That stupid idiot came again for one of our friend gatherings, knowing my boyfriend was right there. We were all at a club together. I remembered the first time I met Don was at a club too, where he had blackmailed me into sleeping with him. And yet, all the times after were of my own accord, only making him feel cockier that he was good in bed. I agreed with him that it was a good thing he had a dick that knew how to get the job done enough to compare to his cocky ego.
I was avoiding Don as my boyfriend was there and made it a point to dance with my boyfriend more even though I could feel Don’s eyes on me throughout the night.
I was wearing a black dress that hugged my curves. The soft fabrics of the dress enhanced the features of my body, causing my breasts to jut out and make my cleavage pop. My boyfriend was certainly happy to see me in such a dress with his hands wandering. It made me horny, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
The only reason I slept with Don on a regular basis was because I had a high sex drive and the intimate sexy moments that I do get with my boyfriend were rare. He lived with his parents and was busy at work and not as outgoing and spontaneous. I was horny most of the time, and my boyfriend wasn’t there to take care of me. While Don did a magnificent job as a substitute.
“I want to fuck you so hard,” I whispered into my boyfriend’s ear as he ground into me on the dancefloor.
He groaned into my ear, but that was all. He just teased. Built me up with need. Made me hornier and needy. That I ended up getting satisfied in the arms of another man. And that night was the same. By about 2 am when he said he had to leave, I was more than sad. I was done. I tried to convince him to stay with deep kisses and promises of sucking his cock, but nothing worked.
By the time he left, I was soaking wet. Well, if he didn’t want to fuck me, I will find someone that does.
I looked at Don properly for the first time that night. I loved the way his baby blue button-up shirt hugged his slender frame and how it matched up with his dark washed jeans. His dark hair was gelled in a slightly messy manner, which I also liked.
I joined my friends again and took the seat next to Don. I noticed he had placed his hand on my knee, just below the bottom of my skirt, almost as soon as I sat down.
I wanted to brush his hand away, but for reasons that I knew I was going to regret, I chose not to. He smiled at me as I sipped at my drink. He slowly teased his hand up my leg, gradually working his way upward until he reached my stocking top and bare skin.
“Very nice,” he whispered in my ear.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I tried to protest, but I was already very turned on.
“No-one can see. It’s dark, and the table is in the way,” he replied, “but if you want me to stop, I will.” With that, his hand did stop moving.
I took in a deep breath and glanced at him. “Is there somewhere we can go?” I asked him.
The grin that lit his face could have lit up the whole club. “Say you have to make a call and I will take you upstairs.”
I told the group I needed to call my mom to update her and needed somewhere a bit quieter. Don volunteered a room upstairs and, as it was his father’s club, he had access to the place. He said he would follow me as he wanted to smoke too.
We excused ourselves from the group and headed upstairs. Once we were out of the line of vision of the group, his hand was on my waist, holding me close as he guided me through the crowd. He waves his hand at the bouncer and he let us go through with a brief nod.
“Don’t let anyone in for a while,” Don told him and tipped him off.
The room was unlit and dusky, the club music strongly muted out while still being comfortably audible. There were many smooth, dark leather sofas and chairs.
I barely had a chance to take in my bearings when he turned me around to crush his mouth to mine in a deep kiss. My arms went to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He pressed me against the door and it shook slightly, making me groan.
“Thought you were gonna fuck your boyfriend tonight,” he growled as his mouth moved down my jawline to my neck.
I gasped and moaned, my head tilting to the side to expose more of my flesh to his wandering lips. “Yeah… well, it’s your lucky day he isn’t here.”
I didn’t know what it was about Don. I couldn’t stand him, but somehow that only made me want him more since I had gotten so pissed off with my boyfriend. He was arrogant, smug, cocky and full of himself… but fuck, that only turned me on more right then. He was everything my boyfriend wasn’t, and he didn’t care that I was taken. He still fucked me every chance he got.
I grabbed the back of his head to pull his mouth back to mine as my tongue darted into his mouth, kissing him passionately. His hands slid around my waist, down to my ass, squeezing it as he pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his erection press against me as I ground back against him.
I bit on his bottom lip and tugged as he pulled away. “Someone’s needy today,” he growled.
“Fuck me. We don’t have a lot of time,” I gasped out as my hands slid down to the front of his pants, working the buckle of his belt open. I tugged the zipper down and slipped my hand inside, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to wrap my fingers around his length. “I need you inside me,” I whispered against his mouth.
He let out a long breath and thankfully didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped me around and lifted up the hem of my dress. He positioned me forward until I was leaning against the table, presenting myself to him. I helped him shimmy my panties down my legs as he pushed his pants down to his ankles.
“Hurry,” I hissed back at him as he positioned himself between my legs. “Fuck me. Please!”
“You need my cock, huh? Tell me how much you need it,” he taunted cockily.
The bastard. I pushed my ass back, but he gripped my hips and continued rubbing the head back and forth against my slick folds instead of pushing inside me.
“Please. Fuck me, please. I need your cock inside me. Ooooh!” I moaned out as he finally slipped inside me, my walls scratching around his cock. I moaned low as he slid in about halfway before slipping out and pounding inside me until he was buried to the hilt. My moans became more audible as he picked up the speed, the sound of his balls smacking into my ass echoing around the room, thankfully muffled by the beat of the club music.
I could the orgasm building up inside me as he fucked me. And I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me. I wanted to feel used and abused. My knees were starting to buckle as I felt a wave of orgasm coming.
“Do you like that, you fucking slut?” he growled in response to my loud moans. “You can’t get enough of it, can you?”
“More! I need more,” I panted, the climax building inside me.
He sneered, continuing to take me from behind, whilst I came heavily on his dick, eyes closed and emitting a series of breathless wails.
With the spasms still running through me, I felt him pull out and yank me upright by my hair.
Turning me around, he placed a hand on the top of my head and pushed me down to my knees.
Panting, I looked up at him expectantly.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Obediently, I parted my lips. He immediately slid his cock, slippery with my juices, deep into my mouth.
“You’re so fucking hot, on your knees in a club, sucking my cock while your boyfriend goes back home alone,” he smirked, pumping himself in and out of my mouth; his hands on either side of my head. Looking up, I saw the cocky expression on his face turn to one of sexual tension as he approached climax. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. His hands gripped my head, forcing me down on his member. With a groan, he came hard; his cock twitching as he filled my mouth with his seed.
I swallowed as much as I could before releasing his cock and looking up at him. He grinned down at me with a lazy smile as he reached down and grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me deeply. Our tongues tangled together and I knew that he could taste himself in my mouth. He released me and grabbed his pants, lifting it back up. I got unsteadily to my feet and slid my panties back on and adjusted my skirt.
“Ready to go?” he asked casually, and I nodded my head, following him back out and downstairs. He joined our friends as if nothing happened, but I was definitely sated for that moment, though the night was still young. I made my way to the ladies and tidied up before joining the gang again.
