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He removed the belt from behind my teeth and pulled me across the stage, his back to the audience as he took both of my hands and ran them down his chest to his firm abs, my fingertips exploring every single dip and curve along the way.

“Do me a favor. Get down on your knees, love.” His voice dripped like golden syrup, and my body moved on its ownaccord. I was kneeling for him before my mind even processed the request.

A second later, he ripped off his jeans, and a hand slid into the back of my hair, gripping the nape firmly as I gazed up at him in awe through dark lashes. My hands returned to his abs, and my nails dug into his skin.

I couldn’t help myself; my body was begging for his. Here I was at eye level with his cock, wanting a taste so badly; I didn’t care if it was the alcohol thinking for me at this point. I wanted him.

As the song ended, Colby gripped my hands in his and abruptly pulled me backstage. He led us down a dark hall that ran alongside the stage and whipped us around a corner into what appeared to be their locker room. My head spun from the rapid movement, and I swear the sharp turn gave me whiplash.

Colby pushed me up against a wall in the far corner of the room, and without even allowing me a breath, his mouth was on mine, actually on it this time, and I parted my lips with a moan, giving him an all-access pass.

This isn’t real; this is just the alcohol in my system. My head was still spinning.

I was lucid dreaming, most likely passed out in the booth, with Chyler and Jessie ready to drag my drunk ass home.

But fuck did he taste good.

Chapter 9

Colby

Those hot pink heelsand lips. I wasn’t sure what came over me tonight. After over five years of performing in these shows, moving from being a backup dancer to having my own leading set, I never felt the need to claim a woman from the audience until now.

I’ve had to bring women on stage for my set every show, but this one… she was different, and I just had to have her.

We choose who we will bring up on stage for our sets while working the crowd on the main floor. Generally, it was always the bachelorette or birthday girl, but when I caught sight of her stunning blue-grey eyes, I couldn’t resist.

I was drawn to this woman, and I couldn’t fucking wait for the song to finish so that I could pull her backstage and have my way with her.

To everyone else, it was all just part of the show. Hopefully, her friends wouldn’t miss her for the rest of the evening because she was coming home with me.

I could taste the Malibu on her tongue as mine tangled with hers. Gripping onto her thighs, I lifted her body, pressing her back into the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist tightly on instinct. I could feel her hands trail up my arms and shoulders and into my hair, her fingers teasing the strands before delivering a sharp tug.

My cock was growing harder by the second as she started rolling her hips against mine.

“Fuck” I groaned into her mouth as I felt one of her hands release my hair to tug at the only piece of clothing I was still wearing—my tight teal boxers.

Her hand slipped under the waistband to grab my hard cock, and she quickly pulled her hand back. I couldn’t help but chuckle against her lips.

“You—are you—” She was breathless, her eyes growing wide with shock, curiosity, and awe.

“Pierced? Yeah. All for you, love.” I moved my mouth down to suck on her neck, and she moaned. “Are you telling me this is the first pierced cock you’ve ever had?” I asked, biting lightly under her ear.

“No—I mean yes. I just… oh, fuck me.” She rolled her head to the side, biting her bottom lip with a whimper.

“I can do that all night,” I murmured into her neck as I released one of her thighs and unbuttoned her shorts before sliding my hand between us.

She was so fucking wet; I let out a rough growl as I ran my middle finger through her slick center before dipping it inside of her. “Look at you, soaking wet for a man you only just met. Want to make this more personal? Tell me your name.” I startedsucking on her neck with the demand, marking her as mine. I’d do a lot more before this night was over.

“Si—Sienna,” She swallowed as she panted, her grip tightening on the back of my neck, nails digging into my shoulder with the other hand as I added a second finger into her.

“Sienna,” I repeated, loving the sound of her name on my tongue, and she moaned breathlessly. “I’m going to give you everything.” A promise, as I started rolling her clit with my thumb while pumping my fingers in and out of her slick cunt.

She may be drunk right now and unable to fully understand what was happening between us, but I knew she was meant for me. There was a reason she was here tonight, and it wasn’t just for a friend’s birthday or bachelorette party. She was here for me.

“Colby, please,” She begged, her bedroom eyes locking onto mine.

I captured her mouth with mine, adding a third finger and fucking her roughly with my hand.

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