Flashing lights streamed against the swarming bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. The smell of sweat and alcohol coating the air.
The bass vibrated through Ghosts feet as his broad shoulders parted the sea of people with only one destination in mind.
Who did you think you were? Using him as if he was a piece of meat, so similarly to the way he had used many before. Disappearing so shortly after just like a ghost. That was his callsign- not yours.
Your hands traced the curves of your body, hair swaying into your face with every swing of your head. Getting lost in the momentum of the music and entranced by the large hands following yours.
Completely unaware of the storm raging it's way towards you. Your body turned, arms wrapping around the towering strangers neck, their hands pulling you closer until their knee was slipping between your legs, stabilizing the sway of your hips.
All of Ghosts muscles pulled taunt, the erotic sight you were putting on for all eyes to see had his blood boiling. He shouldn't be territorial. He knows that.
It was one night.
A simple agreement.
No strings attached.
That was until you pulled all the right strings. Tugging him around like a puppet just to give him a taste of his own medicine.
He could still feel your body pressed so tightly against his, each breath you took washing against his neck as his name fell from your lips like a recited prayer. That same body was now pressed so close to another, pouty lips too close for his comfort.
Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back allowing the strangers hands hold you by the small of your waist as you tilted back. The new body heat didn't even phase you.
Calloused hands replacing the others, the heat radiating into your back didn't prepare you enough for the fire that was about to consume you.
Ghosts gaze flicked to the stranger as your hand curled around the back of his neck. The random man backing off causing your eyes to flutter open, flicking down to recognize the obsidian ink running along the arm that refused to let you budge.
Ghost didn't miss the mischievous smile that curled, the subtle sway of your ass against his groin had him biting back a groan. Your fingers tightening around the back of his neck, refusing to allow him to move.
Not that he was going to anyway. His free hand trailed to your abdomen causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin, fingers tracing a taunting trail up your diaphragm until they wrapped around your throat tilting your head back to meet his gaze.
Thick lashes fluttered up at him, hues of reds and blues flashing across your irises not a single hint of you cowering away any soon.
What the hell had you done to him? Ghost pulled you further back into him, letting you feel the tightening in his pants from the friction you were creating. His head tilted to your shoulder, allowing each heavy breath he was taking to wash along the exposed skin of your back.
That dress you're wearing isn't covering nearly as much as he'd like for it to in public.
Not like he cared anyway.
You weren't his after all.
"Where'd you go this morning?"
"Does it matter?"
The muscle in his jaw ticked, fingers pushing deeper into your pulse point to feel how your heart rate was matching his. The soft gasp you let out had his restraint wearing thin.
"Maybe I wasn't done with you yet."
Ghosts words washed into your skin as his lips connected with the crook of your neck. Your head peered back at him, a small grin tugging when you saw how admittedly focused he was on watching the motion of your hips rocking back into his.
"What a pity."
His head snapped up at your words, eyes narrowing letting the storm within him to consume his being. His own smirk pulled, hand moving to curl under your jaw, fingers gently curling into your cheeks causing your lips to part.
The sight alone had Ghost nearly shaking from the tension in his body.
"What a pity indeed, love."
His gaze flicked to the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Lips he had memorized so well, further down to the swells that were just begging for him to touch.
Every curve and dip bound to plague his thoughts for the rest of his life.
Just as quickly as his trance came, it dissipated. Your body pulled from his, a coy smile making his brows furrow.
"It was good seeing you."
Your hand waved over your shoulder as you walked away, taunting him with the sway your hips made with every step.
Ghosts head shook, unable to come to terms with the fact your skin wouldn't be tainted with his sweat as the headboard smacked the wall tonight.
He wouldn't be watching your lashes flutter as he drove you to the peak of pure ecstasy.
In turn he'd be stuck in his own room having to alleviate the tension below his waist with his hand as images of your body painted the back of his eyelids.
It was one night.
A simple agreement.
No strings attached.
