The bar air was hot and humid from the body heat in the room. It was worse than outside. I could already see the sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he forced his way through to the bar. It was like someone had forgotten to turn the air conditioning on for the concert tonight.

"There you two are. Are you guys ready to go find a spot?" JD asked when we finally caught up to them.

"Let's go!" Anna squealed in excitement.

"Girls, stay close." JD warned as he looked around the bar. I turned my eyes back around to follow his. The bar was packed, but there were not many other females out on the floor. Anna and I looked out of place in the sea of testosterone.

JD led the way down the stairs to the floor. We followed his path in a single file line to weave through the bodies. We got about halfway to the stage before there was no more moving forward. There was a pretty good view of the stage from our spot. At least we were in the middle of the floor and not stuck in the back.

The crowd was loud, full of liquor, and there was a strong smell of pot in the air. It was pretty overwhelming. We stood in silence. We wouldn't be able to hear each other anyway over the noise. Aiden was on one side of me and Ezra was standing on the other. At least I was surrounded. It made me feel a bit more comfortable knowing I knew who was standing behind me.

JD had his arms around Anna's waist. He would probably stay that way for the whole concert. Mark was on the opposite side of JD and Anna. I noticed the guys were protectively flanking us. Was there something Anna and I didn't know? There were rumors that Camo concerts could get pretty rowdy. Maybe our standing situation happened just by coincidence, but I had my suspicions otherwise.

More bodies were cramming into the space as the minutes ticked by. There was almost no breathing room between us. Ezra and Aiden were both doing their best not to touch me, but it was almost impossible as the crowd filled in. The band began to walk out to the stage and a roar went up through the audience. Our group joined in. It felt so freeing to scream this way and not be ashamed.

The short, thin, bald lead singer walked up to the microphone and the music started the slow fade in. The anticipation of the first song playing was thick in the air. Anna and I exchanged excited glances. This was going to be awesome.

The lead singer opened his mouth and let out a scream. The music exploded through the bar. Within seconds the whole crowd was jumping and shoving each other. I was knocked back into Ezra and he grabbed my arm to keep me from being thrown to the floor.

When I looked over, I saw JD, Mark, and Aiden fighting to grab Anna, who was struggling with someone trying to pull her into the pit. JD picked Anna up by her waist and pulled her back towards the other side of the floor. Mark and Aiden pushed at the crowd to make a path for him to pull her clear. They all started moving back towards the back of the bar.

My eyes searched for Ezra's and I was bumped into again. He kept having to hold me up from getting knocked over. I was struggling hard to stay on my feet. I kept getting pushed into and knocked back with every swell of the crowd. He motioned his head for me to follow him. We needed to move back away from the aggression.

We began to try to move back when I felt a tug on my arm, trying to pull me forward. I screamed and fought, trying to unhook the fingers wrapped around my arm. Ezra turned quickly and his hand flew to grab me. He missed my arm and ended up holding me by my corset strings. He pulled hard, trying to keep me with him. I kept fighting against the crowd as Ezra struggled to hold onto me. He was struck from behind, which knocked him to the ground and I felt him lose hold of his grip. I was being pulled right in the middle of the pit.

In the swirling and shoving crowd, I completely lost sight of Ezra. Panic ripped through me as I was pushed and shoved from every direction. What was I going to do? I began to push back against some of the guys trying to find my way out. I was not strong enough to break through. An arm hooked around my waist and swung me in deeper towards the stage. I was spinning and felt my feet leave the ground multiple times when someone else would toss me deeper. I was being thrown like a rag doll through the crowd.

A set of hands with stubby fingers grabbed my chest from behind. I tried to pull the hands away, but I was pinned between the moshing bodies and couldn't break free. This was not happening.

The guy grabbing me was yanked away from me and the swirling bodies were knocking into me again. Another arm wrapped around my waist and began to pull me towards the side of the bar. I started thrashing to try to get away from whoever had a hold of me. I was not going anywhere without a fight. Everything was moving in fast motion as I swung my arms and legs with everything I had.

When a second arm wrapped around my waist, I dug my nails into the flesh and scratched as hard as I could to try to get free. The strong arms pulled me in closer and a warm body pressed into me from behind.

"Let me go!" I screamed and twisted, trying to break free.

"Stop fighting me." Ezra's hot breath was in my ear. "I need to get you out of here. Hold on to me."

My body relaxed and surrendered to him immediately. I reached back with both my hands and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt as tight as I could to make sure we wouldn't get separated again.

Ezra started pulling me back through the swirling bodies. He removed one arm from my waist and was using it to push the pit back as we moved to safety. We were able to slowly inch back through the crowd until we were pressed up against the bar wall. There was no moving from here. We were stuck right where we were.

Ezra stayed behind me and didn't attempt to move. He wouldn't have been able to get far if he tried anyway. From the angle of his legs, I could tell he was leaning back against the wall. He was breathing heavily into my ear, worn out from pulling me away from the danger. The heat was radiating off him like wildfire. He was drenched in sweat. I tried to step away from him to give him some space to breathe and he pulled me back tighter, wrapping both arms around my waist and locked his arms around me so I couldn't break free. I tugged at his hands to try to unlock them and he gripped his arms tighter.

"You're going to stay right here." He commanded into my ear.

I stopped fighting him and just gave in. I was probably safer from the crowd this way. The skirt had been a terrible idea. At least no one could sneak up behind me and lift it up. I only had to worry about people standing in front of me.

"You ok?" He yelled into my ear. The music was loud and I wasn't sure if he would hear me if I spoke. I shook my head yes against him. He took a deep breath and sighed at my answer. It was like he was relieved he had found me.

