Preston

Rap music cranks through the speakers suspended from the ceiling of The Sixth Floor. The bass vibrates beneath my feet, sending a tremor up my legs. My dick is semi-hard, and it’s not from the sea of half-naked women which surrounds me. Because all I can see is Bex. She has no idea how sexy she can be without even trying.

Her anxious stares and nervous lip biting only make her more real. More my type. Most girls care about my name and what I have to offer them. Not Bex. I find myself lowering my guard around her, telling her things I wouldn’t confess to other girls.

For a split second, I even consider what it would be like to date her. Then I remember her dad’s rules. And his warning. I can’t jeopardize my spot on the team. She deserves better than me.

Bex slides her fingers up my arm, and now she has my undivided attention. Her skin is soft against mine. Flames lick my skin everywhere she touches, her fingers slowly navigating my bicep. She’s rough around the edges, but there’s a softer side to her. A side she keeps hidden.

I lick my lips, and the corners of her mouth curl up into a smile. Taking a sip from the beer in my hand, I suck down the last of it before setting it down on the bar.

“You promised me a dance,” I remind her.

She nods. “How could I forget?”

I take the beer from her and chug the rest of it, leaving it on the bar.

“Hey, I was drinking that,” she shouts over the music, and then smacks my arm.

I grab her hand and pull her into my chest, dragging her far enough into the crowd that we’re in the middle of the dance floor. Tilting her head back, she stares up at the bright strobe lights shining from one side of the room to the other. I watch as she admires the light show above us. She’s so beautiful I could look at her all day.

Hooking my arm around her back, I close the short distance between us. She presses her palms to my chest. Her bright blue eyes slice right through me. I lose myself in Bex. In this moment. Nothing around us matters anymore. Not the sweat-slick bodies rubbing against us or the wave of heat that rolls through the club like a thick fog.

When I look at Bex, I no longer see what we’re doing as wrong. I like that we’re forbidden to be together. Knowing there’s a risk of getting caught makes being with her even more exciting. I think she likes it, too.

A tiny smile crosses her lips as she slides her hands further down my chest, stopping at the hem of my jeans. Her fingers linger. My cock thickens the longer she touches me. My skin pricks with electricity when Bex slips one of her fingers below the waist of my pants.

Fuck, I can’t stand it anymore.

What is she doing to me? I’m two seconds away from bending her over. Her slow exploration of my body stops, and I instantly miss her touch. She steps back, almost bumping into the girl behind her. Making eye contact with me, she sways her hips to the music.

She wants me.

She wants me to watch her.

I want her.

I couldn’t look away even if I tried.

Because there’s nothing I want more than Bex.

Bex inches toward me, raising her hands above her head, as she rocks her hips to the now techno beat. My mouth falls open. I can’t believe my eyes. Bex Bryant has transformed into a different girl. She’s confident, more in charge of her body. This isn’t the same girl who fell from the bar. Not even close.

I reach down to fix my growing erection, and her eyes follow my hand. Her expression changes, as if she’s hungry and needs me to satisfy her craving. Bex turns around, with her back facing me. She rubs her ass on my thigh. As if to intentionally torture me, she takes her time moving her tight ass up and down my leg, making her way closer to my cock.

I’m rock hard now and definitely going home with blue balls if she keeps this up. But I don’t want her to stop. She leans back, her head on my chest, and peeks up at me without breaking stride. Reaching behind her, she grabs my hip, using me for support as she bends forward. She knows what she’s doing and doesn’t care.

Dropping low, she pushes her ass into me. I take that as an offering and palm her backside with my hands. For a girl who doubted herself about the dance contest, Bex sure has moves. And she sure as hell knows how to work each of her killer curves.

Moving one hand to her bare stomach, the other still on her ass, I bring her back to my height. In these heels, she’s only a few inches shorter than me. She’s so damn tall. I’ve never dated a girl I couldn’t tuck under my arm. 

I lean forward to whisper in her ear, and she stills from my breath on her skin. “Keep grinding on my dick like that, and I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Bex tilts her head back so that our eyes meet. Sweat dots her forehead, glistening on her skin. “Stop you from doing what?”

“You know what,” I growl, tracing my fingers over her well-defined ab muscles. “I’m trying to follow the rules.”

“Maybe I want to break them.” I stare at her, confused, and she continues, “Just for tonight.”

Is she serious?

Well, fuck me.

Literally.