I let my eyes flutter closed as his teeth sink into my neck. The hint of pain calls all my attention. It wakes up all my nerves so that the next time he strokes me, I feel more pleasure.
I feel more, period.
"Harder," I groan into his ear.
I need more of him.
I need all of him.
He pushes my panties aside. I suck in a shallow breath and look into his eyes. I'm buzzing with anticipation. I need him more than I've ever needed anything.
"Please." I dig my fingers into his skin.
He nods, his eyes glued to mine, and he stokes me with his thumb. He teases me with one finger. Two.
He slides his fingers inside me.
Pleasure pools in my pelvis.
With the next motion of his fingers, I forget about everything but how badly I want to come.
Tension in my core knots. Those strong, calloused fingers are magic. The friction is driving me out of my mind.
I suck on his neck as he fucks me with his fingers. There. I'm at the edge. Everything that isn't pleasure fades away. The music blurs together. The lights of the club blur together. I feel only the pressure of his fingers.
I taste only his skin.
There. With the next thrust of his fingers, I come. I groan into his mouth. That's not enough. I have to break free of it. I have to bring my lips to his ear so I can groan his name.
The orgasm is heavy and intense. I shake as my sex pulses. Pleasure spreads through my torso.
Every part of me is awake and alive and every part of me feels good.
But that isn't enough.
He needs to feel good too.
I guide Ethan's hand to my chest and I press my hips against his.
He's hard.
I cup him over his jeans. "I want you too."
"Later."
I shake my head. My eyes find his. "I want you in my mouth."
Hunger fills his eyes.
Damn, the way he's looking at me with this mix of need and adoration makes me want to go again.
"Saw an empty room." He slides his hand around my waist and guides me through the dance floor.
There's a private room in the corner. At least, the small window in the door makes it look private. The window offers a pretty nice view. We'll be on display if anyone wants to look.
This is dangerous. Not as dangerous as the feelings stirring in my stomach but dangerous none the less.
His eyes find mine as his fingers curl around the door handle. There's an offer in his eyes. He's checking to make sure I'm still game.