“More like the wolf does,” she replied with a grin. Oh, if the popular crowd from high school, which had included him, only knew the changes she’d undergone since they’d last seen her. She wished she could show them, and maybe teach him a lesson, but that went against all the rules.
“Well, thanks for the drink,” she said, sipping the last of the cocktail. She readied to get up and leave, but something stilled her. After all these years, she was really going to walk away from him? Why?
So he doesn’t find out who – no, what – I am. Well, fuck that. She was tired of running, and never being able to get involved with someone. Right now, right here, she wanted to get reacquainted, even if it meant her walking out at another inopportune time. Timing wasn’t everything, no matter what people said.
“How come you didn’t go to the reunion?” she asked. “I looked for you.”
He chuckled. “You know me and organized activities. We never got along all that well. Plus, I was out of the country at the time on a business trip. Hard to attend when you’re laid up in Italy.”
Laid up? She checked him out one more time. He sure looked like he was put together well. Most men just looked better and better with every passing year. A warmth shot to her core. And it couldn't be that, could it? Her senses went on high alert.
How dangerous could talking to him be? No more so than dancing with strangers on a given weekend. She possessed a few extrasensory skills the average human did not. No need to feel afraid. There was no physical threat, just an emotional one.
Her heart knew Tyler, only too well. It had been through too many years of highs and lows to forget. In the end, the highs took over.
“How about you tell me what you’ve been doing instead?” she asked.
“Well, I can tell you what I haven’t done. I’ve never met anyone quite like you. All these years, my fantasies have been filled with you,” he continued, “And I always hoped to explore more adventures with you.”
His admission took the words out of her mouth, and she sat quiet, stunned. She intertwined her fingers in her lap, watching them loop over and over. He was like an addiction. One she thought she’d be able to kick and leave far behind. Too bad she felt the same way as him. Just the tiniest slip though, and she’d slide right back into the crack. She shouldn’t fool herself that this time would be any different than high school. But, her adult body told her all sorts of things her teen body didn’t know.
Like how his hard cock would feel filling her up, as he fucked her against the wall. She pressed her legs together tight, and shut her eyes against the pulse of pleasure that centered on her clit. If the thought of him felt this good, what would the real thing be like?
She vowed to find out. She wasn’t into an empty relationship, and at this point in her life, she’d started to desire more stability in a mate.
The smooth vocals of the DJ segued from one song to the next. “Thanks all for coming out tonight,” he said, and the crowd roared. “And for those who really got the beat, I’m watching you.”
Talk about teen crushes. DJ Knife had been popular since way back when. He used to host some of the first video shows on TV. His blonde hair hung long, covering one eye, and his accent drew in the listeners. Now, he wore it cropped short and he was making even more of a revival. If the teen girls used to chase him down, Janie wouldn’t put it past the women recapturing their youth. Hell, she wouldn’t toss him out of bed.
Although the music was less loud in the VIP area, she caught the opening of the Go-Go’s, and she bounced her knee.
One drink and a little bit of chatting, and she’d relaxed. The seam of Tyler’s body to hers stitched tighter, Tyler inched his hand up her thigh, and she watched him without stopping the forward advancement. She shifted a bit, letting her legs open, and he brushed his fingertips across her panties.
“Mmmmm. Someone’s already wet.” He circled her clit through the fabric, building up a warmth.
“Tyler,” she whispered, fighting the sensations. “Someone’s going to see.”
“No one’s going to bother us,” he insisted. He draped his jacket over her lap. “Here. I want to feel you. Right now.”
Something about the plea in his voice broke down her defenses. Either that, or she was way hornier than she thought. She bit her lip, and nodded. He slipped two fingers under the edge of the panty, pushing it aside. In a pumping motion, he entered her in a smooth move, and her mouth opened in a surprised “O.” He drew them back up, rubbing her in the most delicious way.
Forget getting back out on the dance floor. With each passing moment, she wanted him more and more. She might not have had the nerve to take things to the next physical level at school dances, but now there was no curfew to hold her in check. The pressure radiating from her core spread out, and she became ultra-aware of all sensations. The hairs on the back of her head stood up, and within her shoes, her toes curled.
Muscles pulled taut, she hovered on the edge of coming. If only he’d go a little faster. She slid down in the booth, granting him better access and he quirked an eyebrow. The smooth stylings of “Sugar Walls” by Sheena Easton took over the airwaves, and Tyler chuckled. “If I could only taste how sweet you are right now,” he said. “Think anyone would notice if I slipped underneath the table?”
He tensed as if he would actually do it, and Janie grabbed hold of his wrist. “No. Don’t. Please. Don’t stop.”
“Since you said please.” He increased the friction, and then suddenly pinched her clit. She ducked into his shoulder and bit down, suppressing her scream as the orgasm hit. He kept up the touch, until the after-tremors completely stopped.
He brought his fingers up to his mouth and made a show of licking them, before using a napkin.
“I don’t remember you being such a bad girl,” he said. “Want to see how you affect me?”
Tyler grabbed her hand, and moved it over the enlarged bulge in his pants. She’d love to have him inside of her. She rubbed him, gripping his cock through the jeans.
