NIGHT LIGHT

PROLOGUE.

A/N: Hi Loves, I'm back again with another story. I hope you enjoy this one. I will try to upload as regularly as I can, so please bear with me. (I am still working on the first story. as well). Thank you, and Happy Reading.    😊

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Mix POV

The club was hot and sweaty the music pulsating. Scantily clad bodies pressed, twirled, and ground themselves against each other.

All cares of the outside world abandoned for the escape of drunken stupors.

"Fuck that asshole!" The slamming of the fifth glass of whiskey would have reverberated through the club, if not for the mass of bodies and strong bass muffling the sound.

Mix left his bar stool, deciding that drinking wasn't enough for tonight. He needed to move, he needed to feel something more.

Bump..

Mix stumbled backwards "Hey! Asshole! you should apologise when you bump into somebody." Looking up from dusting off his clothes, meeting a brick wall of chest belonging to a tall, dark handsome stranger.

"Ordinarily I would, but when the drunk 'asshole' bumps into me, they should apologise first." The music continued to pump through their anatomy as they continued to observe each other.

          The outline of broad shoulders finely concealed within his navy-blue pinstripe tailored suit, that conformed neatly around his muscles as he moved. The open lapel of his shirt briefly highlighted whispers of a chiselled torso underneath.

A calm confidence surrounded him as he gazed into Mix's large round soft brown eyes.

  Mix took on a defiant manner, as he returned the intense gaze. "It's alright if you're too arrogant to apologise, I realise that it's a concept to hard for you to comprehend. I'll teach you I-"

"You seem awfully willing to teach a stranger." 

He moved closer, the sudden proximity had Mix needing to gulp down some much-needed air, inhaling a spicy sweet scent of black pepper and vanilla as he did so.

A smirk greeted his face, "Does your body move as good as your mouth?" He whispered.

        He pressed his hands to Mix's body, without a single ounce of shyness. Mix could tell he was used to getting anything he wanted. Without a single word more exchanged between them, they began to move to the rhythm of the music.

Mix let Mr handsome's hands expertly wander discreetly down his body, firmly gripping him at the hip.

Mr Handsome oozed sex appeal. He could feel the way his muscles flexed under his hand, and the solidness of his chest. Mix did not know what came over him; every fibre of his being was ignited by just a single touch of this man.

Mix felt hypnotised by him, reciprocating his deliberate slow movements. Observing the flex of his jaw, admiring the alluringness of his parted lips.

         Mix's own eyes reluctantly made the journey; to greet his eyes. His gaze intense, sending a shiver throughout his body. Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome's dark brown eyes- could be mistaken for soft and warm under a different light. – were now temptingly captivating, evoking more than a slight attraction for this man in Mix.

Mix's breath heightened as he leaned in.

"So are you just going to stand there only admiring my lips or..."

Mix's earlier mystification clearing. e could take the hint, his boldness returning.

"Funny, I thought it was the other way round." Mix grabbed his shirt, sealing his mouth with his own.

       Their lips mingled together. Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome's hands wrapping around his waist. Eliminating the need for space between them. His lips were soft and tipped with the flavour of fine, smooth Bourbon. Mix's tongue tentatively licked the seam of his lips, asking permission to enter. A low moan passed Handsome's lips, a smirk of satisfaction on Mix's.

Mix slid his palms along the fitted shirt, attempting to trace muscular etchings underneath. Mr Handsome interrupted the meeting of their mouths, loosening his grasp on Mix's waist, nonetheless keeping him within his embrace. Mix caught his breath. Palms still planted on Handsome's chest.

"Shall we stay here in heat, or should we go do something about it?"

         Mix's wits hadn't fully returned to him to process the question. Whatever ember of lust Mr Handsome had ignited, he had no intention of letting it fizzle out here. Mix didn't know his name, nor did he care. All that mattered was how right it felt to be pressed against his strong body and in his arms.

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He followed him down a hallway and into an hotel room. Their hands couldn't be kept apart from each other. Self-control waned as they fumbled for the hotel room door handle.

    Once inside, Mix's back met the door. His hand combed through Handsome's hair as the other clung to his back. The pure want fuelling them both as they began to divest each other of their jackets and shirts. Leaving them with bare torsos and trousers.

There was a calmness that was voracious as they stood admiring each other's form. Handsome's chocolate bar like abs. To Mix's slender, softer one.

Lips locked, they held each other as he walked Mix backwards to the bed. Mr Handsome gently pushed him onto the bed. watching as Mix's chest rose and fell with heavy pants that fled his mouth.

    He crawled over him, slowly swallowing them. Drawing Mix's bottom lip into his own, intertwining their tongues; taking both of Mix's hands and holding them above his head. Continuing to deliberately decorate Mix's jaw with kisses, before claiming his mouth again.

Looking deep into Mix's eyes returning the same heat and need, and another emotion that surprised Mix. 

   "Tonight, I'm going to have my way with you until you're pleading for mercy."

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