Because the Night

~Chapter Nine~

The beat of the music vibrated the sidewalk outside. That constant thrum was nothing compared to the pulsing once we gained admission.

Even in an alcohol-induced haze, I could not make the call. Melinda simply swiped the phone from my hands and dialed the number herself. Within minutes, we idled the engine in front of the complex, and my neighbors climbed in the stretch Excursion next to the gorgeous temptress. She immediately poured several rounds of shots from the mini bar.

It was very difficult to wrap my addled brain around the stark differences between these unusual friends.

Lisimba demanded respect the moment he entered your view. You could not help but notice him; he took up all the air in the room and left you gasping for breath. Still, he carried himself as a gentleman from days long past. He spoke and behaved in the manner acceptable around the mid-nineteenth century.

Melinda, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on outside stimuli. She was calm and reserved while Lisimba and I were calm and reserved. Once the alcohol flooded my system and I began to relax, she began to relax. As Lisimba continued to make speculative sexual comments, she grew bolder. By the time I was fully intoxicated, she had switched to ‘party mode’. Melinda screamed with the music, not missing a beat, dragging the twins to the floor with her.

Lisimba found a small table in a secluded corner, guiding me with a gentle hand at the small of my back.

“There are only three chairs,” I said, stating the obvious.

The devilish grin that enveloped his face sent heat along my spine. “This club has a very intriguing policy, me chère. Only men use the chairs.”

My eyes cast around. The tables were shrouded, only illuminated by errant light drifting from the flashing bulbs of the dance floor. Still, I could see that he was right. Not a single woman occupied a chair. Several women eyed the empty seats longingly, yet none made a move toward them. As I watched, a lone male patron crossed the floor and offered his arm to a voluptuous blonde. She scanned him from head to toe before looping her hand under his elbow and letting him lead her into the shadows.

Clarity settled in my befuddled brain like the proverbial ringing of the bell. “Oh.” The single syllable carried several seconds. “Dans les Ombres. Into the Shadows. Now the name makes sense. I’ve always wondered about that.”

Lisimba leaned close enough to whisper. His breath stirred the hair on my neck. “Shall we dance? Or do you wish to follow me into the shadows?”

I caught a glimpse of Melinda, sandwiched between my hunky protectors. I turned the corners of my mouth up, hoping I matched his wicked look. “Carry me to the dark side.”

Lisimba growled so low that I almost did not hear it. He pulled me tight against his body and crushed his lips to mine. I wrapped my hands in his shirt, holding tight as my head spun. When his tongue surged into my mouth, I lost strength in my legs. Lisimba tightened his hold, keeping me from falling.

“Perhaps we should sit,” he mumbled against my lips.

I could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. I nodded my assent. My date swung me into his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He backed the few steps to the seats without once breaking the kiss, easily sitting and positioning me comfortably on his lap.

Comfortable except for the rock hard bulge pressed against my backside. That solid confirmation of his physical arousal was far from uncomfortable. It was agony knowing that we were in a crowded night club; yet, I was drunk enough to not completely care. I flattened my hands against his chest and rubbed my palms across his engorged nipples.

Lisimba gasped and tossed his head back, exposing his neck.

I know my eyes must have narrowed. All thought left my mind. His well-defined muscles bulged as he tipped backwards. I accepted the opportunity and latched into the thick cords. The longer I sucked on his delicious flesh, the more my nether regions tingled.

The man was quickly losing control. His fingers closed on my hips, tightening as he tried to hold himself in check.

I lessened the suction only long enough to move my lips out of the way. When I closed my teeth on the tender, moistened and sensitized skin where his neck and shoulder join, his gasp was audible. I felt his penis buck against my bottom. His grip tightened to the fine line between pleasure and pain.

“Cecilia, enough,” the strangled words sounded forced through his lips, not by choice but by necessity. He released his hold from my waist and closed his arms around me, crushing me against him. He slid one hand up to my neck and into my hair, halting my assault very effectively.

I turned my head, resting my cheek against his shoulder. “Spoil sport,” I mumbled.

Lisimba laughed. “Not at all, ma chère. I would simply like our first mating to take place in a more private setting.” His chest rumbled with laughter. “I believe the other patrons have had enough of a show for tonight. Do you not agree?”

The fact that we were not alone had completely abandoned my mind the instant our lips had touched. I lifted my head and glanced around. Several couples had paused in their own ministrations to admire the openly aggressive sensuality on display in our little corner. One woman hovering at the edge of the dance floor looked ready to pounce the first man to walk by. She mouthed the words, “So hot!”

I blushed and buried my face against his neck.

Lisimba forced me to sit up and look at him. “There is no shame, ma petit amour. Let me show you.” He halted a passing server and ordered a round of drinks. While we waited, he turned me a little in his lap so that I faced the table. This settled the rise of his erection directly between my cheeks. The unusual sensation was disturbingly arousing.

I sipped my drink as soon as the waiter delivered. It tasted of the distinct spiced flavor of Captain Morgan Jamaican Rum. I practically purred.

Lisimba rested his chin lightly on my shoulder, letting his breath trace across my neck as he spoke softly.

