The private room was a quiet place from the wild chaos of the club below, the slow, muffled thump of the DJ's music seeping through the walls, a steady pulse that kept the energy alive.
Blue neon lights bathed the room in a soft, intimate glow, casting shadows across the dark sheets of the large bed where I lay. My white mini skirt was bunched around my waist, the only thing I still wore, my sweater and panties long gone, my naked boobs catching the cool air, my long dark hair spilling across the pillows.
Sonny was between my legs, his face buried in my pussy, his lips and tongue working with a hunger that made my body tremble. My heart raced, a mix of wine-fueled dizziness and the reckless thrill of being here with a man I'd met just hours ago, his bold touch igniting a fire I couldn't control. Ezra's absence was a faint echo, drowned out by the heat of the moment, the music, and the intoxicating pull of Sonny's presence.
