“You got it.” The waitress turns to leave, glancing back at me and giving me sultry eyes over her shoulder.
I watch her ass swing side to side as she walks away until she's out of view, then I let my eyes drift out into the crowd. People are dancing, the music is bumping, and just the whole vibe of the place is giving me that warm feeling in my gut.
Never in my life did I ever think I'd be sitting here in the VIP section of Dutch. If I went back in time and told myself where I'd end up, I wouldn't even believe it. I'd probably even try to fight myself about it.
Because how does a poor kid from the shit end of the city, Arctic Grove, end up here?
Most people don't, but I'm not most people.
If there's one thing I have that most people lack, it's determination. I was going to be famous one day, that much I knew. And here I am, with money to spare and women ready to lick my balls for just a taste.
My eyes surf the sea of beautiful bodies, just enjoying the live show before me.
“Here you are,” the waitress says, returning in record time.
“Thank you.” Picking up both shot glasses, I hand one to Stone, then look back at her. “Where's yours?”
Holding out her arms, she lowers her head. “No drinking allowed when I'm working.”
“I'll take a rain check then.” Saluting the air, I knock back the shot fast. “Woo!” I call out, shaking my head. “That shit burns, what the hell was it?”
Stone is laughing as he runs the back of his hand across his mouth. “It's tequila, dip shit. Oh wait, I forgot you only drink dog piss.”
Pulling back my arm, I slug him in the bicep. “Dick.”
“Ah, fuck, Phade, that shit isn't funny.”
“Neither are your jokes, so let's call it even.”
Drink after drink after drink, Stone and I pound them back like they're water. After the first few, I don't even feel the burn anymore. My chest feels warm and my skin is getting hot.
Tugging at the collar of my shirt, I glance around the room, and a flicker of light catches my attention from across the bar.
Focusing my eyes, I'm instantly drawn to a woman in a flashy dress. She's sitting alone, sipping a martini. Our eyes cross for a single beat, holding just long enough to know we see each other. Then hers are gone, darting away into the crowd.
And in that split second I feel something. It's raw and bold, and now I can't stop looking at that woman. I don't want to turn away, I want her to look at me again, I want to feel that flash of a rush that ran through my body when our eyes met.
“Dude, Phade, you with me, man?” Waving his hand in front of my face, Stone leans over, forcing me to see him.
“Yeah, what's up?”
“Man, you're so fucked up, I can see it in your eyes.” Holding up two fingers, he starts to move them back and forth. “Follow my fingers.”
Shoving him back, I chuckle. “Get the fuck out of here.” Standing, I adjust my collar and look down at my friend. “I've got a date with that sexy piece of ass over there, you might want to start planning another ride home. The limo's going to be taken tonight.”
Following my gaze, Stone grins. “She's cute, not exactly your type, but cute.”
“Not my type? Since when do I have a type?”
“Since you signed that fucking contract, that's when. All I've seen are big fake tits, dyed hair, and botox. That girl isn't any of those things. She looks like the girl next door, never even used a tampon, condom only kind of girl.” I'm about to speak, but he stops me, holding up his hand. “That's if she's ever actually seen a cock, we don't know.”
“She's gorgeous—naturally beautiful, that's way hotter than plastic. As far as all that other shit, your speculations suck ass.” Stepping down from the VIP area, I run my palms down the front of my shirt and flash a smile at Stone.
“Good luck, but if I had to bet, I'd say you're going to leave with a welt on your cheek.”
“I'm not a betting man, Stone, but that's only because I always win. It ain't betting if you know the end result.” Wriggling my brows, he tips his drink in my direction and takes a long sip.
Moving around the bar, I'm trying to make my way through the mass of people without anyone noticing me. It doesn't work. People are calling my name, men and women, all of them are trying to stop me for a picture and an autograph.
Normally, I'd be more than happy to appease everyone. I'd throw an arm around them and smile. I'd happily sign whatever they hand me. Right now is different, I don't have time for this shit. There's a girl at the bar I need to meet.
