Slingshot by K.L. Savage

“Can I get you a drink?” a guy shouts over the music while I dance with my friends.

I shake my head at him. He’s good-looking in a frat boy way, but my interests lie in a man who wears leather and rides a bike. “No, thank you. I have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t see him here,” the man smiles, hinting that what happens between us can stay right here in this bar.

“He’s right here.” A hand wraps around the back of the guy’s neck, and Noah throws him to the right. “When a woman says no, she means fucking no, asshole.”

The eager young frat guy runs into the crowd, disappearing until he becomes another fish in the sea of gyrating bodies.

“But I’m hoping you won’t tell me no,” Noah smiles when he sees me.

I scream with excitement even though I know he can’t hear me. I wrap myself around him like a monkey. My arms are around his neck, and my legs are around his hips. His hands find my bare ass by sliding under my dress, and he growls when he feels the no panty rule he has made me for.

“Good girl,” he rumbles before tilting me back and kissing me into next week.

God, I’ve missed him so much.

His tongue presses against my mouth, probing between my lips and I open eagerly, letting him have me any way he wants me.

“Damn, do I need to pull the fire alarm?” Cora yells into my ear.

Slingshot doesn’t seem pleased I’m with the people who left me alone at the bonfire, but I don’t blame them. A woman should be able to go off alone without the fear of being attacked.

“Dance with me.” It isn’t a question but a statement as he drags me to the middle of the dance floor.

The strobing lights slow until they are dim and constant. The space is dark enough not to see what the couple next to us is up to. It’s just Noah and me. A slow, rhythmic beat fills the club. The walls shake from the bass, and the dance floor is hot from the number of people. Steam billows to the ceiling since heat rises and I have no doubt Noah and I are to blame.

We face one another and his knee slides between my legs. I moan when my clit rubs against his thigh, a forbidden pleasure rocking through me around a crowd full of people. No one knows what just happened and no one will catch on.

No one cares.

Everyone is focused on the person they’re dancing with.

I tilt my head back, and Noah bends down, sliding his lips across my throat. I moan, and the music pounding from the speakers mutes it. His lips are pillows of softness while trailing along the column of my neck. He applies pressure against my lower back to lift me up, and when I do, his mouth owns mine.

The kiss is slow, dangerous, and more intoxicating than any drink this bar can offer me. His hands move my hips back and forth, forcing the nerves in my clit to explode as I rub against his denim-covered thigh. I whimper down his throat, and his fingers curl into my skin, the dress pulling tight as he fists the material.

Sweat dripped down my neck and Noah catches it with his tongue, licking up to my ear. “I bet I can make you come in the middle of this dance floor.”

I have no doubt he can. Is it a challenge? He should try. I’m not going to stop him. He slides his lips across my cheek, the hot breath causing my skin to become damp for a second before the air dries it, and then his lips are on me again.

One of his hands drops from my waist, caresses my hip, then slips between my legs. I gasp into his mouth from his bold move. My dress covers his hand, but if anyone watched us long enough, they could tell what we’re doing.

Or what he’s doing to me.

His fingers part my folds, slipping through the lips that he’s claimed.

“I can’t fucking wait to be inside you again,” he tells me while inserting two fingers in me.

My fingers dig into his neck as my mouth opens on a loud moan.

“So fucking tight,” he says, my pussy trying to keep his fingers inside me as he slides them out. “I bet I could fuck you on the dance floor and you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” He moves his hand faster with the beat of the music, and I continue to rock my hips seeking the friction against his thigh.

So many sensations.

“Be a good girl and fuck my hand like you want to fuck my cock.” His fingers still inside me and he must know I would do as he says, plus I need to move. I’m close. I’m on the edge where he likes to keep me.

The song changes to something fast and upbeat, perfect as I shake my hips, grinding myself onto his fingers.

“Oh, and when you are about to come,” he nips at my ear, “Don’t. I want you to bring yourself close to orgasm three times and back off. Understand?”

I hate that I love the command. I know he’ll only do what’s best for me. “Yes.”

He wraps his other hand around my throat. “Yes, what, Natalia.”

“Yes, Sir—” I have to stop rocking because the sparks of my orgasm are almost too strong to deny.

“So close, already? I can feel you fluttering around me,” he curls his fingers into a come-hither motion, inching me close to the cliff I want to go over. I want to splinter apart right here and now, coming around her fingers as he holds me in the middle of a crowd. He finally stops torturing me and stills.

Once the pooling threat of my orgasm subsides, I begin to move again. Every delicious rock brings me to the cusp of coming again in just three short movements. I’m aching at this point. I feel like I have to use the restroom from my orgasm being denied.

I’m not sure if I can do this a third time. The space between my legs burns with need, and my clit is becoming extra sensitive.

“One more time,” he reminds me.

I shake my head, and heat burns my eyes from the tears starting to form. I want to come. Maybe I should ignore his demand. What’s the worse that can happen? But even as I decide to disobey him as I begin to move, I can’t fall over the edge because he hasn’t told me that I can.

My body only listens to him. I swear I was programmed for Noah. He can tell me to do anything, and I’d do it just so I can hear him call me his good girl.

