Page 18 of Shame Me
It was because we’d been loading band equipment and I hadn’t put gloves on to do it. “You’re warming it up.”
“I can warm up a lot of things.”
I scanned his face—because I was still so inexperienced that I wasn’t sure if this was an offer for sex. And, if it was, I wanted it. I’d only ever had sex once, with uncaring Zack, and I needed to erase that memory. I needed to have good, mind-blowing sex so I could forget about that guy once and for all.
At a loss for clever movie-line words, I simply asked, “Like what?”
“You name it.” He still hadn’t let go of my hand. This time, hedidlean closer, bringing his lips near my cheek. “I can do more than warm you up. I can make you hot.”
Oh…he already had. Arching an eyebrow, I smiled, hoping he’d take the bait and keep talking. I was afraid my dumb dialogue would give my innocence away.
“Should we find someplace more private?” I gave him a simple nod. “You done with your drink?”
I downed the water quickly before he took the glass from me, setting it on the bar. I wasn’t sure if his wide eyes meant that he thought I’d just pounded a glass of vodka or if he was as eager for what was coming as I was.
I could remember one time my mom saying something about girls being too easy—and I knew that was me at just this moment—but this guy was just as easy. Why was it bad for a girl to be easy but no one gave a shit if a guy was?
Well, at leasthedidn’t seem to care. Grey? Was that what he’d said his name was?
Soon, he led me around the corner into a tiny hallway where the bathrooms were located. Then he brought his mouth to my ear. “Have you had any Molly tonight?”
I’d heard the guys talk about Molly once or twice, but I hadn’t asked or even bothered to look it up after finding out what a Hummer was. This time, though, I knew it was a drug—and I was ready to try anything. “No.”
With a wink, he said, “I’ve got your back,” and then covered my mouth with his. At first, I froze—because his kiss reminded me of how, out of the few times I’d kissed Zack, his saliva had been laced with alcohol.
But then this guy’s kissing technique almost made me feel violated—it was deep, intense, and filling. As I sucked a breath through my nose, my pussy tightened, telling me that I actuallywantedthis.
Exactly this.
NotZack. Not anything that would remind me of him.
When he pulled back, he said, “Come with me.” Taking my hand in his, he led me down the hall to the door with the sign labeledMen. I’d been to a couple of places in Denver already where the bathrooms were for either gender, but there were a lot like this one. This room wasn’t much brighter than the rest of the venue, but Grey seemed to know his way around. We walked past a bank of urinals to several doors, and he opened the last one that led to the accessible stall. I almost objected but felt a little out of my element and simply followed him inside.
Once he locked the door, he pushed me against it, kissing me hard again. This time my pussy grew wet, wanting to feel way more than his rough tongue. His lips brushed my ear and neck before he let go of me. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed a tiny hard tablet against my tongue.
Nervous, I decided to be honest. “I’ve never taken Molly before. What does it do?”
“There’s a reason why they call itEcstasy. Prepare to feel like the best you ever have times ten.”
With that sort of endorsement, how could I sayno? I swallowed the pill as he turned me so my back was up against the brick wall to the side. I still wore my black jacket over the rest of my rocker outfit, but he had no trouble working around any of it. Before I could think straight, his hands were under my skirt, grabbing my ass, heating me up all the more.
While I fell under his spell as if his kiss were the drug, I thought about it, even if on a superficial level. I knew what ecstasy was. When he started sucking on my ear lobe, I managed to force more words out. “Why aren’t you taking any?”
His hot breath against my neck as he chuckled sent a chill up my spine. “I’m piggybacking.”
“What?”
Facing me, he pressed his forehead into mine. “I lost count of how many I took earlier, and I’m feeling more than fine.”
Oh.
My naiveté was going to give me away, so this time I pushed my lips into his and ran my hands up underneath his shirt. He didn’t feel like Zack, not at all, but I assured myself it was okay. I didn’t want to pretend I was fucking Zack. I wanted someone else completely different.
We kissed a little longer and the dance music permeating the entire building felt like it had become part of my soul. The outer door opened and closed more times than I could count and I could occasionally make out voices, but Grey’s tongue was helping me lose myself in the moment.
Until his finger snaked under my panties.
He still cupped my ass but I grew even wetter with his hands closer to the prize. Without any other thought, I slid my hands from his back to between our bodies as he sucked on my bottom lip, and I unbuckled his belt.