It's hard to explain, but there's something brewing deep in my body, something that's forcing my legs forward and making my chest heavy. I haven't gone out of my way to meet a girl in forever, but this woman is silently calling me.
Her jet black hair is pulled back into a tight bun, glistening with blue highlights under the lighting. A sleek black dress hugs her body perfectly. The right amount of cleavage is peeking out from the top of her dress, drawing my eyes down and making my mouth water.
My mind starts to run with images of my tongue licking up the center of her chest and across her nipples. Tasting every inch of her skin, all the flavors from sweet to salty and anything in between.
I want to fuck her tits as she fingers herself and moans my name. I can see it clear as day, her licking the juice off her fingers as she begs me to fuck her. Her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with arousal, the image is perfect in my mind.
I'm fixated on her face, on her full plump lips and soft pink lipstick, that's making her lips glossy and her mouth as fuckable as her pussy. My cock jerks, the blood rushing down to fill my shaft instantly.
The woman twirls the toothpick in her martini, then lifts it to her mouth and slowly slides off an olive with her teeth.
Damn, this girl is coming home with me.
Wrapping her lips over the edge of the glass, my brain instantly wonders what they would look like wrapped around my cock, how soft they would be, how hard she would suck, what my cum would look like decorating her chin.
Our eyes connect and she gives me a shy little smile. Stepping up beside her, I reach my hand out and start to stroke her arm. “Hey, beautiful, want to dance?” I ask, leaning on my elbow and looking out to the dance floor.
Her mouth wriggles as if she's going to speak, but nothing comes out. Taking her hand, she starts to resist. But I do what I do best; I give her another smile, nod my head, and run my thumb in small circles over her wrist.
Her skin is warm and velvety smooth. I can't stop touching her, I don't want to stop touching her. My fingers are gently moving up and down her arm, stopping at her elbow and gliding back down to her hand.
Parting her lips, she leans over like she's about to blurt something into my ear, but I cut her off, not giving her the chance.
“Come on, come dance with me.” Pulling her along, the woman digs her heels in slightly and shakes her head, trying to pull back. “One dance, that's all I'm asking for.”
My hands are tangled in hers and we're countering each other's weight as we lean in different directions. It's a push and pull between us, and I'm about to win.
Pouting, I rest my hand on my chest and give her puppy dog eyes. “Don't make me beg.”
The girl grins, dropping her eyes to the floor and stepping forward. See? I get what I want.
Setting my hands on her hips, I start to rock my waist, rubbing against her. She's cautious at first, trying to keep some space between us. Every step I take closer, she takes one back.
Most men might see that as a sign she isn't interested, but not me. I see it as a challenge, one I'm going to conquer.
Her eyes won't stay on mine for longer than a second, darting from my face to the ceiling, down to the floor, and back again. She's nervous, her skin is warm, and her muscles are stiff.
“Just relax,” I try to say, but her brows crinkle and she points at her ear. “Relax!” I yell, but the music is so loud she still can'
t hear me.
Shaking her head no, she points at her ear again. Smiling, I tug my bottom lip in and wrap my arm around her waist, yanking her in closer. Fuck words, I'll just show her.
Her body hits my chest, and I see a flicker of desire in her eyes as her nails dig in to keep her balance.
It's small, a tiny little flame that wants to grow, but she's holding back the air it needs to thrive. It's like she's afraid to let go, afraid to have too much fun, afraid to just live in the moment.
Slipping my other arm over her shoulder, I trace her spine, following it down to her ass. We both start to sway, letting the music control our speed. Her hips begin to roll, her eyes start to close, her arms softly move up her ribs.
She's relaxing, allowing herself to feel the beat, to let it flow through her body and take control. Maybe she isn't used to this—to a man like me. A man who isn't afraid to take charge. A man who knows exactly what he wants.
I don't need to take it with force, not when I know how to strum her body like an instrument, play the right chords and make her sing.
