AJ sauntered over to where she sat, never once taking his eyes from her. When he stood before her, he slowly, very slowly, placed one hand over his fly and touched himself. He took great pleasure in watching Sarah's eyes widen and her lips part as he stroked himself. Smiling, he kept the motion steady while Sarah squirmed in her seat.

"Tell me about your dream..."

"No need, it has nothing on what's happened here tonight." She groaned, watching him squeeze himself.

"What?" he asked, as she made a tortured sound. "You want this?" he leaned his hips closer to her face.

"Maybe," she smiled up at him. "Looks mighty uncomfortable..." she said, running one finger over his swollen length as he closed his eyes and moaned.

Behind the bar, Kevin lifted his glass in a silent toast, grinning at Sarah.

"Maybe I can help. You want me to help?" She looked up at AJ, batting her eyes innocently. She received no answer, so she made as if to rise and retrieve her clothes.

"No," he croaked. "Don't go..."

Laughingly she said, "Poor baby, let me see what I can do." Sarah hooked her fingers in his belt loops and pulled him right up against her face. "Nice, Age ..." she planted a soft kiss over the bulge, rewarded when he threaded his hands through her hair to hold her closer. As she kissed him over and over, her fingers were undoing the buttons on his shirt, the bottom ones first. Still concentrating on her kisses, she parted his shirt and popped the button of his fly. Sarah sat just a little taller and nipped at the flesh behind the button.

"Ouch," she cried as his hands tightened in her hair.

"Sorry." He gasped, making himself loosen his grip only to groan again as she traced his *69* tattoo with her tongue. Her hands had moved behind him to hold and squeeze his ass while she drew fascinating designs on his abdomen with her tongue. He was so distracted he never even felt her lower his zipper until she reached inside the parted fabric, grasped his erection and pulled him free.

He was miserably swollen and Sarah wasted no time on preliminaries. Grasping the base of his erection she wet her lips and took the head between her teeth, lightly licking around the rim. He screamed. He actually screamed, whether in agony or pleasure, it was really difficult to tell. Sarah closed her lips around him, sucking firmly as her tongue dipped in and out of the tiny opening on the tip. All the while she worked him with her hand, her lips and tongue never still.

AJ held her closer, wanting only to bury himself in her throat and trying desperately not to cross the fine line between pleasure and force. He groaned a pitiful plea for mercy and then she did it. Sarah took one deep breath, relaxed her throat and took him completely.

He braced his feet for balance and let himself go, pushing against the back of her throat. God, he was so damn close and he knew she'd never do it and my god why hadn't she pulled away yet? He opened his eyes just long enough to glance downward, and he was gone. The sight of her, stark naked on a velvet chaise, his cock buried in her throat ... he let himself come, as if there was any fucking way to stop it. He filled her throat and damn if she didn't miss a drop of it. AJ stayed right where he was until the spasms abated, stroking her hair and just feeling amazingly good.

"Shit."

Sarah pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up. "Uh oh, was that good or bad?"

"Bad. Very bad. Damn you're good when you're bad ..." he groaned, pulling her to her feet and against him. Holding her tightly, he ground his lips against hers, sweeping his tongue inside and tasting himself. God, she was hot. So fucking hot. No time to waste.

Sarah moved against him, needing more. She got it. He continued to plunder her mouth as he touched her body, one hand at her breast, the other wrapped around her waist for balance. He kneaded her breast in his hand, tugging lightly on the swollen nipple. Dipping his head, he licked her once and lightly blew on the wet flesh, watching in amusement as it pouted for more. Her hips rotated against his, trying in vain to soothe the ache. Slowly he swept his hand over her hip and around to her back, massaging the tight muscles beneath his fingers and finally coming back to rest between her thighs.

"Ohgod..." she whimpered as his fingers stroked her, unerringly finding every pleasure point she possessed. AJ stroked her through the wet heat, plunging a finger inside and then drawing out to circle the throbbing bud nestled in the damp curls and grinning as she shrieked his name.

Spinning her around, he lost no time bracing her against the glass rail of the balcony. He bent her forward at just the right angle for his entry and he pressed against her. Sarah had tensed, expecting a harder impact but was shocked to feel him slowly rub his recovered erection against her wetness, just barely teasing her opening and make her want to beg for more.

She tried in vain to move against him, forcing his entry, but he would have no part of it. Holding himself and stroking lightly, he teased her, rubbing up and down, pressing just the head inside and then retreating to slide between her legs. Sarah tried to reach him, to use her hands but it was no use. She was very close to begging. Damn him, she just wanted him inside her. Now.

"AJ, please-"

The magic word.

With one smooth stroke he was inside her completely and they released a collective breath of relief. He began a slow steady rocking of his hips that touched her deeply every time.

Sarah was supported by the glass rail of the balcony, and it was eerie. With every thrust she was pressed forward and with little imagination, it was as if she was free-falling. The only thing before her was the open air of the club and the floor some twenty-five feet below. It was incredible.

The pace began to build and the familiar tingle in her calves reassured her that the cycle was almost complete. The tension spiraled outward from her abdomen to her fingers, to her toes and finally centered on the heated flesh between her thighs where their bodies were joined. She felt AJ surge within her and found the strength to pull his hand to her body. Taking his fingers in her own, she pressed them against her clit, desperate for release.

"Almost," he said in her ear. He twirled his fingers on her flesh, coaxing her along. "Come on Sarah. Sweet Sarah..."

"AJ ... god..." Her voice had risen in pitch until she was keening in agony. "More," she whimpered, "ohgodplease... please"

He thrust into her one last time, his fingers pinching the knot of flesh between her legs and she came. And came. Her body clenched helplessly around him and he followed her, filling her willing body as he pressed against her back.

Finally he softened and slipped away, holding her close, willing their breathing to slow, their bodies to cool and wondering what the hell to do next.

Any decision they might have made was rendered null and void by the sound of singular applause coming from the shadows of the balcony, Howie's private booth.