When he nips my bottom lip, I gasp, and he thrusts his tongue against mine. He swallows my moan. His hand grips the bottom of my dress and begins to slide it up. The music changes to a song with more bass, and we remember we’re in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Ben presses his forehead against mine as I continue to grind against him.
“Lexi, are you sure this is what you want?” His voice is hoarse and tells me he wants me as much as I want him. I stare at him, and he looks just as nervous as I am. This time my heart and brain have caught up with my body.
“Yes.”
He grabs my hand and leads me off the dance floor toward the bathroom. My internal monologue is screaming at me, Are you about to have sex with someone you just met moments ago in the bathroom of a dance club? Ben opens the door slightly to check it’s empty. He then pulls me into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. I stare at his gorgeous figure. Oh, hell yes, this is about to happen. I attack his mouth with my own, pushing him up against the door with a loud thud.
Without breaking our kiss, I reach for his belt, undoing the loop. When I go to unbutton his pants to free his hard cock, Ben surprises me by swinging me around so my back presses firmly up against the door. Hopefully, no one is on the other side because I am pretty sure they would have heard that loud thump, even over the music.
He weaves his fingers into my hair, tugging on the locks so that my head tilts upward. He takes advantage of my movement by deepening the kiss. I wrap my leg around his waist. One hand meticulously drags down my body to my thigh, aligning my center with his erection. When he pulls my dress up, bunching it around my waist, I throw my head back. It is currently swirling with how much I want this man—no, how much I need this man. It has been so long since I’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t courtesy of my fingers or toys.
His fingers graze over my soaked panties, the moisture seeping through the material. He slides the material to the side and drags a finger over my drenched slit.
Ben groans, placing his forehead against mine. “I hoped I would find you wet, but hot damn, baby, you’re soaked.” He doesn’t hesitate sliding two fingers inside me, and I already feel the orgasm begin to rip through me. His fingers slide in and out as his lips lick, nip, and suck my skin along my collarbone.
“Mmm,” he hums against my skin. My pussy walls contract against his fingers, but just as I’m about to come, he pulls his fingers from me.
I whine at the loss of his touch. I open my eyes to say “what the hell” when I see him undoing his pants, freeing his cock. Holy shit, there is no way that thing is going fit inside me. He reaches down for his wallet to retrieve a condom as I squirm my thighs together, needing some sort of friction in hopes of seeking the much-needed release.
Ben’s eyes meet mine, and a devilish smirk appears on his lips. “Spread your legs, Lex. Only I get to make you come.”
His stern voice and dirty words unleash something inside me.
Once the condom is on, Ben reaches behind my thighs, hoisting me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. While one hand clings to his shoulder, I thread my fingers of the other hand through his dark locks, tugging on the ends and pull him into a searing kiss. A kiss I feel all the way down to my core with a new layer of wetness seeping out of me.
“You are so fucking sexy, Lexi,” he breathes against my lips before claiming them again. I know there is no way I won’t be walking out of here with my lips swollen—both of them.
Ben lines up his cock to my entrance, teasing me as he drags it up and down my slit, coating the condom with my arousal. Without warning, he thrusts into me, and I cry out. He slowly pulls out so that just the tip is still seated within me before shoving his cock back deep inside me. He kisses me feverishly, and I moan loudly into his mouth as his thumb finds my clit, rotating in a circular motion.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I moan, and suddenly he stops thrusting and pulls out of me.
“Not yet.” He moves us from the door to the counter. The perk about meeting in one of the hottest dance clubs in town? The luxurious bathrooms. He sets my bare ass on the counter and spreads my legs wide as he lowers himself. He latches onto my clit, sucking on my little bundle of nerves, and then he inserts a finger. “I want to taste you,” he murmurs, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. I slap the mirror behind me with one hand, thankfully not hard enough to shatter or damage it, while the other grips on to the counter as Ben laps up my orgasm.
He doesn’t even give me time to recuperate because he’s standing and sliding his cock back inside me. And he doesn’t stop. I come, and I come again before he buries his face into my neck, groaning as he finds his own release. The brush of his facial hair tickles my skin. He slowly pulls back, both of us breathless as we stare into each other’s eyes. Did this really happen? Did I just have sex with a stranger in the bathroom of a nightclub? I don’t know anything about this man—he could be a serial killer for fuck’s sake.
Ben removes the condom and tucks himself away. He tosses the condom in the trash and walks back over to me. I am sliding off the counter, adjusting my panties and dress, when he stands in front of me, caging me in. He cups the back of my neck and kisses me. I taste my release on his tongue. When he pulls back, he places his forehead against mine. “I know you’re in the VIP section with your friends, but will you come back to my section for a drink?”
I nibble on my lip, unsure. He traces my bottom lip that is stuck between my teeth, releasing it. “Meet me upstairs, Lex.” His eyes plead with me.
I don’t know if it’s the postorgasm haze or the way this man messes with my thoughts, but I nod. “Okay. But let me freshen up first.”
He kisses my cheek, lingering just a moment longer than necessary before he unlocks the door and exits. I spin, facing the mirror. My makeup is smeared with sweat, and my hair is a mess. As Brynn would say, I look thoroughly fucked. Can I go out there and have a drink as if I didn’t just let this stranger fuck the hell out of me?
I run cold water on a paper towel and dab my face, fixing the messed-up makeup. This guy—from the moment he walked up to me on the dance floor, I felt a pull to him. My skin feels hot, too hot. I can’t believe I had sex with someone I haven’t even known an hour—that’s not like me. I can count on one hand the number of people I have had sex with, and none of them was ever like this.
The blood pounds in my ears as I grip the countertop, looking down at my feet. My heart thuds in my chest to the same beat of the music. This is all too much. I close my eyes and count to three, trying to relax my breathing. When I return my gaze to my reflection, my eyes swim with tears that I refuse to let spill over.
I need to get out of here. Thankful I still have my clutch and phone, I quickly text Hadley.
Me: Not feeling so well. Guess the champagne caught up to me. Heading home. See you tomorrow.
With my phone back in my clutch, I open the door and make sure the coast is clear and that Ben or my friends aren’t waiting for me and quickly make my escape. I grab a taxi sitting out front and don’t look back.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand startles me as I stare at the darkness in my bedroom. I managed to get changed out of my dress and into an oversized WCU T-shirt and gym shorts before I broke down crying. My shoes are scattered somewhere in my living room. At least I managed to get my phone on the charger.