“Now I have to get you alone,” he said. “Want to go up to the DJ booth? Check out some of the behind-the-scenes?”
It was as if he could read her mind. She slumped. While that encounter had been nice, she could think of a lot of other things that would be even more fun. He stroked the tips of his fingers along the bare skin of her lower back, sending shivers throughout her body.
“Really? You can get us up there?”
“Sure. I know the DJ. We go way back,” he said, “and from the way he’s been watching you, he’d like to know you a bit better too.”
The flush spread full across her chest, and up her neck. While she imagined DJ Knife had been checking her out, it was totally different to have it verified. If she hadn’t run into Tyler maybe nothing would have happened. Then again, how could she juggle both of them at once?
Here she was jumping ahead of herself. What was there to worry about? Odds were, she wouldn’t get one of them into bed, let alone both of them. She’d handle the problem of double the pleasure if the situation came up. Then again, she never knew. With her adult confidence, she was up for about anything. Right now, she was game for new experiences.
Tyler downed the rest of his drink, stood and gestured for her to follow. Janie did a fast look-around to see if she saw Mary anywhere, but her friend had either checked out early or was hidden somewhere among the masses on the dance floor. She texted her: Heading to DJ booth. You OK?
Dancing. Have fun, she got back. Glad it all worked out. *wink*
Tyler grabbed her hand, and once again she was taken back by the familiar nature. The pads of his fingers were strong and rough, as if perpetually callused after working with them so much.
Bet he could open any jar she threw his way. Oh, yeah. Now that was a sexy thought.
Back in high school, they never got past kissing and groping. They called it “heavy petting.” She’d felt his package against her when they danced during Homecoming, and afterward he’
d put her hand on him through his pants. There wasn’t much hiding what was covered.
Now, as an adult, the gods of New Wave help her. She knew what cocks felt like, inside and out, and tasted like. She’d met quite a few nice specimens over the years: ones with a thick, bulbous head; shorter but stocky; longer and thinner; ones that curved upward to the left, or the right, and one of those didn’t quite match up with her internal anatomy. If she could only remember his right or her right.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, guiding her toward a door to the right of the stage.
Cocks, and what yours looks like. Not like she’d ever actually say that. “Not much. Only that it’s good to see you after all this time.”
“Ri-ight...” he said. Didn’t he believe her? Well, what was he thinking about?
Behind the door, a narrow spiral staircase led to the DJ booth, which overlooked the entire dance floor and club. Knife stood listening to a set of headphones on one ear, and monitored a display with his other hand. As they entered, he lifted his chin in greeting to Tyler, and they slapped hands.
Since she was standing behind Tyler, he might not have seen her right away. As soon as she stepped to the side and around, he raised his eyebrows, nodded toward her and mouthed “Hi.”
She tootled her fingers and smiled. The song was winding down, and Knife cued up the next, blending the former into the next seamlessly. Before Simon Le Bon sang those opening words of “Hungry Like the Wolf,” she recognized the melody. Her favorite. How did he know? Right about now, it had become her mantra.
He put down the headphones and wiped his hands on his distressed jeans. “So finally, we get to meet,” he said, holding out his hand.
With a glance toward Tyler first, she shook. “I can’t believe I’m actually up here.” What a dorky fangirl. He spun music. Why was she falling all over herself?
Duh. Maybe because he, like a lot of the music he played, was an icon from her teen years. She grew up listening to him on the alternative radio station, watching him on television with new music videos. He was the Ryan Seacrest of her youth. And now he looked just as good all grown up in adult mode. If she did the math, he had to be mid-40s, but damn was this a club of vampires or something? He looked a good ten years younger.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, and gestured toward a mini fridge in the corner. “I don’t have anything too fancy up here, but basics of vodka, rum and some mixers.”
“Might as well stick to what I’ve been drinking. How about a vodka cranberry?”
“I’ve got that. Since you know where everything’s at, Tyler, can you do the honors?”
“Sure thing.”
Janie found her attention split between Knife and checking out Tyler’s ass as he bent over to retrieve the goodies from the fridge. His ass won out.
“Checking out the goods, eh?” Knife’s rough voice rumbled in her ear.
She jumped, and he laughed, laying a hand on her back.
“Sorry. That obvious?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. I’ve known Tyler for a while now, and most women – and some men – have the same reaction. I completely understand.”
As the final chorus played out, Tyler stepped behind Janie, instantaneously warming her backside, and snaking his hand around her waist and placing his icy palm against her stomach. She sucked in air. “That’s freezing!”
“Ice-ice-baby. Here’s your drink.”
“Thanks.”
He stepped away to hand DJ Knife a glass.
“You always seem to know what I’d like,” the DJ said to Tyler. The way he looked at Janie while he said it made her think he was referring to something besides the cocktail.
The three of them clinked. The shallow lighting reflected off the cubes and cast iridescent reflections around the walls and ceiling of the small room. They looked like miniaturized disco balls, but square.
“Be right back,” DJ Knife said, returning to the music board. This time, he flicked a switch on the microphone and talked over the closing melody. “Good evening everybody. How’s your Saturday night going?”
