Drunk After Dinner [MF]

They fell out of the bar, hand in hand and laughing, into the late night. The streetlights were just bright enough for him to see the desire in her eyes. He pulled her into their Uber and she tripped slightly, falling against him in the back seat, lingering just a little too long. She pulled away reluctantly and he slowly reached across her, closing the car door but letting his hand rest on her thigh.

“Are you a little drunk, baby?”, he asked, with a slow smile.

“Shhh” she whispered. “I am, in fact, perfectly tipsy,” she replied, putting a thin, well-manicured finger against his lips.

He parted his lips slightly and she hooked her finger over his bottom lip. He closed his mouth and gently sucked her in, moaning while she sighed. His hand moved higher on her thigh, inching under her skirt. She gasped as his fingers touched the lace of her panties.

“Not here,” she whispered, glancing up at the rear view mirror, hoping not to make eye contact with their driver.

“Just a little touch, babe” he whispered back, running his fingers back and forth between her legs, scratching gently at the taught lace covering her.

Responding in spite of the audience, she lifted her hips slightly and parted her knees, just enough.

“Yes baby,” she sighed and he eased a finger under her panties and stroked her slowly. She was wet for him already, as always. He did things to her body that no one else ever had, or could. One thought, one look, is all it took for her to want more of him.

He continued to explore, circling her slowly, dipping his head to drop kisses up and down her neck. She put her hand over his, pushing him further.

“More,” she moaned, and he slid a finger inside her, moving against her where he knew it made her crazy.

“Don’t. Come.” he ordered, continuing to stoke her. She began to pant, slightly at first, then faster as he picked up speed inside her.

“Two blocks away,” the driver noted. She glanced up, this time making eye contact. His reflection grinned hungrily back at her, taking in her parted lips and heavy eyelids.

“Don’t. Come.” he repeated, slowing his strokes. “I want to take you, hard. I want you to come on my hard cock.” She was sure he wasn’t whispering any more.

The car slowed, and he slowly pulled his hand away, reaching over her again to open the door. The driver winked at her as they crawled out of the car. “He saw us…” she said as the car pulled away.

But he didn’t let her finish. He put his hand over her mouth, grabbed her by the waist, and opened the door to their apartment complex. Once inside the foyer, he pushed her against the cool white tile wall, pressing against her so she could feel how much he wanted her.

“Fuck me,” he insisted. Lifting her, he pushed up her skirt. She fumbled with his zipper, finally freeing him, and then pulled aside her panties. He entered her swiftly, filling her completely. “Damn you’re wet,” he muttered, moving inside of her, slowly. He pressed into her, pinning her against the wall, mailboxes on her left, buzzer on her right . She moaned as he pushed deeper inside of her, finding the rhythm that he knew she liked.

“Can I come, baby?” she pleaded. She couldn’t wait much longer, but she knew he liked her desperate. So she waited until she heard the beginning of his climax, the low growls. She began to let go, feeling him start to throb inside her. They came together, hard – knees beginning to buckle, sweat dripping down his back, a quiet scream escaping her lips.

His breathing slowed and he eased out of her. She slid down the wall, her heels clicking distinctly on the terrazzo floor. Quickly rearranging themselves, they startled when the exterior door opened.

Mrs. Evans in apartment 342 smiled, friendly at first, then her eyes narrowed a little as she took in the sweat and the smell of sex.

”Good evening, Mrs. Evans,” he said smoothly. She shook her head and let herself in. They laughed, foreheads pressed together.

”I love you, sweet boy,” she said with a smile. “Love you too, baby,” he returned. They entered the building hand in hand, just as they had exited the bar earlier.

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