Chapter Thirteen

Ricardo

His mouth traveled down my neck, licking and lightly biting, drawing an involuntary moan from my lips. Jordan slid his leg between mine, rubbing his thigh against my arousal.

I had never imagined a song could be so sexy until that moment.

I wanted to do so many things at that moment, but I didn't know exactly what. I was lost in a haze of desire and pleasure.

His hands slid down to my buttocks, squeezing them and pressing his body closer to mine.

I desperately needed to feel his skin, so I slipped my hands inside his shirt, feeling his muscles. His skin was also goosebumped, satisfying me. I affected him as much as he affected me.

Suddenly, the nightclub lights went out, but the music continued. It had changed, but I hadn't noticed until then.

Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. The lights began to flicker, making my vision uncomfortable.

We entered a corridor next to the bar that resembled a tunnel. The music continued to resonate, but I could only hear the frantic beats of my heart.

We entered one of the doors that seemed to be a pantry. Before I could ask anything, I was pulled into his arms and kissed again.

—I need to touch you, Ricardo,— he whispered. —To touch you in a way I can't do in public.—

His needy tone threw away the little sanity I still had. I pulled his shirt up until I removed it, while he opened mine.

Our bare skins touched, increasing my desire for him even more.

His hand slid down my chest to the waistband of my pants. He rubbed his hand over my erection through the fabric, and I mimicked his gesture.

I felt his member throbbing over his clothes, and all I wanted was to touch it directly.

I opened his pants enough to pull out his member. I began to masturbate him, eliciting moans from his mouth.

He also removed my member from my pants and joined it with his, placing his hand over mine and began to masturbate them together.

—How delicious you are, Ricardo. I want to taste you completely.—

Each word he said only increased my desire more.

—Don't run away from me anymore,— he whispered in my mouth.

I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't say a word.

As he sped up, I melted more. My head simply stopped working, and I could only feel that intense pleasure.

I was so suffocated with desire that I moved my mouth away from his in search of air.

His tongue started licking my neck with great force, as if he were going to tear off my skin.

I felt his teeth brushing my collarbone until he gave a light bite there.

He was devouring me. Enjoying every bit of his mouth he could reach.

The climax began to dominate my body and I began to moan uncontrollably. Realizing this, he increased the pace and made me cum in his hand. As soon as he felt my semen falling in his hand, he pressed our members together and came right after.

Right after coming, I felt my body limp and my legs weak.

I unconsciously supported my forehead on his shoulder.

As I tried to recover, I felt soft kisses on the side of my face and his hands caressing my back.

My sanity returned to my body almost like a possession.

What the hell had I done?

I pushed him away, but I could only push him a few steps away.

At the time, I felt his body tense up and the atmosphere change.

I felt extremely embarrassed.

How would I get out of there without being seen?

I closed my pants and buttoned my shirt, leaving it out of my pants in an attempt to hide the evidence.

—Aren't you going to say anything?— Jordan said irritably. —Are you just going to turn your back and leave?—

—Jordan, I've given you what you wanted,— I said trying to stay calm. —There's no need to play the good guy. It was good. We came. Now as two adults, let's go home and get on with our lives.—

—Are you serious?—

—Like a heart attack.— I straightened my shirt as best I could and headed for the door.

—You can pretend all you want that what just happened was nothing, but your body doesn't lie.—

—Think what you want. This ends here.—

Before I left the door, I heard him say.

—Dream on. I love a challenge.—

His sentence sounded more like a promise.

And Beast was the kind of guy who wouldn't give up. I just needed to know if I was strong enough to fight back.