‘*I can’t believe it. He’s pushed me to my limit.’*
That thought kept running in my head. My heart was beating fast, faster than it ever had. With every pulse, with every moment, I was fighting to control myself. No one had ever pushed me so hard before or brought me this close to losing control.
My eyes were closed and I was working hard to keep my breath steady. My hands were tightly gripped on a guard rail. The music, as always, was loud and thumping, coming from the lower floor. From where I was standing on the second level, it was still loud, but at least it wasn’t deafening. I knew that if I looked down, a mass of people would be dancing, drinking and doing all kinds of sexual acts across the couches, chairs and beds surrounding the dance floor.
Behind me, well… That’s where the real fun was happening.
And that’s why I had my back turned to it. I needed a minute to get my composure back. Lust was coursing through my veins like I had never felt before. Normally it was a controlled rush, like being on a rollercoaster. It’s fun and crazy, but it’s also completely predictable.