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“Hmm, I like your style.” His jaw clenches as I continue to stimulate his dick through his pants. “Your place or mine?”
“Why go anywhere?”
There’s no way in hell I’m leaving this bar to have sex with a stranger. That’s the kind of thing that’ll leave me dead in an alley; or worse, chopped up into little pieces or kidnapped and sold like chattel.
I love sex, but only on my terms. Those terms say we stay right where we are.
“Fingering you and fucking you in this crowd are two different things. You look like a good fuck, but not good enough for jail time. What’s it going to be? My place? Or yours?”
“Come.” I grab his wrist and drag him through the crowd.
He doesn’t protest and that brings a smile to my face. One of the things I love about this club is it’s got private bathrooms with locks. Those bathrooms do not open up onto a back alley, which makes them safe from the abduction and murder angle. I come to this club for a reason.
I take my conquest to the hallway leading to the restrooms, and grin when there’s not only no line, but one of the restrooms is empty. I drag him inside and spin around, closing the door behind us.
“Fucking in the bathroom?” He leans into me and reaches around me to turn the lock. “Not very original, but it works.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. My conquest unbuckles his belt and slides his pants halfway down his thighs.
I watch in awe as his dick springs free, fully erect and ready for me. Looks like I’m not the only one going commando tonight.
He grabs my hand, placing it on his shaft.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I do.” I wrap my fingers around his shaft, worried about how all of that is going to fit inside of me. I stroke his cock and lick my lips.
“Good.” He reaches over, pulling my dress up and over my head, baring me completely to his eye. He cups one of my breasts, and then the other. “Because I sure like what I see.” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me to him until our bodies crash together.
His cock pokes me in the belly, hot, hard, and eager. I wrap my hand around his cock and he groans when I stroke him from root to tip, and back again.
He reaches behind him, fumbles for a second, then shows me a foil pouch. “Put it on me, love. I’d put you on your knees and make you suck my cock, but this bathroom floor is gross.”
A delicious spark flares within me at the command in his tone. He must notice because his cock jerks and he grabs me by my arms.
Hard.
Hard enough to bruise, which makes it perfect.
“Fuuuck, you really like it when I tell you what to do. Be careful feeding that beast.”
I don’t respond to his words of warning. Instead, I rip the foil and sheath his cock.
“Look me in the eye, love, and answer me. Yes or no? Do you like when I take charge?”
I roll my bottom lip between my teeth, suddenly unable to look him in the eye.
This feels intrusive, as if giving him far too much power if I admit my darkest desires, but somehow, he coaxes an answer out of me.
“Yes.” My entire body shudders.
With that said, the heat in the bathroom goes nuclear hot. I can’t help but shiver and ache with desire. I hate that I answer him, unwilling to give him that much power over me, but fuck if I don’t give him exactly what he wants. He draws it out of me.
He reaches down, grips my chin, then lifts my face until our eyes clash and tangle in a frisson of animalistic lust and human need.
We stare at each other, for what seems like forever, but is really no more than a moment in time. He breaks the tension suddenly, pulling me close to kiss me. His full lips press against mine; then his tongue demands entrance.
I yield and his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring every inch of it as our tongues tangle and dance.