A/N Thank you for you reviews of Chapter 1, your support is appreciated xxx Again this is not beta'd, so please excuse any mistakes.
The characters belong to SM, I'm just getting them drugged out their faces lol xx
The song used in this chapter, if your interested is Burning Love by Critical Mass ( www . youtube watch ?v = 94EIL7PPaJM )
Previously...
"Thinking of me?" I hear a voice ask, quickly pulling me out of my stupor. I don't even need to turn around to know who it is. I know by the way my heart is thumping even wilder in my chest than it was to the music, and by the way every hair on my body is standing on end, pointing at him.
"Hmm...How'd you know?" I answer, breathlessly.
"Because Brown Eyes, your body sings to me. I've been watching you dance for the last few songs, and as soon as this song came on your moves changed and you mind wandered to last weekend, didn't it?" He whispers in my ear.
Instantly, my mind does jump back to our last encounter.
Chapter 2
His hot breath in my ear rouses me back from my reminiscing, to the here and now. The loud music thumping through the club's amps, sounds like a whisper compared to my wildly beating heart. I swear this man knows exactly what his proximity is doing to me, but there is no way he is getting to be in control tonight.
The main percentage of the music is happy hardcore in this club -a genre of music typified by a very fast tempo, coupled with solo vocals and sentimental lyrics- but on occasion DJ Joe plays a darker, harder dutch hardcore. With its distinctive distorted bass, and hard, fast, unmerciless beat, I have no option but to move. My shoulders pulse, my arms find their way into the air, and my hips are swaying and undulating to the punishing beat. As the lyrics are sung, I find myself slowing down, grinding my pelvis against the nameless, bronze boy who has leisurely moved forward as my dance progresses. Wrapping my arms around his neck and forcing his ear down to my mouth I sing the promising words into his ear;
"Come on and follow me,
To my wildest fantasy,
Come now and be with me,
Can you feel the energy
Of love, deep inside of me,
Can you feel the energy,
Of love,
Feel my burning love,
Feel my burning love"
He groans, as I continue on dancing to the song, repeating the words in his ear, as I run my hands up and down his body. Whoever says men can't get a hard on while on E, are talking from their arse, because my bronze-haired beauty is standing extremely proud for me.
Hooking my fingers into his belt loops, and tugging gently, I pull my willing man through the throng of dancers, into a very dark corner. I push him up against the wall as I crush my mouth to his, tongues twisting and teeth clashing. Fuck, I just can't get enough. Like magnets, we clamber to get closer to each other until I'm climbing up his body, and he's supporting me by the arse. Taking a brief moment to breathe, he licks up my neck and nibbles at my ear, as I quickly check that no-one is paying us any attention. My inhibitions are so much lower while I'm under the influence of the MDMA, but I'm not that brazen.
I love the feeling of his hands on my back as he gently rubs up and down my bare skin, sending my nerve ending haywire, and I have never been so thankful for skimpy clubbing clothes. I close my eyes and see dream-like versions of myself grinding up and down over his jean clad cock, it feels like a hallucination, but when I open my eyes and look into his pleasure dilated pupil, and his clenched jaw, I know its all so very real. Extracting myself from his arms, I slide down onto the floor by his feet. I run my hands up his thighs, aiming right for his zip and buttons. Knowing no-one else cares what I'm doing, I free his hard dick out, tightening my hand around the shaft and pumping a few times. He groans loudly, but it's only for my ears, as the loud music drowns him out. He closes his eyes allowing the feelings to over run him and I know from personal experience, it's like showering in happiness.
Intending on surprising him, I swiftly wrap my mouth around his shaft and quickly take him in, right to the back of my throat. He exhales in surprise, his eyes flashing open. Gazing up, I can't help but admire his beauty, even drugged, he has an appeal about him. Keeping eye contact with his, I start sucking hard, and bobbing up and down. Each time he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, giving a tighter sensation at every pass. It doesn't take long for him to get worked up and start thrusting into my mouth as he holds my head in place with his hand. I gently cup his balls and roll them in my hand, and that's his undoing as he comes forcefully into my mouth, causing it to run out the side. Promptly tucking him back into to his pants, I stand and wipe the excess from my mouth, and suck my fingers into my mouth, smirking. " Thanks for the snack," I say to him before turning and dancing my way through the crowd, leaving him speechless for a change.
Roll on next weekend...
A/N So, what did you think, should I keep this lemon-fest going?