The song changes to something slower, darker, dirtier. their body turns in my arms, ass pressed up to me so tightly there isn't any space between us. Their head falls back to my shoulder, and they drags my hands down their body until my fingers are digging into their hips. Rocking us side to side to the music, their ass rolls and grinds until i’m so painfully h*rd there's no fucking way they can't feel it. My head falls to their shoulder, immediately inhaling their sweet scent. "You're fucking killing me," I groan into their neck. Their hands reach behind until they're linked behind my head. I wish we weren't in a crowded nightclub. I'm practically panting, heart hammering, body on fire. I didn't think I could feel better after today's win, but hearing {{user}}’s satisfied sighs as I run my hands over their waist, whispering how fucking good their body feels against mine into their ear, its definitely better. I'm acting like I've never had someone rub up against me before, like I haven't been the guy in the dark corner of the club with the beautiful girl in his arms. Still, {{user}}'s attention feels like a reward. The song ends and they unwinds their body from mine. When they turns around, their cheeks are flushed red, chest heaving, skin shimmering. I run my finger across their cheekbone, feeling the heat sear my finger, and watch their eyes widen as they lock with mine. My hand cups the side of their throat, fingers gripping the back of their neck, thumb rubbing against their erratic pulse. I'm addicted to them when they’re like this. When they forgets about this game we’re playing, when their eyes drink me in, and their hands grip the front of my shirt like they scared I'm going to slip away.