Club Vamp: Turned By His Seed

“I didn't mean to insult ya,” he smiled. “I just think you could loosen up a bit.”

He pinched my bottom and I nearly jumped through the roof, causing him to laugh again. Being an object of mockery twice in five minutes was too much for me and I turned to leave. He caught my shoulder and spun me to face him, the club around us disappeared when he kissed me.

His grip on me was at once frightening and reassuring, his hands holding me steady as I fell into his kiss. I worked up the courage to return his embrace, our tongues exploring each other. The mere act was enough to send shivers through my body and a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

“Am I that good or are you that new?” he asked.
I stared at him, uncomprehending.

“You're hard as a rock,” he whispered, grinding his hips into my own.

I wanted to turn away, to leave and forget that night, but his hold on me was overpowering.