It’s Friday night, so Blackie’s is hopping. It’s still early, so it’ll be even busier later. I turn my head and ask her over the music, “What are you drinking?”
“Something fruity. Surprise me.”
I grunt and lead us to the bar, then turn sideways toward her. Grabbing her hand, I stick it in my back pocket. “Don’t let go.”
She frowns, but nods anyway. She doesn’t get how dangerous it is for a woman alone in a place like this. Lukas has tight security and will fuck up anyone who fucks with his club or its patrons, but his eyes can’t be everywhere all the time, and there are some dumb idiots around who think they can get away with hurting women.
That shit won’t happen on my watch.
I order my two shots and her a tequila sunrise. I can feel Emberleigh’s hand squeeze my ass, so I look over my shoulder at her. She gives me an innocent smile, one I know is definitely not innocent.
I turn and loop my arm around her waist, and bring her in front of me against the bar. My hips settle against hers, and my hands rest on the bar on either side of her. She’s forced to tip her head back to look at me. Her hands lie flat against my sides.
“You like to play, don’t you?” I ask.
Her tongue darts out and runs along her bottom lip, tempting me to lean down and bite it.
“Maybe.”
I lean down slowly, and it pleases the shit out of me when her eyes drop to my lips. Right before my lips touch hers, I veer to her cheek and lay a kiss there, then move to her ear. “It’s a good thing. I like to play too.” Then I drop my head farther and lick up her neck, plant a kiss where I stop, and lean back.
Her lips are parted and with each heavy breath she takes, the tips of her tits hit my chest. Her nails dig into my sides. Even in the darkened club, I see the pretty color on her neck and cheeks. One corner of my mouth tips up at her once again dazed look.
The bartender setting our drinks down behind her brings her out of her fog. She blinks a couple of times before turning around to face the bar, shoving her ass back against my aching dick.
“Fuck, woman,” I groan, my hips instinctually pumping against her ass.
With fiery eyes, she grabs her glass and brings it to her lips. Half of it’s gone by the time she puts it back on the bar. Surrounding her waist with one arm and plastering her back to my front, I grab one of my shots and throw it back.
Emberleigh starts fanning herself with her hand. “It’s hot.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “It’s hot in here, isn’t it?”
With a wicked grin, I pick up my last shot and grab her hand. “Get your drink.”
Once she has it in her hand, I lead her over to a table close to the dance floor. Instead of us sitting across from each other, I sit in one of the chairs and pull her down on my lap, slightly sideways, but turned enough she can see the dance floor. She doesn’t complain and takes another sip of her drink before putting it down on the table.
I turn my head and watch her as she watches the people on the dance floor. I know what she’s seeing. People grinding against each other, flashing skin you wouldn’t normally see in any other place. I know she likes what she sees too. It’s in the way she bites her lip and the pointed tips of her nipples.
My hand goes to her thigh right below where her skirt stops. Her eyes jerk to mine. I hold her gaze as I rub my thumb back and forth, edging it just under her skirt.
“Watch the people on the dance floor,” I tell her gruffly. “Don’t stop watching them.”
After a moment, she does what I say. I never take my eyes off her as she watches the others. I’d bet my company she’s fucking soaked right now. My dick throbs in my jeans with the thought of her enjoying watching others like I do.
I slowly move my hand up her thigh. Her legs are together, so I reach over with my other hand and pull them apart just far enough that I can slip my hand between them. A smile tugs at my lips when her hands grip the arms of the chair.
Heat. I can feel her heat before I even make it to her pussy. And just as I suspected, her panties are drenched.
A growl slips through my lips with the discovery.
“You like watching others get off, don’t you, Emberleigh?” I ask, my voice coming out rough with desire.
Her hand grabs my wrist, stopping my fingers from slipping beneath the edge of her panties. Her eyes stay on the dance floor.
“You like it just as much as you liked me watching you on the dance floor.”
She doesn’t say or do anything. Just keeps my hand from moving and her eyes facing forward. She pants quietly and the knuckles on the hand still gripping the arm of the chair are white. I know she’s turned on, but is it enough? I wait her out, wondering what she’ll do. Tell me to fuck off and call me a sick bastard, or let me continue.
After several tense moments, her body stiff in my lap, her fingers relax around my wrist. Instead of letting it go, she guides my hand further up her legs until the tips of my fingers meet her wet panties. She turns her head and looks at me with eyes hooded and filled with sex. The look has my already hard cock turning to stone.