Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)

As soon as Talya dragged me into the club that was owned by Ramon’s brother, Ruben McKenzie, the beat of the music vibrated through me.

Ever since his club opened in the heart of Lexington, it had become one of the hottest nightspots around. Ramon had brought me once when the band ‘Deception’ had done a gig. Totally amazing band, and I hoped Ruben managed to talk them into coming back for another night.

“I love this place,” Talya shouted into my ear. She startled me when she shoved a drink into my hand.

“Smile.” Talya bumped hips with me, but instead of bumping hips, she nearly knocked the drink I was holding down myself.

I rolled my eyes.

Taking the glass from my hand, and along with hers, Talya dumped them on someone else’s table before she grabbed hold of me. She dragged me onto the dance floor to the heavy beat of the music.

I had no idea what was playing, as I was so out of date with music. My favorite was Ed Sheeran, but I liked whatever was on. It had a good rhythm to it.

The crush of bodies surrounding us helped me to shake loose any lingered thoughts of Ramon.

Raising my arms into the air and, closing my eyes, I threw my head back and let the music overtake my body—let it caress over my heated skin as I moved to the beat.

Not sure how many songs I’d lost myself in, I froze when hands landed on my hips. My eyes snapped open and I was cap

tured in the angry ones of one of the men I’d tried to get out of my head, Eric.

He dragged my closer to his body, slipping a leg between mine. My dress crept up but stayed covering my ass when his large hands clamped down on each ass cheek.

I grabbed hold of his shoulders for balance, and so I didn’t end up a puddle at his feet.

The music had gotten my blood flowing, but being so close to an aroused Eric caused the blood in my veins to overheat. And aroused he was. There was no mistaking the length of his cock that throbbed against my hip as he rubbed against me with our movements.

I’d never danced with anyone the way that I was with him. His hands kept me riding his thigh, and my fingers twitched to reach down and grasp his hard dick. Instead, I slid my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and brought my chest flush with his.

My nipples were hard, aching tips, which he would feel now that I rubbed against him. I’d never been so aroused while dancing before, and Eric had me ready to orgasm.

With each movement, our groins rubbed together, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Eric could feel how wet I was through his jeans as my pussy rode him. It’d been so long for me since I’d had sex, and something told me that sex with Eric would be like nothing I’d experienced before.

What was I thinking—contemplating?

Moving my chest away from him, I tried to put much needed space between us. One look into his eyes stopped me from going anywhere. It was a look I’d never seen reflected toward me before, and I wasn’t sure that I had the strength to walk away from him.

Eric brought me back against him, and growled into my ear, “I’ve tried keeping my hands off you.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

I gasped in pleasure as my arousal flooded my thong.

“I’ve been watching you since I spotted you lost in your own world. I couldn’t help wondering what it’d feel like having you dancing on my cock.”

He shouldn’t talk to me like that. Like he wanted nothing more than to find a dark corner to fuck me. Ugh—that image. I squirmed in lust and tried to close her legs, forgetting that his was between mine, and saw his knowing smirk when he felt me clamping down against him.

“Let me take care of you.” He rubbed his chest against the twin peaks of my breasts.

I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t want him since the evidence spoke for itself. It had been a few years since I’d last had sex, and I wasn’t that far gone that I didn’t realize tonight with Eric would be a one-time deal. I wasn’t promiscuous, but I’d had one or two one-night stands when I was in college.

The sensuous feel of having a virile male body, hot and hard against mine played with my common sense because I wanted to say yes. I wanted to go some place with Eric and let him fuck me senseless. Something told me that he fucked like he went about his daily business—full speed.

My back hit a wall, and Eric’s hands slid up my thighs as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I stopped thinking and went with the flow.

His large cock felt so good against my pussy that I didn’t even mind having my dress around my waist.

Reaching up, I pulled his head down to mine, and as our mouths joined, a whole lot of fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes. They snapped open and stared into his passion hazed ones. I just felt him while unable to look away.

With the grinding on his dick that I’d been doing, my thong had been pushed between my folds. All I wanted was for him to open his jeans and impale me to finish what he started.