I want that again.

“Noah,” I whimper his name against his ear before dropping my forehead to his chest. My fingers claw at his arms, and my eyes squeeze shut as my hips stutter. Oh god, I’m so close. His fingers are brushing over that spot inside me, and it’s making it too hard to focus. I scrape my nails down his chest, dragging them down until I’m stroking his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he hisses, thrusting his hips against my palm.

Two can play this game.

“Hey, you two want anything to drink?” Braveheart yells as he stands next to us. He has lost his shirt and has paint on his bare chest and face that glows under the UV light. Pink and green are under his cheeks like war paint, and a heart is painted on his chest.

He doesn’t catch on to what’s happening.

“No, get the hell away, Braveheart,” Noah says venomously.

Braveheart doesn’t seem to bat an eye at the annoyance in Noah’s tone. He dances away to the bar, glowsticks in his hands having the time of his life.

“Where—” he thrust his fingers inside me. “Were we?”

“You were trying to make me come,” I dare to lie.

“Naughty. You know that’s not true.”

“I can’t.” I stroke his big cock faster and bite down into his pec muscle. “Oh god, Noah, I can’t. I need you.”

Those words are enough for him to rip his fingers from me. “Suck,” he says, shoving the same fingers that were inside me into my mouth.

I moan and clean myself from his digits, swirling my tongue around them.

“Enough,” he growls and takes my hand, leading me past my friends. Cora cheers by throwing her fist in the hair and Nora gives me snaps. I give them an excited wave as Slingshot drags me down a dark hallway. The overhead light is red, and a few people are plastered against the other, moaning.

He kicks a door open and pulls me into the bathroom.

No fucking away.

I shouldn’t be so excited to have raunchy bathroom sex, but I am.

The bathroom itself is swanky. The floors are marble, and there are black leather benches around the walls. The stalls are made of metal and are big enough to fit four people. There’s a hint of lemon cleaner in the air, which actually kind of makes me sad that this isn’t a sketchier place.

I wanted to feel dirty. Maybe I can talk to him about it later.

A guy uses one of the urinals and sees us in the mirror as Noah tugs me behind him to the closest stall. The man winks at me as he shakes his cock and tucks himself back in his jeans. I yelp as Noah flings me into the stall. I barely catch myself before I fall over the toilet.

Which is also really clean.

What is up with his club? I thought they were supposed to be gross.

The lock slides into place, and Noah’s breathing is loud reminding me of an animal that’s finally caught its dinner. He manhandles me, which I love; it makes me feel so small and fragile. He flings me against the door, and my cheek digs into the cool metal.

He doesn’t say a word to me. There’s no need to. The air is thick with sexual tension, and the breeze caresses the flesh of my butt when he lifts the dress. “Look at you.” He rubs his hands over my globes. “So fucking perfect and just begging for it, aren’t you?”

I nod eagerly and grip the top of the door with my hands.

“Aren’t. You?” he repeats.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Keep your hands where they are.” The loud song of his zipper sings to me, and his pants drop around his feet. “There’s one thing I want you to do for me.”

I tilt my head and give him access to my neck. “Anything, Sir.”

“I want you to fucking scream.”

I don’t have time to answer before the wide blunt tip of his cock opens me and then the rest of his intimidating girth slams into me.

I’m not screaming because he told me to. I’m screaming because I have no choice. I can feel him more in this position. He almost hurts. His sack slams against my swollen clit when he starts his brutal and beautiful pace.

His hips clap against me, and my butt jiggles with every thrust. He’s so big. I can hardly take him. My throat hurts as the cries of ecstasy fall past my lips. The door rattles violently as if an earthquake is shaking us, which I guess one is.

A magnitude 10.0 and he’s about to have me crumbling to my knees with the orgasm that’s about to ruin me.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He wraps his hand around my neck and yanks me back. My arms stretch and the top of the door digs into my palms, pinching with pain.

“Yes! Oh, god. Yes, Sir!” my scream echoes off the walls and bounces all around us.

“Yeah, my fucking property, my ol’ lady, my body, my fucking everything.” He rams himself into me harder, and I scream again just as the main door to the bathroom opens. It hits the wall and right as I’m about to scream again, Noah wraps his hands around my mouth and uses my face as leverage to jackhammer into me.

I can hardly breathe. The only way I can is through my nose. I can taste the sweat from his palm against my lips and tears leak out of the corner of my eyes from how good this is.

“Damn, someone is getting it hard,” someone says as they walk by the stall with the shaking door.

I sure am. My knees are weak.

He releases his hands from my mouth and whispers one word into my ear, “Come.”

My body shatters, and my pussy clenches around him, sucking him deeper as he plants himself and comes with me. “Noah, you’re so good,” I shout, drunk off how good he’s made me feel.

I’m not trying to gas him up for the other men in the bathroom. I hardly know they’re there with the electrical bolts flooding my veins and taking control of my nervous system. Noah moves slowly, rocking his semi-hard cock in and out of me at a languid pace.

I moan from how good he feels still.

“I never want to leave the warmth of you,” Noah speaks into my ear which has shivers racing down my spine. “I belong there and nowhere else.”

