Luckily, he must have been madly in love with his future wife because he danced around us but with no one in particular.
I began moving with the music and as soon as Candy Shop by 50 Cent came on, I was lost to the music. I loved that song and was surprised when Tate kept up with the moves. There was something about a tall, muscled man getting down with the music that was just downright sexy. I couldn’t help but grin as I felt him dance behind me. He stayed behind me during the next song, Dirty Dancer by Enrique Iglesias, and he pulled me into his chest and kept a hand just below my breasts. He moved with the rhythm and I could feel his arousal pushing up against my ass. We didn’t say a word to each other while on the dance floor and we didn’t have to. He wanted me. I kept thinking that we could go back upstairs for a reunion, but instantly felt a twinge of guilt. I brushed it off as nothing and tried to let the music drown out any unwelcome thoughts. I knew Tate would be a good time and he was amazing in bed. I just hoped we could still have the same arrangement as two years ago without him wanting more. I was worried about that from what he had talked to me about earlier, but figured I would address the issue when it became one.
We separated a little as the song came to an end and I was able to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. A little encouragement never hurt anyone, right? He slid his hands from my shoulders down to my wrists and held me close. He kissed me with tongue that time and I could hear the beginning of Gorilla by Bruno Mars come over the speakers and I couldn’t help but start dancing again. Turning back around so my ass was pressed against the bulge in his pants, I felt hands on my hips and a rock hard chest against my back. It was my favorite song at the time and I couldn’t help but get turned on by the lyrics and Bruno’s seductive voice. He ground into me slowly and almost intimately with the rhythm of the music. Looking up, everyone seemed to be turned on by the song as many were grinding up against someone.
I briefly lost his touch behind me but soon felt his fingers snake their way to my stomach, heading even lower and I heard a growl as he skimmed over my pussy. He whispered so low, “Are you wet for me right now, baby?” Without putting much thought into it, I grabbed his hand and put it back over my mound and applied pressure to encourage him. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to get back to the room, strip out of my dress, and lose myself in him.
He pushed his hips against mine with a thrust and I couldn’t help but gasp. Through his jeans, I could feel his massive erection. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment. His hands were all over me, moving in motion with me. He nipped my ear with his teeth, sucking on it gently afterward.
“Upstairs. I can’t wait any longer to strip you bare and fuck you so hard you’ll remember me every time you take a step tomorrow.”
I know that voice. Ryder .
With how loud it was, in addition to me being consumed by the music, I wondered how long he had been behind me without recognizing the small differences between Tate’s and Ryder’s body behind me and his seductive voice compared to Tate’s carefree one. My body responded before it registered with my brain and I was pooling with desire, yet frozen and unable to turn around. It must be the alcohol. He wouldn’t be in Vegas and sure as hell wouldn’t be in the same club as me.
I could feel his jaw clench against my ear when he demanded, “Now, Payton.” He took my hand and led me out of the club. How in the holy hell did he find me here? Didn’t he know I left to get away from him?
“Wh-What are you doing here, Ryder? Shouldn’t you be finishing up your business trip?”
“My trip brought me to Vegas for the night. Show me to your room.”
He was short with his
I began moving with the music and as soon as Candy Shop by 50 Cent came on, I was lost to the music. I loved that song and was surprised when Tate kept up with the moves. There was something about a tall, muscled man getting down with the music that was just downright sexy. I couldn’t help but grin as I felt him dance behind me. He stayed behind me during the next song, Dirty Dancer by Enrique Iglesias, and he pulled me into his chest and kept a hand just below my breasts. He moved with the rhythm and I could feel his arousal pushing up against my ass. We didn’t say a word to each other while on the dance floor and we didn’t have to. He wanted me. I kept thinking that we could go back upstairs for a reunion, but instantly felt a twinge of guilt. I brushed it off as nothing and tried to let the music drown out any unwelcome thoughts. I knew Tate would be a good time and he was amazing in bed. I just hoped we could still have the same arrangement as two years ago without him wanting more. I was worried about that from what he had talked to me about earlier, but figured I would address the issue when it became one.
We separated a little as the song came to an end and I was able to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. A little encouragement never hurt anyone, right? He slid his hands from my shoulders down to my wrists and held me close. He kissed me with tongue that time and I could hear the beginning of Gorilla by Bruno Mars come over the speakers and I couldn’t help but start dancing again. Turning back around so my ass was pressed against the bulge in his pants, I felt hands on my hips and a rock hard chest against my back. It was my favorite song at the time and I couldn’t help but get turned on by the lyrics and Bruno’s seductive voice. He ground into me slowly and almost intimately with the rhythm of the music. Looking up, everyone seemed to be turned on by the song as many were grinding up against someone.
I briefly lost his touch behind me but soon felt his fingers snake their way to my stomach, heading even lower and I heard a growl as he skimmed over my pussy. He whispered so low, “Are you wet for me right now, baby?” Without putting much thought into it, I grabbed his hand and put it back over my mound and applied pressure to encourage him. I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait to get back to the room, strip out of my dress, and lose myself in him.
He pushed his hips against mine with a thrust and I couldn’t help but gasp. Through his jeans, I could feel his massive erection. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment. His hands were all over me, moving in motion with me. He nipped my ear with his teeth, sucking on it gently afterward.
“Upstairs. I can’t wait any longer to strip you bare and fuck you so hard you’ll remember me every time you take a step tomorrow.”
I know that voice. Ryder .
With how loud it was, in addition to me being consumed by the music, I wondered how long he had been behind me without recognizing the small differences between Tate’s and Ryder’s body behind me and his seductive voice compared to Tate’s carefree one. My body responded before it registered with my brain and I was pooling with desire, yet frozen and unable to turn around. It must be the alcohol. He wouldn’t be in Vegas and sure as hell wouldn’t be in the same club as me.
I could feel his jaw clench against my ear when he demanded, “Now, Payton.” He took my hand and led me out of the club. How in the holy hell did he find me here? Didn’t he know I left to get away from him?
“Wh-What are you doing here, Ryder? Shouldn’t you be finishing up your business trip?”
“My trip brought me to Vegas for the night. Show me to your room.”
He was short with his
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