The music continued to play loud and rhythmic. I watched the crowd to make sure we were still out of harm's way. It seemed like Ezra found a pretty good spot for us to watch the rest of the show. I didn't see anyone else from our group as I craned my head up to look around. I think we were on the other side of the bar. He continued to hold onto me through the first few songs. I could feel him relax the longer the band played.

We were pressed even tighter together from the crowds of people moving around us and every movement we made caused one of us to rub against each other accidentally. Ezra was very tall and I was really short, so it wasn't much of an issue until Ezra shifted his weight a little lower to reposition himself. I was not sure if he did it inadvertently or if he knew what he was doing. He was still leaning against the wall, but the slight shift lined him up perfectly behind my hips.

A rogue mosher broke through and knocked me back off my feet and right into Ezra. He tried to pull me in tighter against him so I didn't get knocked to the ground. My skirt rode up in the back and I could feel the fabric of his jeans through the holes on my fishnets. My hands flew down to pull at the back of my skirt to cover myself and I accidentally brushed my hand across him. My hand had a mind of its own and lingered a little too long as I realized what just happened. I was standing there holding it in my hand with my mouth hanging open. I looked back at him mortified and tried to apologize over the noise of the crowd.

Ezra's eyes were wide as he looked down to where my hand was still on him. I pulled my hand away and turned back to face the stage, trying to ignore what just happened. My heart was racing.

The hard pounding song ended and a slower sensual melody began to cut through the air. Ezra removed one hand from my waist when the crowd responded to the change in the atmosphere. My body was tense after what just happened. I was more aware of how close we were standing to one another.

I began to step forward a bit since the crowd had calmed down when his hand moved to my back to stop me. His calloused fingertips began to trace the corset laces. He found the little patches of skin on my back between the laces and let his skin linger on mine. My body trembled under his touch as goosebumps spread up and down my body. I was going mad from his fingertips on me. My barely-there panties were soaking for him.

The slow dirty rhythm of the song was calling to me. My body began to slowly move on its own as Ezra's fingers tickled the skin on my back. As I moved hypnotically to the music, Ezra repositioned himself, so every move I made would softly brush against him.

After a few small movements against him without him stopping me, I summoned my courage and decided I wanted more. Being near Ezra made me bolder and I liked the out of control feeling I had with him. I pressed myself back against him a little more and began to roll my hips over him to the rhythm of the music. I moved in slow light circles against him, rubbing just hard enough to get his attention.

His body tensed and I paused, unsure if I should keep going. I looked back at him over my shoulder. I began to try to apologize for what I was doing when I felt his hand move over my breast. He found my nipple under the fabric and began moving it between his fingers.

I moaned as I watched him twist and pull at the fabric. He leaned in and nipped at my neck. His tongue found the spot below my ear and I was lost to this dark-haired boy.

He began moving his hands down my stomach and dipped his fingertips into the top of my skirt, grabbing the bare exposed skin on my hips. He pulled my hips back hard with both hands and pushed himself against me.

"Move baby." He growled into my ear. I began rolling my body over him, rubbing hard and slow to the rhythm of the music. Under the thin fabric of my skirt, I could feel him hardening as my body slid over his. His body was pulsating from the excitement.

I placed my hands on his and guided him down to the top of my thighs to the bottom edge of my skirt. I reached one hand back up and tangled my fingers in his hair to pull it. My body leaned into him so his head was on my neck. I began to roll my hips in the opposite direction grinding against him.

"Fuck. You are so sexy." He breathed into my ear.

I turned my head to look at him and bit my lip. The bar lighting was dark, but I could see the fire in his light eyes. He began to look around to make sure we weren't being watched. A smile spread across his face as he looked back down at me. He moved his fingers into the waistband of my skirt and began tracing the line of my panties. He moved his fingers over the fabric and felt how my body was responding to him.

"You're so wet for me." He moaned into me.

He slipped a finger inside my panties and I shivered. He lightly teased the skin and his fingers danced over me softly. He pressed his fingertips against me harder and began rubbing circles to the beat. Ezra was always a musician. My eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure and my knees were shaking. I continued to grind my hips against him as my moans were lost in the sounds of the music surrounding us. My pace against him quickened with every movement his fingers made over me.

"Look around Riley, every guy here tonight wants to fuck you. Be a good girl for me and show them who you belong to."

I pulled his hair harder when he applied more pressure to my swollen clit. His fingertips began to move faster and the edge of my vision blurred. My knees were shaking and I was barely able to stand.

"Ezra," I breathlessly panted.

All my nerve endings were igniting at once as he was bringing me to the edge under his fingertips. When he felt me losing control from his touch, he pushed hard against me and I could feel his body twitch, signaling he was close too. I quickened my pace against him wanting to feel him lose himself to me too.

He moved his other hand from my waist and I could feel his hand lift my skirt in the back. He unzipped his pants quickly and pulled away the fabric of the jeans so it was just him in his boxers against me. His fingers kept moving over me in fast circles as he moved against me from behind. He was so hard for me as he looked down and watched me move over him. I didn't even care if the whole place was watching me with my skirt up over my hips, rubbing myself against him. I needed to feel him.

"Come for me." He whispered into me and pushed himself against me hard over and over again. My body exploded and I almost collapsed to the floor. He held me up and thrust against me one last time.

"Fuck." Ezra moaned as he finished against me. We were both shaking and panting.

Ezra wrapped his arms back around my waist and held my body against him. My skirt was still up in the back and I could feel him still through the fabric of his boxers. He nuzzled into me and kissed me on my neck. I wanted to turn and press my lips against his, but my legs were shaking too badly to move. He stood there holding me against him the rest of the concert, not even attempting to let me go.