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Typically, you weren’t the type to hit the club alone, but tonight you had reason to celebrate. You’d just gotten a coveted promotion at work and a handsome pay boost to boot. Unfortunately, all your closest friends were either out of town or feeling under the weather so you were about to be your own wingman.
You planned to get dressed up and get a couple of attractive men (or women) to buy you alcohol and dance with you. No real intentions besides that.
You put on your favorite lace front: a 28-inch wavy honey blonde bussdown with your baby hairs slicked. It really made the pigment in your skin pop. You go full glam with your makeup, drawing attention to your almond-shaped eyes and full pout with wispy lashes and a bold, red lip. The attire of choice was a bodycon black dress covered in sequins, hot pink platform heels that could even make a girl at Magic City jealous, and big diamond-studded hoop earrings.
After you finish getting ready, you take a few shots of tequila before hopping in your Uber waiting outside. Tonight, you were just interested in having fun.
When you get to the club, you have no problems getting in. Your looks had always provided you with that sort of privilege. You immediately head to the bar, looking for someone to converse with and spend a little money on you for the night.
Standing at the crystal-topped bar, you catch the attention of a tall, slim but muscular man in a black turtleneck, designer jeans, and clean, black athletic shoes. A thick Cuban link rested just above his chest. His dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun and a few tendrils of hair framed a stunning, chiseled face. He wore a single diamond stud in his right ear. The man appeared young… perhaps even too young to legally be drinking what was in the cup in his hand, yet he carried himself with an air of maturity. He centered his aqua-colored eyes on you.
“Are you here alone?” he asked, raising his voice over the loud music.
You nod and wave to get the attention of the busy bartender.
“I’m Eren. Pleasure to meet you, sexy.” His speech slightly slurred.
“I have a name, you know.” There was a rise of irritation in your voice.
He steps closer to you and you get a whiff of his cologne. Smelled warm, woody, and expensive.
“Do you mind sharing it with me?”
“[Y/n].”
“What a beautiful name. Can I buy you a drink?” Ultimately, that’s what you came here for so you obviously weren’t going to say no.
Sex On The Beach was your drink of choice—something fruity, fun, and femme. “And make it a double,” you tell him. The bartender attentively mixes your drink and puts it on the young man’s tab.
“So… what are you trying to get into?” Eren asks.
Not wanting to seem too available, you respond, “Not too much. You tell me.”
He scans your body intensely, ogling at your cleavage, apple bottom, and hourglass shape. “I think… you should show me how that pretty little body moves on the dance floor.” He grins at you and finishes the dark liquor in his cup. He then takes your hand and leads you to the middle of the room.
The two of you spend the next several songs on the DJ’s spin list body to body. Drink in hand, you throw it back on him, making sure your dress doesn’t ride up to give him too much of a show. Eren handles the way you dance on him like a seasoned professional, not once bucking at your movement. The DJ plays a slow jam and your rhythm follows. He stands firmly and grips the small of your back as you bend over and slow grind against him. Eren follows your lead, winding his hips against you.
“Hey, sexy… why don’t we get out of here and find a place less… busy? I’m trying to see you outside of these club lights.”
Admittedly, you were a little tipsy and heated from the closeness you’d just shared with him.
“Ummm… sure? I think I’d like that.” There is a twinge of uncertainty in your voice.
“There’s a nice restaurant around the corner. My car is parked right outside.”
Eren parts the crowd in front of you and guides you through the throngs of people, his soft hands holding your hips.
As you walk through the club’s exit, he palms your ass and gives it a subtle squeeze—as if you belonged to him. This causes your temperature to rise a few degrees higher.
“What was that for?” you question.
“Just admiring your… assets.” He flashes his pearly whites and you see the diamonds accenting the bottom row of his teeth for the first time.
He opens the door of his G-Wagon for you. A gentlemanly gesture for someone who certainly seemed like a player. You wondered how someone so young could even afford a vehicle this nice. He appeared awfully wealthy…
You hesitate—also wondering if it was a good idea to leave the rest of your night up to this man.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Get in,” Eren remarks.
You step up on the platform and load yourself into the passenger seat of his car. You always shared your location with friends and sent a quick text to the group chat so they knew what you were up to as well. Safety first, right?
