In Heat
Published by Dana Brown at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Dana Brown
While out dancing at a hot nightclub, a huge, muscled man approaches Jack. When he asks Jack to dance, he accepts, not knowing how great his night is going to be. When the man asks Jack to follow him to the bathroom, Jack knows he’ll never know more pleasure. After their erotic encounter, Jack realizes that the man has a wolfish secret…
The lights and sounds of the club stirred Jack into a frenzy as he danced with a man who was more fearsome than anyone he had ever seen. The man stood almost a foot taller than him, with a closely cropped beard and shoulders like a brick wall. His long dark hair was loose and fell over his shoulders like some barbarian warrior and his well-defined muscles were plainly visible through his sleeveless T-shirt. He had approached Jack while he was sitting at the bar drinking by himself. All it took was for him to say, "wanna dance?" and Jack was his. They pushed their way through the crowd of sweaty men and carved out their own spot to dance under the lights and the throbbing music.
The man wrapped his arm around Jack and they sped up their dancing. He grinded roughly against Jack's leg and he could feel the man's erection through his black leather pants. Jack's heart pounded and his breathing came harder and harder. He could feel the strength in the man's chest, the density of his muscles. He felt the man's heart pound and he smelled his sweet musk. Jack couldn't believe how turned on he was getting. With his own member swelling in his pants, he pushed himself against the man and the two grinded their cocks together. Jack couldn't believe how fucking good it felt.
The man roughly grabbed Jack's ass and pulled him closer, using his other hand to lift Jack's face up.
"Follow me," he said.
The man bit Jack's neck and ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair, then turned and strode off towards the bathroom. Jack all but skipped with happiness. He was ready, he was sure.
He followed the giant into the bathroom.
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The bathroom was cramped and somehow they were alone. Jack followed the man into one of the stalls and they locked the door. Just when Jack turned around to look at the man, he was pushed back against the wall of the stall. The man stared deep into his eyes, and Jack saw the fire of his passion. It was strange though, Jack thought to himself, that the man's eyes seemed almost yellow. It must be the light.
The man bent over and kissed Jack roughly, flicking his tongue past Jack's lips. His beard scratched against Jack's face and he growled with pleasure. Jack was butter in his arms. He wrapped his arms around the man, flexing his muscles against the massive girth of the man and prayed that he would touch him more. Jack stroked the rock hard shoulders and arms that were enveloping him. Jack was in great shape — a lean, toned body that was as dexterous as any dancer, but he knew that if he wanted to, the man could crush his body as if it were made of twigs. Jack's cock throbbed inside his jeans as he thought of being completely dominated by this man.
The man went further down, lightly scratching Jack's cheek with his beard. He started to lick and bite Jack's neck and Jack could do nothing but moan longer and longer as the man kissed further and further down. He started to unbutton Jack's shirt, kissing his collar bone and chest. Jack could smell the man's hair — a sweet combination of sweat and pine, as if he had run to the club from a forest — and he reached down and grabbed the man's head, bringing his face up to look at his.
"This is my first time," Jack said, feeling his cheeks go redder.