Deeply Intoxicated

The dance floor was packed. Dizzying strobe lights flashed, piercing through the multicolored smoke and bubbles filling the air. Kiara’s body swayed and ground to the sensual rhythm of the music. She hadn’t had a drop to drink, but tonight, the strange, intense heat coursing through her veins made her feel more intoxicated than alcohol ever could.

She was sandwiched between two men who were matching her every move.

They were both tall, well-built, and incredibly good-looking. One had fair skin, while the other boasted a perfect tan. One was clean-shaven; the taller of the two sported a rugged stubble. And one of them was definitely a better dancer.

Kiara swayed her hips. One of the men gripped her waist, grinding his pelvis flush against her backside. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, quickly melting into a moan. She had no idea which of the two men it was. All she knew was that she loved the way he held her. The graze of his skin burned hotter, and the feel of his breath fanning her neck made her heart hammer wildly against her ribs. He was awakening a primal, overwhelming lust inside her.

Before she knew it, Kiara realized she was dancing with only one man. His lips trailed heated kisses down her nape, and most importantly, she was shamelessly rolling her hips and rubbing herself against his erection. She could feel him pulsating through his clothes. Hard. Hot.

His hand wrapped possessively around her throat as they continued to grind in perfect sync. Smoothly, his touch trailed down to her chin, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. Almost instinctively, she parted her lips, darting her tongue out to taste his long finger.

Kiara heard him groan against her ear. “You’re so hot.”

She recognized that voice. She was about to speak, but he slid his finger right into her mouth.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

And she hungrily suckled his finger like there was no tomorrow. On instinct, one of her hands reached for his free hand, guiding it up to her breast. A muffled whimper escaped around his finger as he began to squeeze and knead her curves. She pressed his palm harder against herself, struck by a painful, desperate urge to feel his hand directly against her bare skin. Her peaks ached for his attention, and a heavy, slick heat began pooling between her thighs. She wanted more. More of this. More of him...

He abruptly spun her around, and she gasped when she finally saw exactly who she had been dancing with.

Kiara swallowed hard as the man gripped her backside, pulling her flush against his hard frame. He stepped into her space, sliding his leg right between hers. Another soft moan fell from her lips as the sweet ache at her center pressed heavily against his muscular thigh.

He flexed his thigh, a silent command for her to ride against it. And she obliged. She rolled her hips against his leg, grinding into him until she was burning up with feverish need.

The man finally spoke. “Let’s get out of here.”