Entwined among a mass of sweaty bodies, they were floodlit in neon possibility. She was grinding her ass against him. Timekeeping. He lifted her skirt and rubbed his hardened cock between her thigh gap, threatening entry.

The club’s pulse throbbed. It vibrated through muscle and bone. They were completely surrounded, yet all alone. Teeth cut into the glistening skin of her bare neck. She was drenching, soaked through her clothes.

Her heat rose alongside the building beat as the needy ache in her stomach swelled to a painful crescendo that shattered abruptly; when he pushed his entire length inside her with a single thrust, the bass dropped, hurling her into a rushing climax.