Chapter 6

The air in the private karaoke room was thick, heavy with the scent of our mixed sweat and the lingering, sugary sweetness of cheap wine and expensive perfume. The disco ball, mounted precariously in the corner, had spun to a halt, casting fractured shards of red and blue light across the velvet-cushioned couch where we had tumbled just moments before. The karaoke machine still hummed in the background, a soft, instrumental track playing on loop, but neither of us cared about the song. We were too consumed by the heat radiating off our skin, by the way my chest heaved against his as I lay sprawled across his lap, my ass still stinging from the rough, possessive grip of his hand. He shifted, the movement slow and deliberate, making me gasp as my body adjusted to his weight. I turned my head, my cheek pressing into the soft fabric of his dress shirt, and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. He was watching me with that intense, predatory focus that always made my knees weak. He hadn’t pulled out yet. He was still buried deep inside my ass, the head of his cock still wedged tight in my sphincter,