Chapter Twenty-One

Victor

I'd lost track of time in the crowded club with the lighting geared to mimic nighttime from the get-go. In the charged atmosphere, my skin buzzed as all the tiny hairs danced in time to music. I imagined it was like taking drugs with how high I was feeling. With Denton plastered against my back, his scent surrounding me, it was one of the best days of my life. A sensation I never wanted to end.

My clothes clung to my skin from dancing. I'd lost sight of everyone else after we'd snagged a table and some seats. Once my feet hit the dance floor, I'd not wanted to leave. I'd pushed my way to the front of the stage, not wanting to miss a moment of the second show Kylie was putting on.

She'd performed earlier in the afternoon, which had been fun, granted, but was a little more sedate than what was happening now. Earlier, she'd chatted more and encouraged folks to ask her questions, which was fun but nothing like the full on disco party atmosphere she had rocking now.

The ship had decorated the club in the colors of the rainbow flags. Everything from the seating, decorations, the bars, the servers, right down to the glasses being used had a Pride theme. It was a rainbow explosion and Kylie was right there in the middle of it, looking amazing. Her rainbow dress, slit from ankle to thigh, hugged every curve the woman had. I wasn't into women but she looked fantastic and sounded great as she performed on the stage with dancers wearing nothing but tight rainbow shorts.

They were incredible, all of them, flexible in ways I could only imagine, but Kylie stole the spotlight. Hands down, she was the star.

Denton"s hands moved from my shoulders and slid down to rest on my hips, bringing me back to nestle my ass against his cock. A cock that was showing signs it wasn't as interested in Kylie by the way it thickened as I rocked against the firming flesh. My attention wavered from Kylie, who really was like the icing on the best cake ever, but she couldn't compete with an aroused Denton. Sorry Kylie!

It felt surreal as shivers of desire ran through me, distracting me from singing the lyrics. I"ll forgive and forget, if you say you"ll never go, "cause it"s true what they say, it"s better the devil you know, I sang loudly and off key as one of Denton's hands cupped my cock and gave it a hard squeeze.

Hot breath ghosted my ear as lips touched the shell. "Having fun?"

I shuddered and groaned as he rocked forward, his cock stroking between my ass cheeks right as he trailed his fingers up the outside of my shorts against the straining fabric.

"Yeah…" I panted through the next wave of pleasure.

If I had to choose between this amazing man and getting to experience my first concert with one of my idols, it was an almost impossible choice… almost. I'd never had the money for such frivolity to see a group or singer live. Right now, granted, I was in seventh heaven. Yet, the way my body hummed with the beat of the music was more to do with the man who dipped a finger inside the front of my shorts to tease the head of my cock where it peaked out of my boxes.

He used my pre-cum to slide the roughened tip of his finger over the head of my cock. The roughness gave me a thrill as he used my own essence to glide back and forth. My breathing grew labored as my ass clenched and I squeezed the cock thrusting up against my ass in the darkened, crazily noisy room.

I wasn't an exhibitionist, and I was clueless to the possibility that someone might be watching us. It should have shocked me that I couldn't find it in me to stop him. To stop myself from rolling my hips forward, to feel the glide of his skin touching mine. It was too fucking thrilling. So much so, my balls tightened enough I thought I might come in a room full of men for the first time.

"Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look right now?" Denton murmured huskily, right next to my ear.

I shuddered, feeling the impact of his words lodging right in my balls as my heart thrummed along so fast, it could have done my inner chest wall an injury.

"No," I gasped when I could catch my next breath, unsure whether he actually heard me.

"You are," he murmured into my ear, then his mouth traveled down my neck to where he'd marked my skin.

How he'd marked me flooded my mind and my senses careened over the fucking cliff at a dangerous speed. I was out of control in the best way ever, which left me chasing the feeling.

His teeth teased the spot while he slipped his entire hand into my shorts, causing me to chug in air like I'd gotten trapped in an airless room.

"I want to take you back to our room and see you do that slut drop move again…" he bit a little harder at the skin and my knees weakened, "and again."

The words floated past my lust haze, or I thought that's what he was saying. It was hard to tell with how focused I was on the cock pulsing hard enough I felt it against my ass. The groan that came out as more of a strangled moan of delight could have been his or mine when his lips vibrated against my neck.

Kylie was singing her heart out, I was sure of it. The surrounding crowd was singing right along with her, but the words made no sense when all I could focus on was Denton. He increased the pace of his strokes as he worked my cock, sending me spiraling ever closer to an outcome that was gonna leave me with sticky shorts in a crowded room. Did I care?

Fuck, no.

I rocked into his touch, moaning and shuddering through the waves of pleasure as my vision wavered.

He licked a path back to my ear and murmured sexily, "I wanna feel you come all over my fingers, so I can taste you right here and now."

Shudder after shudder wracked my entire frame as he tugged on my cock and got what he wanted. I gasped and shut out the world as ribbons of cum covered his fingers in hot pelts. On and on my body gave this man what he wanted. There was nothing I wouldn't do for him and even as a distant part of me registered how that had gotten me into trouble in the past, I acknowledged Denton was different. He offered me the kind of love that didn't come with restrictions. Not a boundary that would take away my freedom to choose. Here, I understood if I'd wanted him to stop, he would have.

My spent cock attempted another spurt at that deep understanding. He would do anything for me. A sob caught in my throat, so unexpected I couldn't catch my breath at the rise of emotions.

Immediately, the hand down my shorts disappeared and there was Denton looking at me with eyes clouded with concern. Despite one hand covered in cum, Denton cupped my cheeks, holding my watery gaze. "What is it, love? Was this too much? I'm sorry."

I pressed a finger to his lips, needing a moment to pull myself together. "I love you," I finally managed.

"I love you, too," he said against my finger, barely loud enough for me to hear. "But what did I do wrong?"

I chuckled, I couldn't stop it even with his serious expression. Then I gave in and went with the cheeky response that was there on the tip of my tongue. "What, besides rubbing my cum over my cheek?"

He froze, which in the crowded space was hard. "Happy tears?"

"Happy tears," I replied.

With a sultry smile, Denton's gaze moved to the hand smearing my face. His lips trembled, right before he leaned in, removed his hand, and licked the cum off my skin.

"Fuck that's hot," someone said, loud enough that I blushed and avoided looking toward where the voice came from, positive he was talking about me and Denton.

An internal wave of heat hit that had nothing to do with the packed room or the dancing I'd been doing. Had he witnessed me coming?

Denton didn't appear to have any such issue with the guy seeing what we'd done. The smile he wore sent tendrils of fresh desire straight to my cock. It was predatory. Wicked. "Not as hot as he tastes," he shouted out.

"Can I taste," I heard.

Oh gods!

"Over my dead body," was Denton's reply before he looked back at me, "the only person tasting Vic is me." More darts of desire hit their target with great accuracy, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from begging to leave. It was too soon, right?

"Wanna leave?" Denton shouted, reaching for my hand, tugging me closer, so I got a reminder of his body's reaction to what we'd been doing.

"Hell, yeah." I squeezed his hand so hard I knew he had to feel my desperation.

Back was the wickedness of moments ago and my cock was totally on board with that. My ass… well, I wasn't asking for its opinion.

"Right answer," he stated in a sexy drawl.

Who was going to turn down a naked Denton with his enormous cock? Not me! So yeah, it was the right fucking answer, because it was the only answer.