Sapphic Erotica II

Bass surrounds me, boxing me into the center of this club.

At Eden, things get intense. Leave it to Chicago’s sapphic reggaeton princess, Jenny Fox, to turn up the heat when it matters.

“More shots!” my friend yells over the music, shoving mystery liquid toward me with a bright smile.

But my appetite calls for something else, so I wave her off. My gaze drifts back to the balcony.

Never Have I Ever must’ve been heavily promoted because the place is packed. Bodies grinding, glitter everywhere, hell, one of the drag queens even lost her pastie.

Through all that motion, a figure holds my attention.

And somehow, I hold hers.

She hasn’t moved.

Eyes trained on me and face carved by strobing lights. Layers of black clothing, a gold septum glinting each time she shifts, ear gages, and deep mahogany skin that glows like she’s lit from within.

I want to get close.

Close enough to smell her.

Close enough to figure out if that sheen on her skin is from sweat or shea butter.

Maybe… lucky enough to taste her.

There's enough liquor, but not enough courage.

Still, something in me says try.

I clutch a mocktail that's meant to sober me up and weave through the crowd, a fraud in heels.

The pulse in my throat thrums harder as I make my way up the club stairs to the balcony. Not sure if it's from nerves or the heat of the room swallowing me whole.

She senses me before I even reach her.

Dark lashes frame her eyes that cut through surrounding bodies and land on me like she’s been waiting.

Yeah, I need that. Now.

“Come with me,” she says, brushing past me.

I sluggishly turn and follow without a word, my legs moving without protest as if

they have a mind of their own.

Her strides are fluid. Confident. Unfairly sexy. She walks like she owns the room and everything in it. Including me.

I stumble behind her, bumping shoulders, spilling my drink, liquor finally catching up with me.

She reaches back to grab my hand before I can ask where we're going.

Her palm is rough. Warm.

Soon, we're through the exit and into the bite of winter air. I inhale sharply, like my lungs forgot how to work inside the club.

“You looked like you could use some fresh air,” she says before I can speak.

A giggle escapes me.

“You reading my mind?”

“Something like that.” Her smile flashes. White teeth against brown, lined, glossy lips.

Mm, those lips have me wondering how her smile tastes.

“And here I thought you had a staring problem,” I tease, surprised by my confidence.

“What can I say? You caught my eye. But you definitely stared first.”

The wind nips at my cheeks, but I barely feel it. I’m locked in her gravity, pulled in like a tide.

I haven't been immediately physically attracted to a stranger in a long time. But it's happening now, and it feels good. Too good. I’ll connect with her in whatever way she'll have me.

“My car’s warm,” she says softly. “It’s just down the street... if you’re cold.”

My mouth goes dry, and I nod. What is going on? I never approach women.

The first time I do, she invites me to her car. If this is how it goes, I've totally missed out on life. My stomach suddenly turns into a nervous knot.

"Lead the way," I say, relieved I could choke that out without stuttering.

I itch for her to grab my hand as she did earlier. As if she senses my thoughts, she reaches back.

"You need some help?" Her smile is as warm as her grip. Inviting.

She could lure me straight into a trap, and I wouldn't mind. A few blocks down, and her Subaru beeps as we approach.

"Haha, you're gay," I blurt out, pointing at her blue Outback.

"Haha, you're dinner," she smirks, opening the passenger side with a roll of her eyes.

She offers her hand when I wobble a little, and I gladly take it.

Wait.

Did she just say I'm dinner?

My mind races through positions we could probably attempt in her vanilla-scented car.

Then the doubts come crashing.

I haven't gotten laid in almost a year.

Do I even remember how to kiss someone? I mean, I'm sure I do. But what if I'm bad at it now and she messages her friends in the group chat about my

inexperience?

Gosh, what am I doing?

The car door slamming shut snaps me out of it.

For a second, it's unbearably quiet and slightly awkward. She's closer than I remember. Like... really close.

The dashboard light catches her face, soft and orange. For the first time, I really notice her impeccable full beat and wonder how long it took. I'm suddenly very aware that we're alone.

My brain starts up again. Say something normal. Do something normal.

Instead, I laugh nervously. "So... this is your kidnapping vehicle?"

She huffs a small laugh, shaking her head, but she doesn't move away.

Our hands are still linked between us. I realize neither of us has let go.

My thumb shifts without thinking, brushing over hers.

Her eyes drop to our hands. Then back to my mouth.

Oh.

Oh.

The air changes. Suddenly charged. I swallow, hyperaware of how close she is, how easy it would be to lean forward, but I don't move.

She does.

Slow at first, like she's giving me time to pull away.

Like hell I would.

"Did you like what you saw at the club?" she whispers, her lips just inches from

mine.

She smells better than I imagined. Strong bergamot with a tiny hint of nicotine. It's intoxicating, and the pout of her full lips is such an inviting sight.

I find myself leaning closer, and she meets me halfway, our lips touching softly.

Her warm skin against mine is my undoing, and once is never enough. I kiss her again, reaching between us for that hand that brings me comfort. It steadies me

while she cradles my cheek with the other.

Her touch is delicious, and my previous worries are gone.

She deepens the kiss, gently sucking on my bottom lip. I moan into her mouth, and my legs part immediately.

When did I become such a slut for a hot stranger?

She wastes no time pinning me against the seat and window, straddling me. I welcome it.

She kisses from my cheek down to my neck, leaving a trail of a lip-gloss combo most girls would die to know.

The kisses on my neck grow frantic. Hungrier.

I tilt without thinking, giving her more space, more skin, more of me.

Her hand slides up my inner thigh, nails slightly digging into my skin. Slow, like she’s savoring it. An image of her tasting other parts of me flashes through my mind, and it’s almost too much. I buck off the seat with a gasp. I need her. And part of me feels like she needs me too.

Her lips drag across the sensitive spot under my ear, and my whole body shivers despite the car’s warmth.

She kisses once.

Then again.

Then pauses.

I'm breathing fast.

She's breathing... not at all?

Or maybe I'm just too gone to notice.

My body hums in anticipation as her fingers curl around the back of my neck

possessively.

My pulse jumps under her mouth.

"Oh shi..." I whisper, barely getting the words out. "I'm usually not this brave. You're just so hot. I don't know what's come over me. Maybe it's the liquor."

She hums against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through my chest. Then

she whispers quietly,

"You approached me tonight because I wanted you to."

Kiss.

Oh my.

"You felt brave tonight because I wanted you brave."

Kiss.

Heat travels from my lower belly to between my thighs.

"I know more about you than you realize."

Lick.

My toes curl, and I clutch the headrest, gasping.

I don't even have time to process it.

Her lips part against my neck.

And something sharper than a kiss presses into me.

A hot sting, followed by a pull of her mouth sucking, almost latched onto me.

A sudden rush of heat shoots through my throat. I gasp loudly. Half pain, mostly pleasure.

My fingers dig into her jacket to pull her closer. She sucks, and I hear her throat take a long gulp.

Her hand tightens on my thigh, anchoring me as she goes deeper, mouth sealed to my skin like she's drinking the moment... drinking me.

My head falls back against the seat. My breath hitches and body trembles as warm liquid dribbles down my neck.

And all I can think is-

Is she a vampire?