The club was packed, and I knew just where to find trouble.
The interior was awash in pulsing neon lights that cast an otherworldly glow over the dance floor. The walls were adorned with holograms of spinning geometric shapes that seemed to move in time with the music. The crowd danced wildly to the loud, thumping bass that vibrated through the air like a living thing. Sweat glistened on skin as bodies moved in perfect unison, lost in the throbbing rhythm.
As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes locked onto him across the room. He had that confident swagger that screamed, “I’m here to fuck.” One of his hands gripped the edge of the bar tightly, his biceps straining against his sleeves. He glanced in my direction and gave me a small nod before turning away again. The bar was lined with an assortment of patrons nursing colorful cocktails. The vibe in the club was a thick, tangible mix of desire, excitement, and exhaustion that made my heart race and my body tremble with anticipation.
My heart raced as I approached him, my hips swaying subtly beneath my tight black dress. “You look like you could use some company,” I purred into his ear, leaning close enough to feel his hot breath on my neck. He turned his head slightly, revealing a crooked grin that made me weak in the knees. We introduced ourselves and chatted for a while, but it soon became apparent that we were both more interested in each other than the conversation itself. The bartender, seemingly sensing this, poured us both another drink without being asked.
Dylan soon took my hand in his and led me through the club, expertly navigating the crowded dance floor, into a private booth dimly lit by purple and red neon lights, away from the prying eyes and ears of the club-goers.
Our clothes seemed to quickly melt away under the heat of our passion, revealing bodies that had been aching for contact all night long, eager to feel skin on skin once again. Dylan pressed me against the wall, his hands roaming freely over my naked body, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they were hard and aching.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you dancing out there.” His words sent a shiver through me.
He knelt down before me and took my aching nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he rolled it between his teeth. I cried out, arching my back off the wall, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me. As he lavished attention on one breast, his other hand slipped lower, caressing and teasing my bare, wet pussy until I was trembling with need.
He helped me onto the plush sofa before climbing on top of me, his hard length pressing against my bare stomach. His hands roamed freely across my body, teasing my sensitive breasts and then once again slipping lower to caress the soft and needy flower between my legs.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned into my ear before capturing it between his teeth and nipping gently. “I can feel how wet you are.” My hips bucked up off the couch in response to his touch as he continued to rub circles over my clit, driving me wild with desire.
“Please,” I whispered, arching my back against him. “I need you.”
He groaned and lifted his head, meeting my gaze as he roughly pushed his fingers deeper inside me, seeking that sweet spot that would send me over the edge. His other hand slid between us and cupped my aching clit, rubbing in small circles that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through me.
“Cum for me,” he growled, thrusting his fingers inside me as he pinched my nipple roughly. “Show me how much you need it.”
With a scream that was muffled against the couch, I came hard, my body shuddering and convulsing around him as waves of pleasure washed over me. He continued to thrust his fingers deep inside me, coaxing every last millisecond of orgasm out of my sensitive flesh before finally pulling them out with a wet sucking sound.
Panting heavily, he lowered himself between my legs once more and positioned his rock-hard cock at my entrance. “You ready for this?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as lust and desire clouded my mind.
With a long, slow thrust that made me cry out in both pain and pleasure, Dylan buried himself deep inside me. He began to move roughly, slamming into me with force that left me gasping for breath. His hands dug roughly into the couch on either side of my head, his knuckles turning white.
As he fucked me harder and faster, the pain gave way to an intense pleasure that seemed to radiate through every inch of my body. I could feel myself starting to tighten around him, ready to milk every last drop from his cock when he came. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, driving him further inside with each stroke as our bodies slapped together in a frenzied rhythm.
With a final thrust that made me cry out in ecstasy, Dylan released himself deep within me. My muscles clenched tight around him as my orgasm washed over me, and I felt his seed spurt hot and sticky against my cervix. He held my head up so I could see his glistening, veiny cock pulsating, his grip firm on my hair and hips as he rode out the last of his pleasure before collapsing forward, his weight pressing me down.
“You’re one hell of a dirty girl,” he whispered against my mouth as our tongues wrestled each other in a sloppy kiss.
I smiled up at him and traced a finger along his jawline. “Tequila?”