Spinning around, she sticks her ass out, grinding it against my cock. Kicking my hips forward, our bodies rock together, swaying in tandem. My cock is already hard and throbbing. Her body is enticing, making my muscles tense and my balls tingle.
Lowering my face to her neck, she smells incredible, and I can't stop myself from placing light kisses up the side of her throat.
Moving my hands over her belly, I slowly glide flat palms up her stomach and trace the outside of her tits. I can feel her breathing get deeper as her chest snaps out and her tits pop up a little more over the edge of her dress.
Her head rolls to the side and her arm comes up, curling around my neck. Tiny beads of sweat are sitting at the edge of her hairline, so I run my tongue across her skin, tasting her along the way. She's sweet and salty with floral highlights. I'm losing control, my brain is shutting down and my dick's taking over.
Driving her fingers into my hair, she tugs at my roots, and turns her face in towards mine. Our eyes meet, and we stay like that for what seems like eternity, riding the bridge of the song. Brushing the tip of my nose across hers, the song hits a high note and I press my lips against hers.
Her lips part easily, letting me slip my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes incredible, sweet like honey, with minty notes. Our tongues dance around each other, licking and tasting, twirling and sucking.
Spinning her around, I scoop her face in my hands and kiss her deeper, harder, and with a devilish passion. I need her. Now. Not later, not after we get to know each other.
I need her right this very minute.
Taking her hand, I glance to the bathroom and start to walk towards the door. She doesn't resist at all, she moves easily through the room, dodging other dancers.
I know her pussy is dripping right now, eager and ready to feel me inside. Whatever uncertainty she might have had before, whatever reserve she wants to have vanishes as she practically passes me and throws open the door.
Closing the door behind me, I lock it. Taking a long step forward, I scoop her face in my hands, kissing her hard. And she kisses back. Like a hungry lioness, her luscious lips fuse to mine, locking on and refusing to let go.
Her hands are in my hair, running down my neck and over the broad span of my shoulders. Expelling a breath, she opens her eyes and looks up at me. We stay like that for a single breath, and it feels like we're getting to know each other without any words.
I can see her history; she can see mine. I can feel who she is, and she can feel me. It's like a lifetime passes between us with only a heartbeat.
And then I lose it.
Every thought and word in my head vanish as if I'm a blank canvas. All I can think about is her pussy and how good it will feel to be inside her. I want to feel her wetness, her tight walls, her body as she tenses and shivers when I fuck her so hard her toes curl and her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“You're going to moan for me, little angel.”
Her breath hitches as her eyes expand and she nibbles her bottom lip. She looks like she might want to say something, but I don't give her a chance. I'm afraid she'll end this; I'm terrified she’ll stop us right here.
So I kiss her. I kiss her because my body is telling me to. I kiss her like I've known her all my life. I kiss her like she's oxygen and I'm drowning.
Wading through the water, I found my muse. And she's perfect.
Taking firm, commanding steps, I walk her backwards until she hits the wall. The music is still pounding around us, but it's suddenly drowned out by the sound of my heart slamming in my chest.
Slipping my knee between her thighs, I spread her open, making room for me to press closer. The girl's back arches off the wall as my fingers find her leg and start to climb up her inner thigh.
She takes in a deep breath and holds it as my fingers reach the hem of her dress. “Are you wet for me?” I ask, running the tip of my tongue over the shell of her ear.
Moaning, she looks up at me under hooded lids. “Soaked,” she chokes out as she swallows hard. It's the first time I hear her voice, and it makes my cock jerk instantly. I'm ready to hear her scream and beg for me.
“I'll be the judge of that.”
I watch a shiver as it runs through her body, creating goosebumps on her skin. She's breathing faster and heavier as my fingers inch closer to her pussy. “Your cunt is hot, I can feel it already.”
Licking her lips, she opens her mouth to speak, but I silence her, running my finger up and over the outside of her panties, sliding down her slit. Using the pad of my finger, I find her clit and press her needy button.
My nameless vixen buckles at the knees, grabbing my shoulders to hold herself up. I haven't even entered her yet and she's already melting in my hands. Her panties are drenched, the silky juice is seeping through the fabric.
