Page 159 of Dirty Like Jude
“I’m not gonna pretend to understand the whole DJ thing,” I said in her ear, but I pulled her round ass against me as shemoved.
Roni looked at me over her shoulder like I wascrazy.
I shrugged. “Not really my kindamusic.”
“Just give her your ears,” Roni said, “for the next three hours, and trust me, you’ll get it.” She looked out into the club. “Summer’s a master. She’s gonna mix in bits of songs you recognize, working her way into some really dirty, danceable ghetto funk, sampling in some rock to punch up the energy. Then when everyone’s danced their asses off to the point that she knows they never want to stop… she’ll hit them with somereallyheavy bump ’n’ grind, so they wanna fuck right on her dancefloor.”
“Other than the fuckin’ part, I have no idea what you justsaid.”
She laughed. “Think of her as, like, a mad conductor. She’ll read the vibe of the room, the energy and response of the crowd. Pretty much like at a rock show, but she can adjust as she goes. She’ll pull back when it feels right, push harder when it feels right, bring the whole room along with her. It’ll all build to this ecstatic peak, and then she’ll run them right off the cliff with her when it’s time.” She turned in my arms and slipped her arms around my neck, pressing her curves against me. “It’s why people do certain drugs at a show like this. You pop a few pills at the right time, the high hits you right as the music peaks. And it’s like one giantorgasm.”
“Huh. I’m startin’ to see theappeal.”
“Plus, you get todance.”
“Nope. Sorry, babe. I do notdance.”
“Is that right?” She pushed me back toward a couch. “Well, I do. Sit your assdown.”
Isat.
She then started twisting her hips to Summer’s remix of “Love Struck,” which was full-on pumping through the club now, and the way she rolled her hips… Jesus and fuck. Girl couldmove.
“Yeah?” she said, watching me as she ran her hands down her body. “You likethat?”
“Yeah. I likethat.”
“Then don’tmove.”
I wasn’t goinganywhere.
She swiveled her hips in little figure-eights and started unbuttoning her shirt. She did it slow, but there weren’t many buttons to delay the inevitable. She turned and peeled the shirt off one shoulder, then the other, peeking at me over her shoulder… and my cockswelled.
She stripped the shirt completely off and tossed it at me. I caught it and as she turned back to me, smoothing her hands over her bra, she laughed at what had to be the stunned look on my face, losing herrhythm.
“Wait, wait,” she fumbled, giggling, “I can do this.” She caught her rhythm again and I was hypno-fucking-tized.
It was her hands that really did it. They wandered over her body, smoothing over her curves, and my dick hardened in response. The smile was gone from her face and her eyes locked onto mine as she driftednearer.
She hooked her thumbs inside the waist of her skirt and shimmied it down over her hips, let it drop and stepped out of it. Then she tossed that at me too. I caught it and held onto both of them, her shirt and her skirt, as she worked her waycloser.
When she was halfway to me, she turned around and bent over, her perfect ass in the air, and grabbed herankles.
“Damn,” Isaid.
She came back up, arching her back and tossing her hair down herback.
I had to shift my hips to try to find more room in the front of my jeans.Jesus Christ.Where did she learn moves likethis?
Then she smoothed her hands over her panties and did a slow, hip-swiveling turn to face me. Her hands continued down her thighs, down to her knees, and the next thing I knew she was on her knees, crawling toward me, hips rolling all the way, like a cat in heat. Her eyes were locked on mine and her cheeks were flushed. She looked amused… and turnedon.
As she reached my feet, she put her hands on my knees, bit her plump bottom lip and spread my legs with force. The aggressive move sent a fiery signal straight to myballs.
I balled up her clothes in my fists. Then she pushed herself into me and up, dragging her chest against me from my spread thighs all the way to myface.
Then she burst out laughing. “Something like that. I can’t remember all the moves.” She stood up and tussled her hair. “I took a class a while ago, just for fun. This is the first time I actually tried the moves out on aman.”
“You kiddin’ me?” I tossed her clothes aside and got up, my ego swelling—right along with my dick—that she’d never done that for anyone else. I walked her right up against the window. “You are not done. You do not get to talk to me about musical orgasms, then wiggle that ass all over the place for me like that, shove your tits in my face and juststop.”