The crowd roared its approval. Janie moved to look out over the dance floor. It was so much different to be here, above it all compared to smashed amongst the revelers. The club was one main room, with a long bar on one side, and the VIP area tucked into the corner. Outside, there was a patio with a smoking area to meet those strict regulations in Southern California and to help dancers cool off.
“We want to thank you for coming out tonight, and listening to your favorite ’80s music. If you’ve got a request, send it via text, and I’ll try to fulfill your pleasure.”
At the word pleasure, he glanced at Janie out of the corner of his eye, and a hot flash lit her body. Damn. She needed to stop reading so much into what was happening.
“I’ll be taking a break for the next fifteen, but the music will keep playing.” With those parting words, he turned off the mic and hit a few more buttons.
Next up came “Kiss” from Prince.
She was a lost cause. She gulped her drink, and just about spit it back out when the alcohol hit. “Dude, how much vodka did you put in here?”
“Enough,” Tyler replied.
“Enough for what? Knock me on my ass drunk?”
Moving close enough to touch her, he patted her on said behind. “It feels fine to me. If you have any problems, I promise to catch you, and see you home safely,” he said.
“Oh, such a gentleman, I’m sure you would.” Despite talking tough, she didn’t mind the attention. She had a few surprises he didn’t know about either. She might look similar to when she was in high school, but a lot had changed. She wasn’t as naïve or shy, and she was determined to take what she wanted – especially tonight.
If she knew now what she knew then … Yeah, that pretty much summed her up.
“First lover’s quarrel?” DJ Knife asked, as he came between them. Janie realized how they were staring down each other.
“No, Tyler was just being a little bit of an ass,” she said.
He held up his hands in mock innocence. “No, I wasn’t. I was feeling up your ass. Major difference.”
“Maybe I can help settle the dispute,” the DJ said.
Knife faced Janie, and she focused on his eyes. He stood taller than her, maybe five feet, ten inches, or so. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he checked her out. An awareness passed from him to her. Both of them were more than aware where the interlude between them was going. He placed a hand on her hip, drawing closer. Nerves flared in her stomach, as her gaze dropped to his mouth. He was going to kiss her.
“Anything you want to hear?” he asked.
“You play everything I want to hear,” she said. “You’ve got a gift.”
“I’ll show you what other gifts I have.” He brushed his lips against hers, and she pushed aside any doubts.
It had been so long since she’d kissed someone new, that being with DJ Knife felt foreign, yet exciting. He furrowed his fingers through the back of her hair, cupping her head. Her body molded to the curves of his, and the hunger deep inside grew. The pressure of his hand on her side increased, and his arousal pressed into her stomach. No doubt about if he found her desirable.
From behind, Tyler sandwiched her, rubbing his cock against her ass. The master spinner stepped away, gripping the edge of Janie’s shirt.
“How about we take this off, and get a little bit more comfortable?” he suggested.
Effortlessly, he lifted the shirt over her head, and did an “Mmmm” to admire her black push-up bra.
“Very nice,” he said, flicking his thumbs over her nipples and making them stand out. Mouth open against hers, he asked, “Do you like that?”
She moaned in response. “Oh, yeah.”
“I’ve got a little something you can help me with here.” He ground the bulge in his jeans against her, and she slipped her hand between their bodies.
“Hmmm, what do we have he
re?” Janie rubbed the outline of his cock to the beat of the music, building up friction, before gripping him.
DJ Knife pressed into her hand. “Yeah, that’s it.”
The song changed out to the next one in the queue, and DJ Knife moved toward the couch, unhooking his jeans, and guiding Janie’s hands into his pants. Pre-come seeped from the tip of his cock and she focused on the sensitive head. Tyler replicated each caress she made. He palmed her ass, slipping his hand under the seam of her underwear, teasing her pussy. It was like he moved in tune with her desires, motivation to push the action to the next level.
“Are you going to keep playing with me, or take my pants off all the way?” DJ Knife asked.
Pushy much? Maybe I’ll give him a bit more.
Devious thoughts danced through her mind, and Janie pushed his underwear over his ass, immediately taking his cock into her mouth. He sucked in a breath, and she drew in the warm flesh, gripping the silky skin, and pumping him.
“Fuck. That’s feels good.”
She didn’t stop the pleasure assault, and flicked her tongue around the edge, under the head, and let the wetness pool down the shaft, increasing the slickness as she glided her hand up and down. As he moved back, his calves hit the couch and he stumbled, and his cock slipped out of her mouth. He sat on the black vinyl couch, pants pooled around his ankles.
No time to even take off his shoes? His cock stood straight up, and he worked his fist up and down the shaft, focused completely on her. He stared at her mouth, and licked his own lips.
“Come here, baby,” he said.
Janie’s heart fluttered. One of her heartthrobs since she was a teen now was bare in front of her. And he wanted her. Eyes half-mast, the DJ watched the show unfolding before him.
Behind her, Tyler pressed in closer, his cock jutting through the thin material of her skirt between the cleft of her ass. He unhooked her bra, and wrapped his arms around her, palming her breasts and tweaking the nipples. Streaks of pain and pleasure danced through her body, and she moaned with the added sensory details.
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