The car was push to start. Eren presses the button, turns the radio up slightly, and whips the SUV in reverse with his left hand while rubbing your thigh with his right—the only way sexy men know how. This made you tingle all over.
Then, curiosity took hold of you. “Be straight with me. What kind of business are you in?”
“A real man never tells his business, baby. Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” he responds.
Eren taps your thigh then places his palm on the inside of it, almost moving up your dress. His fingertips give you goosebumps and the sight of his dominance and his lavishness starts to arouse you. You had no idea how much he’d had to drink before you met, but his facilities seemed to be okay enough for him to drive and before you knew it, you were in a different parking lot—the one of the restaurant he suggested.
He puts the car in park and shuts off the engine, leaving the radio playing.
“Listen, I know you want me the way you were dancing on me back at the club. You gonna give me that pussy right here, right now? I won’t tell if you won’t,” Eren suggests.
His voice husky—dripping with drunken lust. Eren’s proposition shocked you. Offended you even. Did you really come across that seductive?
But what was worse is that you actually wanted to. You felt so ashamed for wanting to give it up to a complete stranger... in the back of his Benz, no less.
“Wow… I—” you cross your legs tightly and try not to squirm as you feel your pussy thump in your panties.
“I won’t pressure you, of course. We can just eat here and get to know each other better. I’m just saying it’s here if you—”
You don’t allow Eren to continue the sentence. You lean forward and take his face in your hands, sliding your wet tongue between his soft, pink lips. You grab at the bulge threatening to poke out of his jeans.
“I do,” you interrupt affirmatively. Consent was of the utmost importance to you, given both of your inebriated states of mind.
“That’s a good little whore,” he evokes and holds your cheek in encouragement. His voice was hot with desire.
You really were about to fuck this man right here, running the risk of getting caught outside of one of the most popular restaurants in town. Luckily, the high tint on his windows would make it hard to see and the radio would probably drown out any noise the two of you would make.
He slides the driver seat back as far as it can go to make room for you to straddle him. He loosens his designer belt to also make room for his hard and heavy dick. You kiss him again with a languid, open mouth—tongues out, lashing against each other. The blend of both your heavy breaths fog up the windows around you.
“I knew you were a freak when I laid eyes on you,” he mouths through your deep kisses.
Eren palms your ass, convincing you to dance on him. You lock eyes and slow wind your waist to the song playing through his speakers. The stones in his mouth flash as he bites and sucks on his bottom lip while you work him to the beat. There is a twinkle in his eyes. One of wonder, thirst, hypnotism, or something else. You feel his rock-hard erection under you, which forces the fabric of his briefs against your panties. In that moment, you became an exotic dancer and the front seat of his ride was the VIP section. Your chest spills out of the top of your dress when you bounce and grind on top of him. This gives him better access to grope and feel you as he pleases. His touch was igniting—it was as if his fingertips were statically charged as the fine hairs raise on your flesh. He takes your areolas in his mouth while you continue with your lap dance. A whine escapes your lips with every trace of his tongue on your puffy nipples.
He moves his mouth to your neck and bites down. You feel his teeth sink into you and the cold carats graze your skin. He slides your panties down to your ankles. At the same time, he reaches his hand up your dress. He grabs your slick, swollen clit between his thumb and index finger and roughly pulls at it, tugging away your frustrations. You thought he was attempting to pull it off but didn’t care as long as it continued to feel good. Your moans drown out the music vibrating off the dashboard.
“Fuck… how long have you been this wet, sexy? You ready for me?”
“Mhm… YES.” He keeps pulling at your clit and making large circles on your opening with his ring finger. Only pitchy squeals leave your body as he continues to aggressively pleasure you for a few moments longer. His soft hands snatch from underneath your dress and he sucks your wetness off himself, the diamonds in his teeth glinting in the darkness of his car.
“Get in the back seat,” he utters before tossing you into the backseat and crawling over the console to join you. He slides his jeans and his underwear down to his knees and pushes your head to his crotch. You take his full length into your mouth with no hesitation.
“That’s it… suck this dick, you little fucking... ahhh,” he grits through his teeth. Eren rolls his hips—the same way he did when the two of you were on the dance floor just a short while ago. You increase the suction and play with his thick head with your tongue. Your red lipstick transfers to the leaking tip and smears across the bottom half of your face. He sinks into the leather seats and flexes his dick on your tongue. You grip the base with your hands and twist as you suck his entire shaft, drooling on it, making your mouth his own personal fucktoy. Your plush lips come down lower and lower on his length until your mouth meets the hilt. He is deep in your throat, which causes your eyes to water and makes you focus to not gag on how large he is.
