Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

6. The Remaining of the Night (Parker)

It's past one when I make my way back to the dance floor, rejoining my girls after I left them in the middle of dancing. I didn't go to see Roy right away because I came here to spend time with my besties. Still, having a quickie with him was definitely something I wouldn't turn down, except that the boy needed to wait. But maybe it was because I knew Roy. The more he waited, the more he got agitated, and the harder he would fuck me.

Everything went as planned...until the part when we got a spectator.

It wasn't that we didn't intentionally let the door open. We were just playing our old game when we fuck at places where random people might find us, and the adrenaline rush from the thought of getting caught added to the excitement of it.

But of all people in the world, Xandeville had to be in the same club with me tonight and be the person who caught us in action.

Was it really him, though? Or was I just imagining it? Was my mind playing tricks on me since plotting my crude plans for him made me horny earlier? But I swear he looked so real. He was standing there, watching me like a creep as I climbed my climax until when I came undone.

I close my eyes when his face flashes in my mind, prompting me to let out a soft whimper. What the fuck did just happen? Was I really imagining him? But the biggest concern is that the imagination triggered the explosive orgasm that shattered me into pieces. I think I'm going crazy. I blame all this whole internship fiasco. It messes with my head.

The dance floor is getting messier as the night has worn off. The air reeks of alcohol, sweat, perfumes, and all kinds of scents when I'm zig-zagging among people who are dancing, cuddling, making out, or even fighting. While trying to find my friends, my eyes keep catching the sight of any dark-haired man around me, but none of them is Xander. If he was really here, he wouldn't have gone that fast, right?

Or is he still on the VVIP floor? With whom? His girlfriend? Isn't she the stuck-up bitch who never stops lecturing people on how to live a healthy life? A nightclub doesn't sound like her jam, especially this nightclub.

I spot Sarah in the middle of the dancing floor, rubbing her body against a buffy guy with dark curls. Their movement is so sensual that I'm sure they would have fucked if they didn't have their clothes on right now.

"Hey," she says while grinning at me when I press my chest against her back and rest my chin on her shoulder. Her blonde bangs stick to her forehead and her skin is glowing from the sweat. "How was it?"

"Can't complain," I reply, earning a giggle from her. Glancing at the guy who is now staring at us with a dirty smirk on his face, I press my lips on Sarah's ear. "Tell him he ain't getting two pussies tonight. And I'll go chill at our table."

She nods. "I'm not going home with him. Don't leave without me."

"'Kay." I wave at the guy before turning on my heels and heading to the VIP lounge.

Brit is already sprawling on the sofa, burying her face in her phone screen, her thighs over the armrest, and her feet dangling and moving to the beat. Her back leans on Layla, who is now bantering over something with his boyfriend, Zach.

"Where are Dania and Sasha? I didn't see them on the dance floor," I ask as I plop down next to Zach.

"Sasha left with a guy, probably getting nailed at the moment in the parking lot," Layla replies, brushing and tossing her red hair to give it more volume, making Brit grunt when Layla's hair falls on her face. "And Dania went home."

"I thought she would go to my place after this."

"She fought with her boyfriend, and they need to talk tonight."