Unexpected Arrivals(22)
“You want to do what?” Cora wasn’t quite as easy to convince as I had been. “James, are you insane?”
“It’s not like I think we should make a habit of it. I just thought it would be fun for one night.”
“You have to work tomorrow.” I could tell by the expression on her face that she’d shrieked that last part. The music was loud, so I hadn’t actually heard the inflection in her tone.
“And you have school, what’s your point?” I took her hands and kissed her knuckles. “We always play it safe. For once, how about we let go?”
God, I could be the star of the next Oxygen movie against peer pressure.
She laughed and threw her hands in the air. “What the hell, why not?” Two shots had apparently liberated her more than I’d thought they would.
Turning back to the dealer behind the bar, I purchased two blue pills with a picture stamped on them. “Smurfs,” he said with a grin as though that should mean something to me. “House special.”
I jerked my head up in acknowledgment, trying not to appear ignorant. Everyone else here seemed to be having a phenomenal time. Cora opened her mouth, and I dropped the tablet on her tongue. Then I handed her a shot before mirroring her actions. Together, we swallowed the pills with the liquor and made our way to the dance floor.
“Promise you won’t let go?”
“Why would I?” Her question caught me off guard.
“I just don’t know what to expect. I need to be certain you’ll be with me through whatever happens.”
The right side of my mouth tipped up in a quirky grin. With my eyebrows raised, I caught her eyes and then scanned the crowd. “By the looks of it, you can expect a good time. And I promise, I won’t let you go.”
She finally saw what I’d been staring at since we walked through the entrance. Everyone here was in love—with the music, the beat, the lights, the bar, the drugs. One thing or another had them all captivated and very friendly.
I hadn’t noticed the sensation creep up on me: the warmth, the heightened tingles brought on by human contact, the halos around everything that glowed. It wasn’t until Cora pressed tightly against my front, reached up and pulled my head down, that it occurred to me just how intoxicated I was. Her lips were like heaven, though her tongue immediately sent sparks to my dick. It was slow and methodical, the build increasing the desire I had pressed against her. The sexual urge was nothing compared to the spiritual connection. Our bodies were fused at the mouth, and our unity was like a religion.
With each song that played, the music got better, and we got closer to the darker perimeter of the dance floor. Our hands roamed each other and anyone near us in an all-out gropefest. I’d never liked strangers touching me, though here, even the random dude brushing up against me as he took a spot against the wall was euphoric. Strategically placed shadows provided hiding places for club goers to enjoy themselves. I couldn’t speak for Cora—and she hadn’t said a word—but I’d never felt so alive in the dark. My fingers ran under her blouse and beneath her bra while hers dipped into my jeans to find my length. There, with hundreds of people surrounding us, we explored the other like we had in the privacy of our bedroom so many times, yet every bit of skin felt different than before.
We inched into a corner. With her back to the wall, I shielded her from prying eyes—not that anyone paid the slightest bit of attention to what we were doing. There was a riser that ran the edge of the room that was maybe six inches high and just wide enough for one person to stand on, and it put Cora at the perfect height for me to take advantage of her. The moment she released the zipper of my jeans, I dropped my hands from the sides of her head to her ass. She freed my dick, while my shirt covered her working it. In a twist of determination I doubted I could ever duplicate, I eased her panties to the side and held them there while I kneaded her ass. She made no attempt to stop me when I took her mouth with mine and then situated myself between her legs. She finally let go after lining the head up with her heated entrance. Cora allowed me to support her weight in my hands until she’d wrapped her legs around my waist and forced me deep inside her pussy.
I was so focused on the pleasure she brought, I forgot about the fact that I was fucking my girlfriend against a wall in a packed club. My hips moved with the undertones of the music. What we were doing was more than intercourse, it was beautiful and something everyone should experience. Her head remained tucked into the crook of my neck, the moisture from her breathing tickled my skin, and when she spoke in a deep groan, I thought I’d rip her apart with my thrusts. They only served to drive her higher, almost to another dimension. And the longer it went, the further away an orgasm became. Unlike having sex sober, I wasn’t chasing the peak—I was basking in the climb.
My jaw clenched, and my muscles ached. Cora hadn’t had the inability to climax and had rung that little bell twice while I made love to her against the wall. It was primal and animalistic, but at the heart of human existence, what we were made to do—except maybe not in a club. I didn’t have any idea how long we’d been here or what time it was, but I was ready to go home. My high had plateaued, and while I still enjoyed it, I’d rather be wrapped up in my bed with my girl without the possibility of someone watching me fuck her like we were stars in an adult video.
Even that desire hadn’t stopped my continual pursuit of her pussy. And this place was like Vegas—there were no windows and no clocks—meaning tomorrow could have come and gone. My mouth was desperate for water, but I was clueless on how to break free from the bond between us to get it. It seemed the instant my mind had wandered from what I was feeling to what I desired, my pace slowed, and all I could imagine was how good cool liquid would feel running down my throat.