"Oh God. Like that. Fuck." She was loud, tantalizingly so. He thought, maybe, he should have silenced this little closet. Hoped that the bass pumping through the club would be enough to mask their sounds. Her walls clenched, pulling him deeper inside her and his eyes crossed. He was on the verge of exploding when she shouted through her release, grinding and pushing backwards against him. Blaise lost it entirely when he felt her hand glide up from where it had been playing with his balls to gather up some of the wetness pouring out of her before sliding back. The feel of her pulsing around him, combined with the wet slide of her fingers against his balls, pulled a groan from deep within his chest as he emptied inside her, her cunt milking him dry. Slowly, his thrusting decreased. Slowly, they stilled. Slowly, he pulled out of her, watching in fascination as their combined come slid down the insides of her slim thighs. She straightened and turned, and now Blaise got a rather naughty view of her bare cunt (who fucking knew Granger waxed) before he dragged his gaze up to the hips he'd held onto for dear life, then to her trim waist, those amazing fucking breasts, and finally, to her eyes, which were hazy and... something. Not satisfied. Not happy. Some emotion he couldn't identify played deep within those amber irises as she stepped around him, heading for her clothes without a word.