“Look to the petite woman three tables over, ma chère. If we even nod at her, she will crawl here on her hands and knees. She wants to pleasure you with her tongue while her lover watches. She is on the verge of orgasm already.”

My eyes locked with the glistening blue orbs of the small woman. She truly seemed to beg me with those eyes. She snaked her tongue out and licked her lips. She had a very slim, very long tongue. I know I squeaked with my barely-contained excitement.

He continued. “Sometimes, instead of watching, her lover joins in. He lifts her skirt and fingers her while she licks you. She hums against your clitoris, heightening the sensations.”

I suddenly felt as if I would never breathe again. Fire consumed every inch of my body. My inner muscles were coiled so tight that I was likely to sprain something if I moved. I turned my hands face-down on the table and gripped the edge, trying to hold myself together.

As I watched, the little blonde slid her hands down her chest, pausing to tweak her nipples. Then she continued until she reached the low waist of the tiny skirt. She slid one hand under the fabric, raising the other back to her breasts. I was torn between choosing which hand to watch.

The decision was made easier when her lover shifted her legs apart, giving her easier access. Then he reached around and grabbed the lower hand, forcing her to stop teasing herself. He raised the fingers to his mouth and sucked the juices from her hand.

“Oh my god,” I gasped.

Lisimba’s tongue slid across my left shoulder, skimmed the back of my neck, and he then sucked briefly on my right shoulder.

“I am going to spontaneously combust.”

While my attention was on his tongue, his hand slid under the edge of my blouse. He flexed his palm against my abdomen, pressing me harder against his erection.

He wasn’t done torturing me, though. “That is nothing compared to what the twins want to do, my beautiful pet. See them on the dance floor. Look how they move with Melinda.”

My eyes scanned the crowd until I found them. When my gaze locked to Melinda’s, I saw that she burned red again. I couldn’t help but feel that she’d been watching us the whole time. I also seemed to know that she was just as turned on by all of it as I was.

She shifted her gaze to Lisimba.

He chuckled. “It seems Melinda wishes us to join them on the dance floor. Are you up for some more sensory overload?”

I lifted my glass and downed it, letting the cold liquid cool my overheated flesh. Then I grabbed a couple if ice chips from the empty cup and popped them in my mouth. I turned my head and kissed him, letting him enjoy the conflict of ice and heat from my mouth. When the last of the ice melted, I parted from him. His eyes burned as red as his friend.

“We’re at a night club,” I said. “We might as well dance at least once.”

Lisimba led me effortlessly to the floor. I had not been dancing since my diagnosis. I feared falling down in the middle of the floor, having to prove that I wasn’t drunk. I know Lisimba would not let me fall. And for some reason, I always felt stronger when he was near, as if the disease did not matter. He made me feel bullet proof.

Of course, it could have just been the alcohol.

Servers wove their way in and out of the gyrating crowd offering a wide variety of ‘tubers’, mixed alcohol shots in scientific test tubes.

I felt firm breasts press against my back, sandwiching my front against my date. Elegant hands reached out, pausing a server. Meticulously manicured fingers closed around a deep red tuber.

Melinda spoke huskily into my ear. “Watch that blonde bitch. She’s going to have a major orgasm in her seat.”

I turned my head slightly to watch the woman. At this angle, I could see Melinda down the shot. She slid her nails along my neck, urging me to turn just a bit more. Then she pressed her lips to mine, sharing the rich drink with me. We parted, and she turned to Marc, doing the same. I realized her intent and pressed my lips to Lisimba, sharing the liqueur and a very passionate kiss.

When next I looked up, I caught the sight of Marc parting from Mike, and Mike returning his lips to Melinda. I nearly lost control myself.

Lisimba slid his hand along my arm. He leaned close and said, “Can you hear it?”

I shot my eyes back to the blonde woman. Her head was thrown back. One hand was buried in her shirt, the other under the table. She’d forgone the secretive maneuvers and had hiked her skirt to her waist, revealing that she wore no panties while she pumped at her clitoris. Her lover’s fingers delved deep in her opening only a few times before she howled her completion. Several sets of eyes sought the sound and gasped at the display.

The tension simmering just under my skin coiled again. The song shifted. Lisimba wrapped his arms around me and swayed. With each move, I felt my suzy caress his dangerously hard shaft. Melinda remained pressed to my back, and I could feel her breasts brushing against me. Strong hands reached from behind Melinda, settling on my hips. I realized I had no idea whose it was. I tipped my head to the left and felt lips press to my neck on the right. I couldn’t take much more. I could already feel the tremble. I know that if I could keep myself together until I made it home, I would explode the instant I stepped in the shower.

Apparently, no one else had the same idea.

Lisimba swooped down and sucked my tongue into his mouth, caressing, savoring and tasting. Then he parted his lips against mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

The music shifted again. All the bodies surrounding pressed inward together. Lisimba’s throbbing manhood pressed directly against the tight bundle of nerves, setting off the biggest erotic explosion I’d ever felt. His lips swallowed my screams of pleasure and the room faded from sight.

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