I close my eyes and tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder. I’m blitzed out of my mind. He unhooks the death grip I still have on the door and runs his knuckles down my arms. My biceps are twitching, and pins and needles tingle my hands as blood rushes to them again. Noah wraps his arms around me and holds me, which is tender considering the place we’re in right now.

The door jiggles again, and the men on the other side are slapping against it, cheering for Noah who they don’t even know.

It startles me, and I jump back which has his cock pushing deeper.

We both groan as Noah hits his fist on the door in return. “Shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here.”

“Shit man,” one hiccups. “We’re just celebrating you giving it to your girl.”

“Let’s go, Mug. We have to meet the guys,” a different one slurs.

“Wish I could make my girl scream like that. What am I doing wrong?” he hiccups again just as they exit.

“Poor girl. She needs to find a better boyfriend.”

He hums in agreement and kisses the side of my neck. “I’m more than that, aren’t I?” He slips out of me, and I whimper, already missing the fullness.

“You know you are,” I tell him, spinning around so I can see him.

He has sweat beading across his forehead, and I hit his hands away from his pants, then tuck him in myself.

“You’re going to make me hard again doing that.”

“Oh,” I pout. “What a shame.” I zip him up carefully, then clasp the button.

His come begins to drip down my leg, and I reach for the toilet paper and clean myself up, which has him pushing me against the door. “That’s all you do,” he says, taking the soiled napkin and tossing it in the toilet. “I want you to feel me all night, and when I want you again, you’ll lift your dress and bend over so I can slide home. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” I bow my head, wishing he’d lift my dress right now and take me.

Own me.

Use me.

Ruin me.

Then, I want him to tell me sweetly how much he loves me so I can prepare for the onslaught of him again.

“Come on, let’s go out and get a drink. I think we’ve worked out a good sweat, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He slides the lock and opens the door, only to slam it shut. He cages me with one arm lifted above my head. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He kisses me gently on my lips, and I barely feel it since I’m numb and warm all over.

I step out of the stall, and we’re the only ones in the bathroom. Both of us wash our hands, and our gazes meet in the mirror. He sends me a wink and I glance away, coy, and pluck a fluffy white towel from the counter before throwing it in the bin.

The red light hurts my eyes as we step into the hallway and we begin walking toward the bar when Nora enters the hall, and her eyes widen when she sees us. She sprints to me and grips my arms. “You have to get out of here. Mateo is here, and he knows Slingshot is here and that we’re here and he’s pissed. He has a few guys with him. You need to go somewhere he won’t find you. The first place he’ll check is the clubhouse.”

“I won’t let him start something in the middle of the club. I won’t let him hurt you or innocent people because he’s angry.” Slingshot snaps his head up when the music turns off, and the only sound is the commotion of upset people wanting to dance. “We’re leaving. Now.” He takes my hand, and we begin to run down the hallway, shoving people against the wall since they’re in our way.

“Hey—” someone protests.

“—Well get the fuck out of my way,” Slingshot snaps and continues to slither between couples and breaking them apart.

My hand tightens on his when I feel our grip starting to ease from being too far away from one another. I tighten my fingers against his, but our palms are slick and slide together. He tugs me forward, and I trip over a pair of shoes.

Arms wrap around my waist, and when I look up, I see Noah. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that it’s him and not some stranger.

“You okay? Sorry, baby. I had to get you out of there.” The exit sign is neon red and the T flashes as the wires cross, the electricity struggling to light it up.

Noah presses the silver bar of the door, and the dry heat of Nevada hits us in the face. We’re in an alleyway between another club, and it reeks out here.

“Gross.” I plug my nose.

The things we do for love.

There is trash along the edge of the walls, and a few bags are torn from animals, probably rats or raccoons.

Raccoons are cute, though. I love their little hands.

“Okay, where can we go where your dad won’t find us? I feel ridiculous running from him when I’m a grown man. Why does he want to cause a scene?” Noah scoops me into his arms and hurries down the alleyway, his boots splashing through old stagnant water.

Yuck.

“He honestly sticks to himself. He thinks Lussuria is the best, so he doesn’t talk to other owners.”

“Oh, that’s good. More for us then,” Noah says, placing me on my feet. He puts two fingers in his mouth and whistles, lifting his hand to grab a taxi’s attention.

I slid into the backseat and tuck my dress under my butt to not touch the seats. Who knows what’s been on this leather tonight?

“Where to?” the driver presses a button against his throat to speak while having a cigarette in his hand.

Yikes.

“Best hotel on the strip.”

“That’s the Lussuria.”

“Mother fucker,” Noah curses, and it makes me laugh.

This running from my Papa might be annoying, but it’s kind of fun.

“Bellagio is next,” the driver offers.

“Go there. And hurry.” Noah tosses a bunch of cash at the guy.

“You got it, Mister.” The man floors it, and we thump against the seats as he speeds away from the club.

Noah’s hand slides around my hips and slides me across the seat, so I’m plastered against his side.

Papa might be able to rip us apart so we can’t be together physically, but he can’t do anything about my soul being tangled with Noah’s.

It’s his.

And there isn’t a damn thing my Papa can do about it.