Fighting For a Second Chance (Fighting 1)
The song ends and the next one begins. The sound of Snoop Dog fills the club, along with The Pussycat Dolls as they begin to sing Bottle Pop. I crouch lower and begin to pop my ass out, loving this song. I feel Kayla’s hand move from my waist, but I don’t bother to turn around—I’m in my zone.
Suddenly, I feel hands on my hips once again. I’d assume they’re Kayla’s except the hands feel too large and too strong, holding me too tight to be her tiny hands. I feel the front of this person’s body up against my ass and it confirms it’s definitely not Kayla, as this body has a bulge in the front. As it rubs up on my ass, I can’t help but softly moan at the feeling of this man’s body rubbing up against mine. It just feels so good.
Angling my face, I see the most beautiful bright green eyes staring down at me while still holding his hands tightly on my waist. He’s also sporting one hell of a smirk, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to my body. I would bet my life this man is no virgin. Because of how far I have to look up, I would say he has to be a good six foot three at least. Once he lets go of this pull he has on me, I’m able to look at his entire face, and it feels like my heart stops, then begins to beat again at a rapid pace.
His piercing green eyes aren’t the only beautiful part of him. This man is downright gorgeous. He has golden-brown hair that is styled like he just got out of bed and ran his fingers through it, but it works. His skin is golden-brown like he’s been in the sun recently. His nose is crooked, like it’s been broken and wasn’t set right, but it fits him and for some reason it makes him even hotter.
As I move my head down, I notice how big he is. Not big like fat, but big like built. He’s not overly muscular like the bouncer, but fit. It’s pure perfection. His shirt isn’t tight, but it still accentuates his muscles. He’s wearing a light blue button-down collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and as I run my eyes down his body, I can see the muscles in his forearms. I’m not a tiny girl, yet it feels like he dominates me as he stands over me, continuing to check me out.
His top teeth pull at his lower lip, releasing it, and his smirk gets even bigger while he raises a single brow. Oh yeah, he definitely knows what he’s doing to me, and it doesn’t help that he just watched me totally check him out while my ass is still rubbing against him.
I attempt to step forward, out of the line of his dick, but before I can, his hands grip my waist tighter as he pulls my ass closer to him. I don’t know what it is about this guy, but I let it happen. Turning my head to face forward, I raise my arms up and continue to dance against him. We dance together for some time, our bodies rubbing against one another. I’m getting sweaty from the warm contact and the lights hitting down on us, and it feels good.
After a little while, his fingertips glide from the top of my arms, slowly trailing a path down the inside, toward the side of my body, stopping just under the curve of my breasts. His face is so close to my ear I can feel his breath on me. It smells like whiskey, making me want to suck on his tongue to see if I can taste it.
He whispers the lyrics into my ear, asking if it’s true that I’m wet, and that is all it takes. My nipples pebble through my bra and dress, and I swear my panties are instantly soaked. This man is a walking billboard for sex. He continues to dance slowly and sensually against me, until the song ends and the next one transitions into the mix. Once again, he whispers into my ear, calling me baby girl and telling me he could dance with me all night. I know he’s only repeating the lyrics, but it doesn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in my belly.
Taking me by my hand, he leads us off the dance floor. I look around for Kayla and see she’s still dancing her ass off with a couple of cuties. She makes eye contact with me, grins, and gives me two thumbs up. I smile and look back at this sexy creature who’s holding my hand and pulling me toward a set of steps.
The guard standing in front of them gives him a small nod and he raises his chin in response. As we begin to ascend the steps, I realize this must be the VIP area. I glance back at Kayla to make sure she sees where I am heading. We once again lock eyes, and I know she knows where I’m going, which makes me feel a lot better. I am completely out of my comfort zone right now. While this guy is sexy and makes my body tingle all over, I have no idea who he is. He can be an axe murderer for all I know.