by Daphne Dawn
If not, I wouldn’t be dancing here with Chloe and having all this blood pumping at my veins—and my cock. It’s amazing the way fate works and the universe places us in the right place, just at the right time when we need a push or a little extra motivation.
Hell, I need both, but I’d love to get laid, and having a great fuck session with someone as spectacularly hot as Chloe is about as good as it gets.
“You have an awesome figure,” I tell her. I’m not shy about letting a gorgeous girl know how fucking gorgeous she is. I know how to appreciate women, and I know they love a good compliment—especially when it’s fucking true.
Chloe beams and hugs me to her body. I feel like my cock is so fucking hard right now it might actually break off and turn to dust if I don’t get inside her wet pussy soon.
“You’re pretty hot, too,” she yells through the noise of the crowd and the music. “I’m having a great time with you tonight.”
“I feel like I already know you,” I blurt out, although I don’t know where the hell this thought is coming from. Part of me wishes I would just shut my fucking mouth and not mention things that might scare her off.
To my relief, her eyes light up as if she completely agrees with me and feels the same way.
I don’t know why we have such a strong connection, but for whatever reason, I feel like I’ve known her a substantially longer amount of time than just an hour or so tonight. This is real chemistry at work. I haven’t felt anything like this in a really fucking long time.
I grab her waist and pull her close to me once again because she’s teasing and trying to wiggle free. I can tell she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I hold her in place as her hips grind on me, driving me wild with arousal and desire that’s threatening to make me cream my pants without even touching her.
And what the fuck is that about? It takes a real woman to make me this needy, this on edge, this desperate to fuck. I mean, this might be the first time I’ve ever been so affected by someone. I fucking need her now.
“You’re a fucking hot dancer,” I shout in her ear, and she gives me a grin at the compliment.
“Thanks.” She gives me a wicked smile that’s laced with sexual innuendos.
“Where did you learn these moves?” I ask.
“I danced in high school and was a cheerleader,” she shouts back.
“Of course you were.” I laugh and nod my head at the irony. But it works for me since I’m enjoying seeing her dance, so I let it amuse me a bit more.
She keeps giving me naughty, devilish glances, and I’m sure she’s implying that she wants me to push myself harder against her and take charge. Girls fucking love it when I dominate them. No matter how independent or take-charge a woman is, I can always bend her to my desires.
I take it as my cue that I have this in the bag. And of course, I’m happy to do this because fuck, I really want her.
Hmm…maybe “want” is not strong enough to describe this desire. I’m talking about a profound craving that I’m not sure can ever be satiated.
I dance around behind her and she continues to twerk on me, moving her hips up and down as her ass bounces next to my cock.
Fuck, I’m going to explode. My dick is fucking throbbing in my pants, pulsing at warp speed as she dry humps my hard-on with her ass. I might just rip that dress to pieces and fuck her right here if I don’t get a hold of myself.
What I wouldn’t give to pull her juicy ass cheeks apart right now and finger her tight little pussy and her asshole too. She’d be coming in no time, screaming for more.
She turns her neck to look at me, sizing me up as we make eye contact that’s full to the brim of sexual desire.
My throbbing cock is massively sensitive at this moment. Even her being near to me makes it tingle with need and longing that I can’t control, no matter how hard I try. From the way she grinds into me, I know she’s just as sexually charged right now. I can already visualize how this night is going to have a happy ending for both of us.
We don’t even have to speak or talk to each other. We feel each other’s desire through our touch alone.
Her skin is so fucking hot, it scorches my soul and draws me into a perfect abyss of need and I feel so fucking alive right now. I’m so ready to claim that pleasure that I know Chloe wants to give me.
We breathe in and out as one as she wraps her arms around me, so tight, I can feel us melding into one on the dance floor.
I know it’s now or never. My cock can’t withstand any more of this sexual torture.
Leaning in and pushing the hair off of Chloe’s neck, I breathe in her sensual feminine scent.
“I have a question for you,” I whisper in her ear, and I can feel her smile. I already know the answer by her smile and the sharp intake of breath she makes.
“Another question?”
Playing it cool won’t get you away, baby. You’re mine.
“This one doesn’t have a hard answer,” I tell her.
She pulls away from me and pouts.
“The answer isn’t hard?” Her voice is teasing, taunting and dripping with innuendo at the word “hard” as it rolls off her tongue like honey.
“It’s hard,” I assert, “if you want it to be.”
She gives me a naughty smile and bites her lip playfully.
“Do you want to go somewhere less crowded with me?”
Chloe continues to smile, giving me that sexy, sultry stare.
“What?” I chuckle.
“It’s like you can read my mind,” she says and grabs my hand, squeezing it as I go fucking crazy in anticipation.
“Come on.” She pulls me towards the front door of the club, not even bothering to say goodbye to her sister.
“Wait here,” I tell her and grin slyly. I have a trick up my sleeve and I don’t want to leave the club…yet.
Chloe
When we get to the back of the club, leaving the sea of sweaty bodies behind, Aaron jolts to a stop.
“What?” I grin and stare up at him with curiosity.