“Fuck, that's hot.”
Pulling her panties to the side, I slip a single finger in and she lets out a moan that makes my balls tighten and my cock throb. In and out, I slowly fuck her with my finger and use my thumb to rub her clit.
Her body is trembling as she lays her head back on the wall and closes her eyes. Slamming a second finger inside, she clenches around me, her walls firm and tight, trying to hold me in.
“Mm,” she groans, grinding her hips down against my palm. Moving her hands up my stomach, she lifts my shirt and slides her hands over my abs.
Her fingers tease my belt, plucking at the buckle, before moving down my hard cock. Squeezing my engorged tip, she inhales a sharp breath, her eyes growing wide as saucers.
Flashing a smile, I arch a single brow and ask, “Does that scare you?”
“Should it?” Stroking back up my shaft, she starts to undo my belt. Licking my throat, she pops the button free and tears my zipper down.
Pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy faster, she groans as she reaches inside my pants and grabs my dick. Her slender fingers run up the underside of my cock, tracing the thick vein and the ridge of my crown.
Holy fuck.
Pulling my cock free, the tip is shiny and slick with pre-cum, and it’s pulsing, ready to devour her hot little cunt.
Growling, I tear my fingers from her pussy, and suck her juice off. “Mm,” I groan as I lick her flavor off my skin. “You taste amazing. Now I want to feel your juice on my dick.”
Flipping her over in one quick twirl, she splays open palms on the wall. Pushing down on the center of her spine, her ass perks higher. Rolling up the back of her dress, I take a handful of her plump, perfect ass and squeeze.
Should I have screwed my head on more clearly? Probably.
But too much liquor and being horny as fuck tends to break down that wall between good and bad ideas. This is one of those moments where I choose to let that wall fall down. Fuck anything else, my dick needs a release.
Jiggling her ass side to side, I position my cock against her entrance. Using her silky arousal, I coat my
tip and slam inside her. I can't hold back, there isn't one bit of restraint left in my body.
Letting out a loud cry, her eyes snap shut, and her head falls back. Reaching around her, I tug down the front of her dress and pinch her nipple. Pistoning my hips, I fuck her like an animal, hard and fast, with one goal in mind; reaching the end.
This woman has gone from being a pretty girl across the bar, to my first true weakness. I have never stopped thinking completely, not ever. Until her. She broke me down until I was nothing more than pure, rogue animal.
Faster and faster I pump in and out, her body hot and soaked, her cunt tight and smooth, milking my shaft. We're nothing but sounds and movement. Her hips meet my pace as her moans grow louder and louder.
The hair on the back of her neck shoots up as goosebumps cascade down her arms and over her ass. I can feel my stomach clench as the orgasm bubbles deep in my gut, drawing up my balls and making my dick hard as granite.
“Yeah, let me hear you,” I say with a devilish tone, digging my fingers into her hair and tearing her head back. “Let me hear how much you like my cock in your pussy.”
“Mm, fuck yeah. Fuck me, fuck me harder.” Her words are strong and firm, so I do as she says. I slam in hard, so hard I swear I'm hitting her lower belly as my balls slap her ass.
Grunting, I hold her hair with one hand and hold her hip with the other. Stilling, I feel her body as it shakes and her pussy pulses. That's all I need, that right there, her body has become mine in one single moment.
My cock explodes deep inside her, pump after pump of hot cum shoots from my dick, filling her with my pleasure. Our breathing is labored, the high I feel is so intense my body is tingling all over.
Pulling out, I take a step back and exhale hard. “Wow,” I say, adjusting my cock and tucking it back into my pants. “Just wow.”
Grabbing a few paper towels, she cleans herself off and starts to fix her hair in the mirror. “So, let me guess, this isn't your first time screwing some girl in the bathroom, is it?”
“I don't talk about the past. I prefer to focus on here and now.”
“That's a bit naive to think like that, isn't it? Your past is what helps your future.”
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