The club was a wild, pulsing chaos, the DJ's music pounding through the air, vibrating in my chest. I was right in the middle of hall, my white mini skirt bunched up, my fitted sweater clinging to my skin, my long dark hair swinging as I danced. Up above, the semi-naked dancers in the glass bowl swayed under cascading water, their bare bodies barely a distraction now.

Sonny's hand was inside my panties now, his fingers sliding over my pussy, slick with my wetness, sending shivers racing through me. "Argh, Aeri… you've gotten so wet," he murmured, his voice low and husky against my ear, his fingers moving with deliberate strokes, teasing my folds and making my body tremble.

I moaned, a smile tugging at my lips as I pressed back against him, feeling the hard bulge in his pants.

"Ahmm… you as well, Sonny," I said, my voice breathy and teasing, my heart pounding as I reached back, my fingers fumbling with his zipper. I pulled it down, his hard cock straining against his underwear, and I stroked it slowly, feeling its heat through the fabric. "You've gotten so hard inside your pants."

Sonny groaned, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned closer, his voice a whisper over the music.

"Argh… shake that ass more… let's dance it together," he said, his fingers picking up speed, rubbing my pussy faster, stealing my breath. I swayed my hips, grinding my ass against his dick, the friction sparking heat through me, my body moving on instinct.

"Yeah… just like that… you're doing good," he said, his voice thick with desire as he tugged my skirt higher, bunching it around my waist. My panties were fully exposed now, my ass cheeks grinding against his cock through his underwear, the thin fabric doing little to hide the heat between us.

The crowd around us was a blur—couples kissing hungrily, a guy licking his girl's pussy right on the dance floor, a woman on a couch giving a blowjob, all shameless under the neon lights. It felt like anything was allowed here, and the thought made me bolder, reckless.

The announcer's voice boomed over the speakers, cutting through the music. "Man, things have gotten heated up in the club!" he shouted, and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams.

My head spun, the wine and Sonny's fingers pushing me to the edge, a dizzying heat flooding my body, like I was losing myself in the pleasure.

"Damn, Aeri, you're killing it with those moves," Sonny said, his voice a low growl as he pulled my skirt higher, my panties fully on display now, his fingers still inside them, rubbing my pussy faster, circling my clit with a pressure that made my knees weak. His other hand groped my boobs through my sweater, squeezing hard, his lips kissing my neck, leaving a trail of heat that made me shiver.

"Ahhh… ahhh…" I moaned, my voice lost in the music as I swayed my ass against him, his hand on my boobs, his lips on my neck, his fingers working my pussy relentlessly.

My legs started to tremble, my juices dripping down my thighs, the sensation overwhelming as my body arched into his touch.

"Sonny… this is… too much," I gasped, my voice shaky, a breathless laugh escaping as I gripped his arms, trying to steady myself.

Sonny's fingers were still inside my panties, rubbing my pussy, slick with my wetness, each stroke sending shivers through me. My legs trembled, my juices dripping down my thighs, the heat overwhelming.

"Hey… I'm losing control…" I moaned, biting my lip, my voice shaky as I leaned back against his chest, my hands gripping his arms. "Let's take a little rest…" I gasped, my heart pounding, the intensity of it all suddenly too much.

Sonny's fingers slowed, his eyes meeting mine as he tilted his head, a playful glint in his gaze.

"You don't wanna take it to the end, Aeri?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, though there was a hint of disappointment as he kept his hands on my hips, his groin still pressed against my ass.

"N-no… ahh…" I stammered, my cheeks burning as I glanced around, the crowd of wild energy.

"There are lots of people here… I'm not comfortable," I said, my voice soft but firm, my body still trembling from his touch.

Sonny nodded, his expression softening as he gently turned me to face him, his hands still on my ass, firm and bold, keeping me close. "Yeah, that's understandable," he said, his voice sincere as he pulled his hand from my panties smoothing my skirt down. "I'm sorry, got carried away. You okay?"