He’s wildly beaming from ear to ear, like he’s about to share a really good private joke with me and he wants to take his time with it.
“I have an idea.”
Does he really have to be so vague? But okay, he’s oh so very fucking hot. I’ll let it pass.
He grabs my hand and electric volts of pleasure zing from my fingertips and toes and surge directly to my throbbing clit. Oh my God, this guy can turn my knees into jelly with just a touch.
“Where are we going?” I giggle as I struggle to keep up with him through my hazy buzzed state of mind.
I’m not drunk enough for Aaron to seriously consider taking advantage of me—which gives me a sweet and exhilarating ‘what if’ moment—but I’m buzzed enough to lower my inhibitions and live a little on the edge of my seat, and engage maybe in, I don’t know, some wild, reckless behavior. Complete with a wink.
What?
Don’t judge me. It’s only for one night. And Aaron is sooo fucking hot. Like melt-my-panties-in-one-hot-gush level hot.
I just can’t resist him, I don’t fucking want to, so I’m not going to put up even an ounce of effort doing so. Come to me, baby. I want to live my life to the fullest, and exceed my own expectations for my everyday life.
“There’s one great thing I enjoy the most about being best friends with the bartender of the hottest club in Manhattan.” His eyes gleam with mischief.
“Oh yeah?” I tease him, trying to make my voice sound sultry. “What would that be?”
“I know all the private rooms,” he says smugly.
“There are private rooms here?” I inquire innocently as I bite my lip and give him my best seductive stare. That should reel him in. I even lean in for a good measure.
“Yep.” He nods and squeezes my hand. “Do you want to join me in one?”
Hmm…Is it just me, or does his voice sound so low and sexy as he said that last bit?
We make eye contact then
that seems to suck my breath away and the attraction and chemistry between us floors me. I make sure to narrow my eyes in my fool-proof seductive way before I answer.
“Yes,” I whisper, even though it’s loud in the club. By the way he’s being cool and charming, I don’t think he’s expecting me to say no anyway.
“Okay,” he smirks, “come on, let’s go.”
I sneak a glance at his jeans and I can already see the massive bulge in his pants that sends electric volts of pleasure through me because I know I’m the reason for his arousal. Not to mention, I can already tell from that package poking through his pants that he’s going to be more than well equipped to get the job done.
Possible taking advantage scenario? Check.
Wild, reckless behavior? Check.
I follow him, struggling to keep up with his near galloping stride. Are we excited or what?
When we reach the end of this hallway, the music fades away until it’s just a booming and thumping off in the distance.
“We’re here.” He grins with naughty intention written all over his face.
Yes please.
“Oh goody.” I giggle and lean up against the wall, jutting out my hip as I practically swoon with pleasure at his handsome face.
“Are you ready?” His voice is the epitome of pure dripping sex.
“As I’ll ever be,” I whisper in a sultry voice that I know drives him wild.
When we walk inside the room, I notice immediately that it’s quiet and private in here, and we can be free to do whatever we want with no one around to bother us. Very conducive to anything you’d want to do in a private room.
The room is simply furnished but classy. There’s a black leather couch against the back wall and a glass coffee table in the center of the room.
Aaron locks the door with a finality that burns me up with desire. I leave every care outside and surrender to every passionate desire left inside.
He wraps his arms around my waist and presses my body against him. His cock is hard as fuck, and I grind my hips into it over his pants. I’m so ready for him to devour me if he wants to—and he obviously wants to.
We place our hands all over each other, exploring secret places as he undresses me.
His hands are full of erotic care. They explore corners and crevices of my body I never even noticed before, setting my whole body on fire. They fill in each space with their warmth and burning desire.
One moment, I’m enjoying his touch, then the next thing I know, my nipples are in his mouth and he’s biting and sucking on them as he works his head down between my legs. He stimulates my nipples just enough that I feel them harden with need.
“This feels so incredible,” I moan out, entranced by his touch.
The pleasure is taking control, locking me in. I give in to it and let him do what he wants with my body. He’s happy to dominate me and he pushes my legs open wide while kissing my inner thighs. My hands respond by squeezing my tits as I arch my back, anticipating his naughty kisses.
“You’re a bad girl,” he croons and flashes a mischievous smile at me.
I drop my eyes to him and giggle.
“I like being naughty with you. You make me forget I’m a good girl.”
“Oh really? So all this time, I’ve just been seducing you against your will?” He gives me a charming smirk.
I give him a kissy pout.
Something about the fact that I don’t even know this guy but feel completely connected to him like we’ve been together for years surges me with confidence that I’m making the right decision here. You can’t fake a connection. It’s unmistakable and irresistible.
I want him to hold me closer as he discovers my body.
I whimper as his hands and mouth go where they want to, pleasuring me with insane amounts of sensuality and erotic lust. Whatever walls of doubt I have left crumble as he continues to shower me with kisses, driving me crazy as he teases me.
His lips tickle the outer edge of my pussy, but he won’t touch it…not yet, and I groan in frustration. I’m so tempted to just grab his head and bury his face in my pussy.
