Drag your hand out of his jeans

“OK, OK, you win, I surrender” he laughs as he pulls your hand free, looking around to check no one has seen what you have been up too. With your wrist held firmly, he zips himself back up with a little difficulty due to the bulging cock that is trying to poke its way free.

He places your hand back on his hip and lets his own return around your back, pulling you back into him.

“Promise to behave yourself if I kiss you again?” he asks with a grin, and before you can answer he presses his lips back against yours, quickly pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hands remain outside your clothes, but still manage to caress every part of your back before sliding them back over your skirt and playing with your ass.

You don’t remain motionless either, and although you do behave yourself to some extent, keeping your own hands around his back and head, as his hands work over your ass, you grind yourself against him, rubbing up and down feeling his cock still hard inside his jeans.

“If I took you somewhere less crowded, could I misbehave again?” you ask as you pull your lips away from him.

“If you took me somewhere less crowded, I’d misbehave with you darling.” And so saying you slide yourself away from his body and begin to wind your way through the room.

He follows you as he reaches to take your hand, and shortly you have him outside of the club in the cool evening air. Turning back to him, you once more lean up to kiss him, the passion building to a point you feel you might just cum from the kiss.

“Come on, let’s get a cab, we can misbehave back at my place” you say with eagerness.