and I am met with the sexiest man I have ever seen. He's dressed in a lavender Henley with the buttons open and
god
, I just want to drag my lips over the tanned skin there. I am then met with a beard surrounding the most biteable lips in existence, smirking at me. It would be cocky on anyone else, but not him. My gaze continues up and I am met with those piercing eyes from the bar. I can't help but shiver again. The lights flash white. It's quick, but I could have sworn his eyes were green. I gulp. No man has ever stunned me into silence before.
Without saying a word, he spins me, so my back is pressed close to the front of his body. His body consumes mine, completely towering over my small frame. I am powerless to stop him taking control of me, but truth be told, I don't want to. This man can do anything he wants to me. His hands immediately go to my hips and
good godddd
if I thought his eyes on me felt good, his hands are an outer body experience. His semi-hard cock pushes into my ass and I whimper.
Fucking whimper
from just that move alone. My thong is already soaked, and we haven't even started moving yet!
I experimentally push my ass back into him and the dam breaks. He's grinding into me. His hands are now roaming all over my body, cupping my breasts and skimming down to my hips and the top of my thighs. I reach my hands up behind me, circling his neck, keeping him close, even though I'm sure he's not going anywhere. We stay like this for a while. Dancing and grinding on each other. Every inch of our bodies pressed together. He presses his mouth to my ear and speaks loud enough for me to hear over the music. "He wasn't the one for you tonight." His deep, rumbling voice washes over me. My heart stutters in my chest. I wonder if he can feel it or if he can see my jaw fall open. I know that voice. The loudest of music would never deter me from knowing that voice.
Billy.
I have spent countless hours watching his videos to ever mistake it. How did I miss everything else? I should have known from those lips alone. Not wanting to give anything away, I continue to dance against him. I narrow my eyes in challenge and shoot a cocky "and how could you possibly know that?" remark over my shoulder back to him. He brings those perfect lips against my neck, and I feel his breath ghost along my skin, raising goosebumps as he says, "because he wasn't me." Now