He wants me to beg for it, and I have no problem doing so as I wiggle around, naked on the leather couch with my legs spread and wrapped around his waist.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs almost to himself, his lids heavy as his gaze travels around my body as if in trance.
Then he comes alive, takes my legs and props them on top of his shoulders and rubs my soft skin.
“Fuck, you are seriously the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He’s nearly drooling over me as my heart races, yearning for his mouth to land on my pussy.
“Please, kiss me,” I beg and plead in a whisper, the burning passion within me ready to be released by his touch. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I want it all now, everything he can give me, everything he has. I’m crazy over how he builds it, but I’m going insane with him not giving it to me.
“I want to give you the best night of your life,” he growls and kisses me again, making my skin prick with chill bumps.
This room, this city, this club is our playground tonight. We can do whatever we want in here with no regrets as we light up the fire burning inside ourselves, threatening to consume us. Ignited with this desire, I moan and arch my back as his lips finally hit my throbbing, sensitive and swollen pussy lips.
Fucking. Finally.
He pushes his tongue between them, taking his time to swirl it around and drive me crazy.
I dig my nails into his hair and cry with pleasure as he finally finds my throbbing clit.
At first, he simply teases me by moving his tongue in slow circles around it, but after a few moments of teasing me, he kisses my throbbing, engorged clit like a man starved.
I surrender to the pleasure as the feeling of madness takes over. My eyes roll back in my head and my vision blurs. Aaron’s touch is magic, and I’m in heaven with the intoxicating and sensual way that he continues to kiss me, making my pussy throb.
“Oh, Aaron...” I breathe out his name in my sexiest tone yet, wiggling my hips around as I dig my heels into his back.
“Yes, please…more.” My pleas make him work faster, furiously sucking, kissing and licking my clit until I feel the eruption of orgasm building up within me.
He takes his index finger and pushes it up inside my pussy hole, then takes his thumb and twirls it around on the perimeter of my puckering asshole.
I’m on the brink of sexual madness, losing my fucking mind, and the world around me ceases to exist as I forget everything that’s happening to me except for this amazing experience Aaron is giving me with his tongue.
He continues to go down on me with enthusiasm, not even coming up for air. He doesn’t stop, and I’m swimming in these continuous waves of pleasure that I wish would last forever.
He takes both hands and grips my ass cheeks, pulling them apart before slapping them.
I cry out and laugh breathily, relishing the mixture of pain and pleasure smarting at my ass, loving the way he’s taking control and making me his sexual conquest.
I’m definitely holding onto my orgasm at this point, not wanting to ever release it so that the building pressure within me will stay alive forever. I wish I could bottle up orgasms. I definitely want to store this up to enjoy for another day.
I know I have to come eventually because for all I know, Aaron is licking the fucking alphabet on my clit, and I won’t be able to hold it back much longer.
I press his head further into me as he burrows his face between my legs.
He takes the same index finger that was pushing in and out of my pussy a few seconds ago and swirls it around on my ass again.
Then he does something that surprises and delights me.
A new sensation I’m not used to, but totally fucking ready to embrace.
He pushes his finger inside of my ass, slowly at first, then burying it deeper inside of me, inch by inch as I cry out with pleasure.
> “This is amazing,” I pant, trying to breathe through the bliss that Aaron is pouring out on me right now.
The erotic tension is so intense it’s almost a torture. I’m moaning like crazy and clinging at pretty much at anything my hands can clutch onto.
I’m so close, and I’m going to explode with warm, hot, gooey sticky cum all over his face in a matter of seconds. Imagining his handsome face smeared with my cum pushes me closer to the edge.
His finger is working wonders on the inside of my asshole and I swear he’s managing to massage my G-spot.
How the fuck is he doing this? Is he some sort of orgasm and oral pleasure god or magician?
My mind and body certainly think so in this moment. But I can’t really analyze that thought. Hell, I can’t even form cohesive words now. This feels so damn good, I can’t contain it any longer. I’m going to explode.
“I’m coming!” I warn and thrash about as I feel heat flush my entire body in as electricity races through ever nerve ending.
The orgasm is violent, intense, perfect. It makes my entire body tremble and I shake with the erotic pleasure. My hands grasp in midair, looking for Aaron. He finds me and holds me in place as I rock up and down on his face.
Then, when I finally climb down from my climax, panting and drawing in sharp, deep breaths, he grins and kisses me.
His beautiful mouth gleams with the remnants of my cum on his lips. It’s glistening, raw and so fucking hot. I’m about to touch it when he takes his hand and moves it down between my legs, scooping my fresh, warm cum with his fingers.
“I’m going to feed you your cum,” he whispers with totally fucking hot arrogance, and I raise my eyebrows.
“Really?” I grin, ready for this moment. I’ve never done this before but somehow, having this new experience excites me to the core.
He scoops my wetness up into his palm and it’s dripping from his fingertips, oozing out in creamy, wet, glistening streams. I move my head down as he draws his hand near to my mouth and I slurp it up, every bit good to the last drop. He watches me intently, obviously enjoying this scene.
“Mmm.” I grin and lick my lips.
“That’s good isn’t it, baby?” He gives me a wild stare and I know he’s ready for a turn.