It had been a long time since I’d been in a club like this. And I’d never gone alone before. Not until now. All I wanted was music, a drink, to sit back and watch; watch as people danced, as they fell in lust, as they drank too much, or laughed with friends. I felt the familiar sensation of the music hitting my chest the moment I walked in, and the vodka numbed my lips and warmed my body as I leaned against the bar to watch the scene unfold in front of me. Usually I wanted to be invisible, especially when attending a social event alone, an introvert to the core. But today I was feeling braver. I’d treated myself to a black suit, complete with slightly flared legs that fell around black loafers and a jacket with rolled-up sleeves over a lacy crop top. I had let my short hair go wild and it curled recklessly across my forehead, a contrast to my neat, red lips.
Some days I woke up and I was Claire, the name I’d had since birth. She wore blouses and was quiet and reserved. Some days I woke up and I was Cai, the name I’d given the more masculine side of me. He wore button ups with blazers, and while still quiet was more confident and outgoing than Claire. Tonight I was Claire and Cai at once, together. The combination, the coming together of parts of me, made me feel powerful. Sexy. Divine.
The club began to fill around me, my presence going unnoticed by the large groups travelling together from the bar to the dance floor. A group of women dancing and laughing and hugging to my right. A new couple dancing to my left, close and slow, face to face, too scared to meet eyes. I could feel the smile spreading across my lips at the privilege and joy of bearing witness to such intimacy.
Then our eyes met. He was dancing with friends right in my line of vision. How had I missed him? Flared pants like mine. A loose, feminine blouse unbuttoned low. Lips not as red as mine, but redder than any other man’s in the room. We were sizing each other up. Recognizing ourselves in one another. He was so gorgeous, when our eyes met again, I couldn’t help but smile and reveal what I thought of him. Faster than I expected, he was before me.
“Dance with me,” he ordered, extending his hand to me, a wide smile on his painted lips.
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before taking and steering me onto the dance floor. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I held onto his hips and moved as he did to the music. In the darkness, with the music thumping, I was feeling daring enough to turn him around. To bring his ass into my pussy, as if I had a cock he could grind against. I wrapped an arm around his torso and buried my face into his neck. Giving into me, he leaned his head back, resting it near my face, and bringing a hand to my neck.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I exclaimed in his ear, letting my tongue dart out as my lips lingered.
He answered by taking my hand that was around his waist and dragging it along his body until it reached his hard cock, forcing it to feel every inch of him slowly, up and down. All I could do was moan in his ear. In the blink of an eye, he’d left me, his long strides taking him quickly to the other side of the dance floor.
“Come,” I could see him mouth to me, gesturing with his fingers that I was to follow him.
All at once, I was feeling less courageous and my feet seemed rooted to the floor. Was I really going to do this? He was a stranger, and this was all happening too fast. We hadn’t even exchanged names yet! But, oh god, was he ever beautiful.
When I was close to the stall he grabbed the collar of my jacket and pushed me inside roughly, so that my back slammed against the graffiti-covered wall before locking me in with an ominous ‘click’ of the lock. Wasting no time, he began to unbutton his pants.
“Is this what you want?” He asked, stroking his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Not waiting for an answer, he pushed me down to my knees, grabbing the back of my neck to bring my face close to his cock. I took his cock deep into my throat, it was thick and big and hot, but he gave me no time to breath and recover, instead pushing my head back and forth, his fingers grasping my short hair.
His breath sped up as I took him deep into my throat, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around his head. Soon, I began to lick the length of him, looking up and meeting his eyes, desperate for his approval.
“Good boi,” he said quietly, brushing his fingers across my face and head.
Emboldened by his validation, I took all of him in my mouth again, my nails running down his torso, to his hips, and then his ass. *Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.* With each pump of my head, I smacked his ass. Each impact made him moan, bringing him close to the edge, and his cock began to pulse in my mouth.
“Stop,” he barked, lifting me off my knees.
He pulled my pants down to my knees and leaned down, kissing and licking my thighs, working his way towards my pussy, all the while leaving a mess of red in the wake of his lips, evidence of our transgressions.
“Please touch me,” I begged. “I need you to touch me.”
He pushed the fabric of my panties to the side, his lips and tongue latching onto my clit without warning, the pressure and surprise making me yell out.
“You taste so good, but that’s all you get for being impatient,” he scolded me as he stood up, leaving my clit too soon. He brought his warm lips to mine, he tasted of alcohol, lipstick, and my pussy. We kissed each other deeply, nipping and licking. Pulling our hips into one another, unable to get close enough. Gasping and moaning. He pushed me against the wall again, face to graffiti.
“You want to get fucked, is that what you want?” He hissed as he turned me around, grasping my hips and grinding his hard cock into my ass, making my slick pussy ache and throb.
“Please,” I pleaded again.
He pushed into me fast and rough and unexpectedly, nearly making me scream. He filled me up and made me feel like I might split in two. He wasn’t slow or gentle, and he held a hand to my head, keeping my face tightly against the wall. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, his pace changed.
His hand left my head, and he kissed my neck. Pumping in and out of my pussy steadily. The switch from pain to pleasure was almost too much to bear and I could feel the pressure building in me. I needed his touch on my clit but I didn’t dare ask for it again. His hands roamed my body: he squeezed my tits, my ass, and my throat. He brushed fingers along my hips, my stomach, my inner thighs. He was teasing me. Testing me. All the while he kept fucking me and I kept silent, not asking, not begging, biting my lip and moaning instead.
“So my little slut can learn after all?” he whispered in my ear, scolding me for my past eagerness and praising my silence at the same time.
Grasping my neck and jaw, he took two fingers and shoved them in my mouth. “Lick,” he demanded.
I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked until he was satisfied enough to take his hand and drag it down my chin and body, leaving a trail of wetness until he reached my clit, circling expertly as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my pussy.
He started to fuck me faster and faster, his rhythm faltering. His body weight fell heavily on me, trapping me against the wall and he slammed a hand on the wall near to my head to prop up and steady himself.
“Fuck, you feel so good, you’re going to make me cum, fuck fuck fuck” he moaned breathlessly in my ear.
I grabbed his hand and pushed it on my clit, forcing him to fuck my clit faster and harder. The increase in pressure and thought of him cumming inside me sending me spiraling to my own climax. As I yelled out, I could hear him behind me moaning and swearing, our bodies pulsing together.
His breathing still rapid, he kissed my cheek as he pulled out, leaving my body feeling empty but satisfied. All we could do was smile sheepishly at each other, laughing at our smeared lips and wild hair, attempting to redress shaking legs with shaking hands in an orgasm-induced haze.
“Come,” he said finally, giving me his hand again. “I think you owe me a drink, don’t you?”
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