Chapter 52: Sex in the Club 2

Alan's POV

I exhaled deeply, almost going nuts as his breath fanned my face. He was looking at me straight in my eyes.

I gasped as his fingers digs in my skin, I felt hot, tipsy and giggling.

He was easing the pain in my heart. I'd blame it on the alcohol but I fucking wanted this man.

To make me forget about my nightmares.

I want to call out his name and have me fucked like a whore. I felt relaxed as he scooped me in his arms.

Though, I was shy as some curious eyes were flashing at us. The bartender had moved away too.

Darius was kissing me lavishly and I moaned softly and I could think of nothing else but his.

I terminated the long, breathtaking kiss while licking my wet lips that had his saliva and mine on it.

"Let's take this... somewhere more private" I whispered as his lips planted kisses on my neck.

My eyes scruntized the if anyone saw our reaction. Certainly not here, where the bartender serves.

"Yeah" he mutters softly that I could barely recognize his voice.

I felt his dick harden in his pant and I love to know I caused that. The thought of that made me feel great.

A sided smile curl on my face.

Tonight, he'd be mine and my apologies to Bryan but I'd be having his boyfriend for the night.

I felt his hands around my hips as he sucks his breath, he pinned his forehead with mine our face leaned against each other.

He ran his hand through my hair in a big, sweeping motion.

The sensations in my stomach, my chest, and my knees were intense.

The way our breathing changes shortly before the kiss.

I felt his hands on my arms, the texture of his pant.

We had no shirts on and it'll become trash here.

He began another kiss again. This was the moment i realise we've reached the point of no return.

He was fierce, raw, taking every soul in me and blowing off my mind. He took his mouth away and I licked my lips.

The feeling I was left with after the kiss. He carried me respectfully in his arms like a child as he squivel through the crowd with me.

The lights were dim and the music still plays. I was certain the bartender would cuss at us.

We fucking destroyed things on his counter with our long, erotic wild kiss.

I felt so special with the way Darius treated me.

I lean in as a visible blush appeared on my cheeks. My head rested lazily on his chest. I felt his heartbeat.

My arms were around his neck, I just didn't know where he was taking me to but all I knew, I was heated already.

I touched his exposed skin, sucking my lips.

He gave me a gaze that travels, taking in every aspect of my body.

His fingers plucking at my silk pant as his temperature rises.

I felt him opening a door with his body. It looked more like a romantic suite in this club.

So far, every moment we've spent together has been awesome, I won't lie but I wanted him soft on me.

If only he knew how much those little moments with him matter to me.

He have no idea how much my heart races when I see him.

I felt my body lights up, my fear mingling with his fury, my arousal tangling with his need.

I know, that there’s no more reason to fight it. Because this is Darius.

He might have torn my heart to pieces, but he still holds me like I’m the most precious thing in his world.

He kissed my cheek, my jaw, my ears, my body glued on him.

“Tell me what you feel.” he suddenly whispers in a deep low tone. I couldn't think of anything but him.

“I can’t explain it.” my words were breathless.

He flung me on the bed and my body bounced on it as I chuckled feeling the sensation already.

I sat upright, crawling closer to him as he was taking of his pant. His dick points at my face.

He leaned his body as I absorbed the feel of him. I grabbed his dick but he pushed me back to the bed.

"Hey wimp, I'd give order" he stated as I gulp hard, holding my dick in my pant.

He'd be getting on me as he had built an aching tension between us, the surge of desire.

As I laid on the bed, I admired the full length of his powerful physical.

"You have a beautiful cock" I said in a sultry whisper. I'd always wanted to tell him that.

"You’re turning me on so much right now" he growl as he rubs his cock with his palm.

Then he crawled on me and I was aflamed as his warm body curl on me allowing his cock in cushion against mine.

He took off my pant as I carved my hands on my chest and then run my fingers on his back.

Fuck, he was keeping me waiting and I couldn't help but I touch him.

It was funny how he flung my fingers from his skin, I moan, as he goad my dick with his hand.

"Don't touch me!" He brawl but I only chuckle hard and he scoffed at me. He pressed me against his dick and I could feel his primitive maleness.

Yeah...more like it.

Then I felt his fingers, he had slip two in it, digging me in and I moan frantically.

His body probe in a slow repetitive rhythm that panic.

His dick wasn't inside me but his fingers did the magic.

"Deeper, make me cum..." I yelped as tears brewed up in my eyes.

I was purring beneath his touch, my arms encroaches around him as the gentle persuasion of his kisses cause me to go up in smoke.

"Darius, please fuck me, pleeeese" I cried burying my shame of always begging him to stay away.

He grin at me and then grasped my knees and eased them apart.

"Nah, I'd torture to want me more" he growl in my ear as he stuck those fingers in my mouth.

The fingers were slimy, salty as I suck it. He pushed it out and rubbed the wet fingers on my face, like a lotion.

My thought became superfluous but one, that he fuck me. My cock was harden, plumb and swollen as he spreads my arms.