male. I would definitely rub against that. I thought to myself then promptly moaned as my hips encountered nothing but air. Kay was just too short. And the wrong things were pressing against me.
Then she chuckled, joined by someone behind me. "You don't like my tits?" Kay was having trouble breathing she was laughing so hard and she moved away, while someone's strong chest pressed against my back, and I definitely wasn't feeling any tits there. I trembled in delight.
"Is that better?" Kay grinned evilly before she grazed her knuckles against the bulge in my pants making me hitch forward, only to be caught and pulled back by the person behind me.
Kay moved away for whatever reason, quickly catching another guy to dance with, but to be honest, I paid little attention to her. My senses were filled with a somewhat familiar scent, the large arms cradling me against a rock hard chest and the huge thigh that had found its way between my legs. I looked down and squeezed with my own thighs. "So strong," I mumbled.
"Is this what you wanted?" the voice whispered and I shivered in anticipation.
"Yes. It's perfect," I hissed as I pushed my chest forward but rubbed my ass against the hard cock behind me. I reached up as I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the man's shoulder, pressed my face against his smooth cheek.
"You're perfect. So hot." I felt the burning tongue against my jaw and finally connected my hand to the man's smooth head. I pulled him harder against me, wanting more of him.
"You're gonna be the death of me." He wrapped his hands around my waist, making me feel almost tiny.
"That's all right. Lil' death is always welcome," I told him, thinking how I was already halfway there.
His chest almost vibrated against me as he laughed, and I whined, shivering when he touched my overheated skin with the tips of his fingers. "It would be so good, too. Your taste on my lips, the moans under me as I broke you apart." The voice almost had me coming I was so hard.
"Get on with it!" I shouted, frustrated and turned in his arms to look at him. Only I wasn't quite prepared for the familiar sight.
My throat dried up, and I gaped like a fish. Adam, half lidded, watching me as if I'd brought him the moon had my heart skipping a beat. He was even more beautiful under the colorful light, and I had no idea he actually hid such a strong body under his clothes. I shivered beneath his gaze but was hardly willing to move away.
"What do you need?" Adam leaned down, sliding his smooth cheek against mine.
Without even picking my words, I blurted out my desire. "You."
Adam's smile had my alcohol addled mind melting and I leaned into him again, my erection all but forgotten.
Chapter Eight
Adam
I was supposed to meet with a couple of my friends but ended up coming to the club early just to pass the time. The music was good, a few guys even worth checking out so I took a seat at the bar, drank and crowd gazed until Alex and Ray stumbled their way inside. They were already tipsy and caught the attention of their fans if the couple of people stopping them were anything to go by.
I shook my head and downed my drink, ordering another just to keep up. They were younger than me and still played hockey and while I did my best not to watch every game, I did know they'd won a couple of nights ago. It's been a few years since the last time I saw them, and I was happy for the opportunity.
"Herty! Isn't there an age limit to this club?" Ray punched me in the shoulder as he dropped down in the seat next to me.
"Piss off," I told him with a grin.
"That's the man we remember." Alex wrapped his arm around my head and pulled me to his side.
"I'm not as tough as I used to be, go easy on me." I pushed two fingers under his ribs, making him let go.
"So what have you been up to? None of the boys had any work done lately and that seems to be the only way we can get any news about you." Ray complained just before ordering a drink.
"You know, marking
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