His body went solid, his muscles like stone. He cupped the side of her face after several seconds, leaned down to kiss her softly, then said against her lips, “We don’t have to rush anything.”
She chuckled against his mouth. “We’ve been together for three years, Rory. I don’t think this is rushing,” she said on a breath. She rubbed her open palm on his cock again, the damn thing straining against his jeans.
“Fuck, Lena. I’ll come in my jeans before I even leave the club.” He moved his lips to her neck, ran his tongue along her throat, over her pulse under her ear, and she heard him groan softly.
“If you don’t stop, I might lose the little control I actually have right now, and I don’t think I want to lose my virginity in this club.” She chuckled, teasing him.
He groaned again. “You’re right, and I’m not about to do that to my girl.” He licked her throat again. “Even your fucking sweat tastes sweet, baby.”
That had her grinning and leaning up to give him a little peck on his lips. He groaned, pulled back, and stared down at her.
She lifted her arms above her head, her shirt rising slowly to expose more of her midriff. Rory moved back from her, eyed her up and down, and made her feel like she was nude for him.
She moved back toward the dance floor and slowly started moving to the music. Lena started dancing just for Rory despite the people surrounding them. His cock was hard, and she could see it pushing against his pants. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes and this fierce expression on his face.
The music washed through her, and the heat and alcohol made her feel even more light-headed. She watched as he moved through the people, pushing away the ones who weren’t smart enough to get out of his way. He might only be eighteen, but he was built like a linebacker.
The bar was only about ten feet from where she stood, and once Rory was at the counter, he glanced over his shoulder at her, giving her a wink. That one act had her pussy clenching.
Lena closed her eyes and continued to dance. She got lost in the feeling of swaying to the music, of her anticipation and excitement over what she was going to do with Rory tonight, and let herself get higher because of it. The heat in the club was intense, and she started to feel sweat line her spine.
It seemed like minutes passed as she danced. And then the feeling of hands moving around her waist from behind, of warm breath sliding along her neck, and of a very hard cock digging into her back, had her smiling. Rory was insatiable, and she loved him more because of it.
“I swear you’ll be the death of me,” she said, but knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her because of the music in the room. She pressed back against his crotch and felt him move his hands up toward her breasts. But it was the scent of liquor on his breath, the way she was being touched, that had her opening her eyes, knowing instantly Rory wasn’t the one behind her. He hadn’t had a drink all night, and she’d know how it felt when Rory touched her.
“Don’t stop grinding that sweet ass on me, girl.”
Everything in her froze at the sound of his voice. It most definitely wasn’t Rory.
2
Lena turned around and pushed the stranger away instantly. He stumbled backward a few steps, clearly taken aback by her sudden movements, and he didn’t look pleased by the fact either.
When he moved toward her again, she scented the pungent aroma of stale cigarettes and sweat coming from him. “Come on. Don’t be like that, sweet thang,” he slurred out and grinned. His teeth were slightly yellow, probably from the smoking, and he had a very pronounced gap between his front teeth.
“Dance with me some more.” He moved closer.
“No thanks. My boyfriend is at the bar.” She turned to leave, but the guy reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back toward him hard enough she stumbled backward.
Lena might be bold with Rory, but she wasn’t a confrontational type of girl, especially when it involved a drunken guy at a club who clearly couldn’t take no for an answer.
He stared at her, perspiration sliding down his forehead, his dark shirt damp from the sweat, and tightened his hold on her wrist when she tried to pull away.
“Seriously, let go.”
He was either too drunk to realize what the hell he was doing, he didn’t care, or he wanted to get the shit kicked out of him, which would be what happened if Rory saw.
She tried pulling her arm free again, looked over her shoulder, and saw Rory’s back to her as he got her the water. “I said no. Now let me go.”