I could hear the music thumping already, the bass keeping time with my pounding heart. The people around me, half naked despite the chill of the fall air, joked and laughed and drunkenly bumped into each other and me. The bouncer asked for my ID, his confusion becoming apparent as he began to rapidly look back and forth between the picture and the person that stood in front of him.
“I got a haircut,” I said loudly over the music, running my fingers through my short, slicked back fringe.
He looked at me suspiciously, one eyebrow raised, and continued investigating my true identity.
Anxious to get inside, I slid off my suit jacket. I pretended to clear my throat as I undid the first few buttons of my white, long sleeved button up, separating the first two panels of fabric. Looking to the bouncer, I knew I had caught his eye and he’d seen it; I match my ID. Satisfied, he handed the piece of plastic back and nodded me in.
The music inside was so loud it felt as though the rhythm was reverberating off my ribs. I made my way through the crowd of people to the bar. I needed a strong drink to get my confidence back. Before I could order, he was there beside me, putting one arm around my waist and letting the rest of his body recline lazily on the bar.
“I’m so happy you came,” he said in my ear, pulling me closer to him and smirking at me.
He stared at me, waiting for an answer that I couldn’t give. My nerves had gotten the best of me and all I could do was stare at the bar and fiddle with my delicate fingers.
He looked away and leaned over toward the bartender, allowing me to take him in: dark hair, dark eyes, dark collared shirt. No tie tonight. Rolled up sleeves. Big hands. Muscle. He smelled of alcohol, aftershave, and mint.
Without another word to me, he pushed three shots in my direction. We clinked our glasses as through celebrating and drank. Instantly, the alcohol eased my nerves, my legs and face warming.
Chuckling at me, he took hold of my shoulders and moved me toward the dance floor. My back pushed into his front, our shoulders nearly at the same height. He moved my body slowly to the beat from behind, running his hands down the sides of my suit jacket and moving the collar down to kiss and bite and lick at my neck. I let my head fall back and leaned in closer.
He took hold of my hips and pulled me into his groin. I could feel him swelling against me and the heat and longing rising in me. I reached up and behind me, touching his hair and pulled his lips to mine. His scruff burned my skin as he kissed me hard and deep, his tongue lightly flicking against my lips. He cupped the front of my neck with a large hand, the ran it over my chest, and continued all the way down the length of my shaft. He kept his hand there, moving up and down as we moved to the music.
I let out a moan as I felt the tingling and wetness between my legs intensify.
“We’re leaving,” he stated abruptly, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the door.
The cool breeze stung my face and made the air catch in my lungs after the heat of the dance floor. We stopped at a shiny black car with tinted windows and he pushed me up against it. He kissed me as he expertly unbuckled and unbuttoned my belt and pants. Lowering his body down, he took the entirety of me into his mouth. He ran his tongue along the base, looking up at me and smirking. All I could do was close my eyes and focus on staying upright as he continued to suck, the leather contraption moving with his mouth and rubbing me into oblivion.
I wanted to taste him so badly my mouth began to water. I pulled him up by his collar and pushed him against the car like he’d done to me. He laughed briefly until I grabbed his jaw firmly and tilted his head back. I didn’t know what I intended to do in that moment, but I had scared him enough that, not only did his laughter stop, but the only noise that remained was his rapid breathing.
The fear was still in his eyes as I undid his pants and took him into my mouth. He was thick and hot and salty in my mouth. Bravery restored, he grabbed my hair and held my head steady as he thrust his hips into my face. His cock hit the back of my throat and he moaned loudly. He was getting harder and losing control so I pushed him away from my face, unwilling to have the night end. I wanted more.
He opened the back door of the car and roughly pushed my head down and inside. I fumbled my way in, slipping on the cool leather with my pants still undone. He didn’t give me a chance to gather or right myself before wrapping a large arm around my waist and manhandling me to my knees, pulling my ass into his groin again. I could hear him pushing his pants further down, as he did the same to me while also separating the metal and leather buckle at my hip.
I put my hand on the window to brace myself as he slid his fingers into my hole, finding it wet and ready for him. We both moaned and I gasped as his cock replaced his fingers. I stretched to accommodate his girth. Slow at first, he began to thrust harder and harder, pulling himself deeper and deeper into me by grabbing onto one shoulder and one hip. He lowered his body weight onto me, forcing my head to the leather seats, and reached around to stroke my clit. He continued to thrust and stroke me, and I pushed hard into his hips, until I was shaking from the sensations, barely aware of anything else but our bodies.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered as I reached my peak, explosions one after another in my cunt and clit.
He slapped a hand to my mouth, muffling my screams and moans. I could feel him pulsing with pleasure inside me, his breathing and grunting heavy in my ear.
A few seconds later, he pulled out and away from me. I slumped down onto the leather seats, feeling spent, empty, and ready for sleep. I closed my eyes and let the darkness surround me, the noise of the people outside the car lulling me into nothingness.
I woke up the next morning in my own bed, but how and when I got there would remain a mystery for now. I pulled on my usual work outfit comprised of a skirt, blouse, and heels. I brushed my short hair, and spent extra time doing my makeup to ensure that the fingerprint bruises on my cheek were sufficiently covered up.
It was Friday, which meant the dreaded early morning team meeting. I walked toward the boardroom, my heels clicking on the tiles, and when I opened the door, he was the first thing I saw: dark hair, dark eyes, dark collared shirt, blue tie. And, of course, that fucking smirk. One more week I told myself, one more week and you can fuck, slap, and suck that smirk off his face. I’ll be less nervous next time. I’m going to own him, and he’s going to let me and he’s going to love it. One more week.
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