I exhaled, my heart still racing as I reached up, my hands sliding around his neck, holding him to steady myself. "It's okay, don't be," I said, managing a small smile, my cheeks flushed with heat and a mix of nerves and relief. "It's just… a lot, you know?"

"Hehe," Sonny giggled, his face inching closer, his breath warm against my lips. "You're something else, Aeri," he said, his voice soft but playful, his eyes locking with mine.

The music thumped around us, the crowd swaying and losing themselves in the heat, but in that moment, it was just us, our breaths mingling, an understanding passing between us. Before I could think, his lips brushed mine, and we kissed, our mouths moving together, soft at first, then deeper, munching in the center of the chaos. The music pulsed, the neon lights flashed, and the crowd's energy wrapped around us, but all I felt was Sonny's lips, warm and bold, pulling me into the moment.

I pulled back slightly, my head spinning, a dizzy mix of wine, desire, and the wild vibe of the club.

How did I let this happen? I thought, my body still burning, my heart pounding. I barely knew Sonny—an hour ago, he was just a guy in a café, and now his hands were on me, his lips on mine, pushing boundaries I hadn't crossed in years with anyone else other than Ezra, that too recently.

I glanced at the crowd, people lost in their own reckless moments—kissing, touching, giving in completely. They're all going for it, but that doesn't mean I should, I told myself, a flicker of guilt about Ezra creeping in. He'd be so mad if he knew and his heart might shatter even more.

My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive, and I wasn't sure if it was the wine, the club, or Sonny making me feel this way.

Sonny's arms suddenly swept me up, one hand firm on my back, the other cradling my calf, lifting me effortlessly. I giggled, a light, breathless sound, our lips still locked in a deep, hungry kiss as he carried me through the crowd.

He sank onto a plush black couch in a quieter corner, still holding me in his arms, my body draped across his thighs. I cupped his cheeks, my fingers brushing his jaw as we kissed and kissed, our mouths moving together, soft then urgent, the beat of the music guiding our rhythm.

My skirt was bunched up, barely covering my thighs, and his zipper was down, the bulge in his underwear pressing against me, but we didn't care—not in this place, where boundaries seemed to dissolve. His hand rested on my shoulders, holding me close, his touch warm and steady as we relaxed into the couch, the wild energy of the club softening around us.

Sonny pulled back slightly, his eyes twinkling under the neon lights as he grabbed a glass of wine from the table beside us.

"Open your mouth," he said, his voice low and teasing, his smile playful as he held the glass above me.

I laughed, tilting my head back, parting my lips as he poured the wine directly into my mouth, a thin stream of tart liquid hitting my tongue.

"Ahh, that's bitter!" I said, giggling as I swallowed, the taste sharp but fun, my cheeks flushed with heat and amusement.

Sonny grinned, taking a sip from the same glass, his eyes locked on mine. Then he leaned down, his lips finding mine again, and as we kissed, he let a trickle of wine slip from his mouth into mine, the liquid warm and intimate, mixing with the heat of our kissed.

I gasped softly, my hands tightening on his cheeks, my body buzzing with the boldness of it, the music thumping in the background.

"Hey…" Sonny murmured, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes, his voice soft but charged with intent. "Let's relocate to somewhere more private." His hand brushed my inner thigh, his fingers lingering near the panties once again, his gaze steady and suggestive.

My cheeks burned, a deep flush spreading as I caught his meaning, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and hesitation. I gulped, my mind spinning—He wants to take this further, somewhere alone.

My body was still on fire, the wine and his touch making me dizzy, but a flicker of doubt crept in. I barely know him… an hour ago, he was just a guy in a café. Can I really do this? My face was all flushed, my heart pounding as I looked into his eyes, the neon lights reflecting in them, the club's wild energy urging me forward while a part of me hesitated, caught between desire and the thought of Ezra.

And I..bit my lips...