I’d felt was Nikolai and all I’d been able to think about had been my need to both escape and own him.
When I’d finally realized that my mind and body wouldn’t be satisfied with anyone besides Nikolai, I’d given up on trying to lose myself in the strange touches and hushed voices. But when I’d looked his way in the hopes that he’d somehow get my silent message that I just wanted to get the hell out of there, I’d been greeted by the sight of Angel draped over Nikolai’s arm.
As I’d watched Angel take Nikolai’s hand in his, I’d wanted to know what the young man with pink hair had that I didn't. I’d wanted to know why Nikolai was so willing to follow him to some darkened corner, but not me. Most of all, I’d wanted to let go and just not care.
But as hard as I’d tried, there’d been no letting go. The strange men who'd surrounded me with their hard bodies and the promise of sexual release hadn’t been enough.
They weren’t Nikolai, so they’d never be enough.
And then, suddenly, he’d been there.
I'd been so sure it was a dream.
As I’d stared at Nikolai’s outstretched hand, the music had blared around us and the men who'd been all but fucking me on the dance floor had made their displeasure about the interruption known, but all of that had fallen away as I’d looked at Nikolai's outstretched fingers. I’d understood what the heat in his eyes had been promising even as my brain had tried to warn me to walk away.
But walking away hadn’t been an option and just like that, my scattered thoughts had snapped back together and I’d been able to make sense of things.
No, not things, Nikolai. I’d made sense of him. I’d made sense of the fact that, job or not, he wanted me. All I’d had to do was take that one step forward. I hadn’t cared what the outcome would be or that I’d likely regret my actions later. All I’d cared about was putting my fingers in his and letting him take care of the rest.
So that was exactly what I’d done and now here I stood, my back pressed against the cool metal of the bathroom stall as Nikolai's mouth worshiped mine. He stole everything in that moment. My breath, my exhaustion, my despair. I felt alive as his hands moved up from where they were holding on to my wrists so he could link our fingers together. As his body pressed against mine in that stall, I took a chance and kissed him back.
And just like that, everything changed.
As soon as my tongue swept over Nikolai's, he let out what I could only classify as a growl and then his mouth was crashing down on mine. His unabashed hunger ratcheted up my own desire. I bumped my hips forward to try to get some relief for my pained cock. With the way Nikolai had me pinned, I couldn't move my upper body much, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t grind my groin against his to make it clear what I wanted.
What I needed.
"Fuck," Nikolai breathed as he ripped his mouth from mine. I used the opportunity to catch my breath but quickly found that I couldn't bear to lose that physical connection with him. I pressed my cheek against his so we’d still be skin on skin. My body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't recall a time I'd ever been so hard. It actually hurt. I felt like every part of me was wound too tight.
“Nikolai,” I whimpered.
"I know, baby," Nikolai said as he dropped my hands and clasped my face between his fingers. His mouth settled on mine again. He kissed me long and deep. When he tore his mouth from mine again, I opened my mouth to protest.
“Not here. Not like this," Nikolai interrupted before I could say anything.
I didn't give a shit where he took me or who might be listening, but he didn't give me a chance to tell him so. Instead, he kissed me hard and then he grabbed my hand in his before practically ripping the stall door off the hinges. Several guys watched hungrily as we walked by. A few of them were well on their way to reaching their own sexual gratification, but I barely noticed. I was too focused on the way Nikolai’s thumb was rubbing softly over mine as he held my hand. It was such