“Yeah, baby. Give me that throat. Show me how nasty you can be…” You blow him more aggressively and moan onto his cock, causing a vibration that makes him let out a manly moan. He places his hand on the back of your head and forces you down one final time before pulling your mouth off of him. A trail of saliva leads from your lips to the tip of his cock. He kisses you, cleaning up the mess you just made, and pats your head in praise.
You lean back and put your pussy on full display for him. “Come and get it,” you tease while running your fingers through your slick folds.
Eren takes a black-wrapped condom from his back pocket and tears it open with his teeth. He obviously came prepared. As he climbs on top of your body stretched in the back of his Benz, his Cuban link dangles in your face. He gives the rubber to you, moving your small hand down to his pelvis to roll it onto him. You quickly pump his girth to ensure it is fully erect and slide the condoms down to the bottom of his dick, pinching the tip slightly to save room for his cum.
He taps the head on your outer lips several times and slides in slowly. A sweet gasp fills the air as he fills you up. Gentle was not his game at all—he drove his dick into the deepest parts of you over and over. There is a twinge of pain in your belly, but a good pain. You were somewhat of a masochist and this kind of pain was pleasure. With every stroke, you open a little more for him. His cock fits tightly against your dripping walls and pulses around him beyond your control.
“You take this dick so good,” he whispers as he licks your ear, picking up the pace of his pumping.
Eren pins your wrists to the door above your head with one hand and puts his hand around your throat with the other. He slightly applies pressure to the sides of your neck. It was just enough to give you a rush of blood to the head and make you feel like you were floating. His chain dangles in your mouth as he stares you down, focused solely on the moment of pleasure you both reveled in. Your legs lift to shift the angle at which he dipped into you. With your legs in the air, he humps you raptly, on beat with whatever trap song was playing. Limbs shaking, your platforms smash together. The sex sounds leaving your throat are uncontrollable.
Yes. YES. Yes. YES. You repeat over and over, each time a different cadence and octave.
He snatches his thick member out of you and motions you to get on all fours. Though the backseat was roomy, the space between the two of you closes in as he enters you from behind. You throw your ass back on him, pressing into his pelvis as hard your body will allow. He grips your neck with both hands this time, pulling your torso up to that it is nearly parallel to his. His chain clinks as you clap down on the dick.
“You like that?” you call out while you bust it open for him.
He gives a hard smack on your ass. “Shit… yeah. You so nasty, girl.” That only pushes you more, but Eren starts to fuck back and makes you slack on your rhythm. Your antics had bought you a one-way ticket to Pound Town and there were no detours or rest stops. He strengthens his hold on your throat and wants to know if you’re going to cum for him. You were so close. You buck back against him, fighting the way he was punishing you with his penis. As you find your peak, you let out a loud, lewd moan—a peak he continued to stroke you through, setting off a chain reaction of multiple waves over your body.
He releases his hold on you and pushes you down into the leather seats. It felt as if he would pound you through them the way he was chasing his nut. Finally, you feel it rhythmically throb against your delicate walls and he grunts with no apologies.
A deep exhale exits both your mouths as pulls out of you. The smell of sex and his cologne fill the air. You take a few moments to catch your breath and return to the front seats of the car as if nothing had just happened.
“On second thought… I’m not even hungry actually. Can you take me home now?”
“Oh, you were hungry for something, alright.” He shakes his head. “But yeah,” Eren states coolly. He mutters something under his breath. All you can make out is an indignant “slut” at the end of his sentence, which makes your cheeks flush.
You put the GPS to your apartment in your phone. It speaks over the music, directing him to your apartment complex about 10 minutes away. The two of you exchange phone numbers and make small talk on the way there.
When he pulls up to your place and you exit the vehicle, Eren rolls down the window to get your attention as you head towards your building.
“Hit me up if you ever want to do that again… in bed next time?” he proposes.
You sigh and flirtatiously roll your eyes, refusing to give him an answer either way.
As you walk to the door of your apartment, you crack a smile. Maybe you’d give him a call tomorrow.