The beat was pounding in my head, I could feel it pulsing through me. It was intoxicating. I was definitely intoxicated. The lights were flashing, there was artificial smoke everywhere, clouding my vision. It was noisy and crowded. But I could see you clearly. Laughing and joking, some of your friends were flirting with mine. You caught my eye, you gave that little wink that I knew so well. I’d seen it before. I’d fallen for it before. It was a bad idea. But those eyes are hypnotic. And you know it. You pulled me into the heaving crowd on the dance floor, the heavy beat still pounding. Hips grinding, hands groping, bodies pressed close together, breathing deepening, tensions rising…
I blinked a few times, slowly letting the light into my burning eyes. My head was pounding with the beat of music that was no longer playing, I felt groggy and dis-orientated. As I slowly came to, I saw you stretched out next to me, your arms thrown above your head, the sheets barely covering you, revealing your gorgeous chest to me. I wondered what you were dreaming about. It wasn’t me, that’s for sure. I should have said no.
I could feel your erection pressing against me through the fabric of your denim. Horny for someone. Was it for me? Or that girl you were looking at over my shoulder. No matter, I was going to make it about me. I ground against you harder, hooking my fingers into your belt loops, pulling you against me, tipping my face up to yours. You smirked, feeling your power over me, before sinking your lips against mine. Our tongues playing, our bodies moving in sync to the over-powering beat. I felt the jolt of desire running through me even stronger than before. That’s why I said yes.
I finally jolted myself awake, rubbing my eyes to shift some of the mascara glueing them together. My breathing was shallow, I didn’t want to wake you. Moving slowly, deliberately not to disturb you, I shifted myself off the bed. Your hand went to the space I’d just left, feeling for someone, something. Or so it seemed. I’m not sure your unconscious mind could remember me and the night we spent together. Your spent cock probably could. My sore pussy definitely did. But my hangover-addled brain didn’t want to remember. I should have said no.
Our mouths played together, our bodies writhing in sync on the dance floor. Despite everything that has happened before, we fitted together perfectly. There was something there. Something raw, and animalistic. Nothing to do with sense or reason. One of your hands was enmeshed in my hair, controlling me, the other roaming over my back, grabbing at my ass, barely covered by my obscenely short skirt. My hands grasped at your forearms, but my hold compared to yours was weak, helpless. We both knew who was in charge here. Your hand slipped underneath the flimsy fabric of my skirt, pressing up against my underwear, feeling how wet I was, making me moan.
‘Want to get out of here?’ you growled in my ear, tilting my head back, exposing my neck, grazing the delicate with your teeth, making me shiver. That’s why I said yes.
I scrambled around for my clothes, cringing at the thought of the walk of shame. I can see the debris from the night before, clothes strewn everywhere, abandoned condoms, the lamp that we knocked over, sheets and pillows all in disarray. I catch a glimpse of my naked body in your mirror, I’m covered in scratch marks, bruises, bite marks, you know how to mark your territory. It wouldn’t be so bad if my dress wasn’t so small.
Your flat is closer than mine, the walk home the next day doesn’t even cross my mind, all I care about is having you. Right now. We stop every few steps, our desire overwhelming us, your lips bruising mine, your hands mauling my tits, pinching my hardening nipples, my hands finding the bulge in your jeans and rubbing my palm against you, making you gasp. We get more than a few wolf whistles. I don’t care. Fuck me. Right now.
You make me walk in front of you up the stairs to your room, I know you’re watching my ass and it gives me an extra wiggle. I shouldn’t crave your approval like I do, but it’s intoxicating. As soon as we’re behind close doors you have me backed up against the wall, surrounding me, trapping me, precariously balanced on my heels as I stand on tip toe so I can kiss you properly, so you have better access under my dress, so I can slip my hands down into your jeans…
I dress quickly, holding my breath every time you stir, desperate for you not to wake, I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to have that awkward conversation. I don’t want you to call me babe, to tell me that we’ll go out for dinner sometime, that there’s this great place you want to take me to. That you’re so glad we hooked up last night. That I’m amazing. I am. But you don’t really believe it. I should have said no.
We stripped quickly, you threw me down on the bed and presented me with your hard cock. I didn’t hesitate, I opened my mouth and you shoved your cock deep into my mouth, making me choke and splutter around you. It turned you on, to make me gag. I felt your cock twitch. It turned me on too. You had one hand on the back of my head, controlling me as I desperately tried to suck your cock, as the fingers of your other hand plunged deep into my dripping wet pussy, my moans muffled by your cock down my throat. My hips bucked off the bed as your fingers worked their magic. Could you feel the muscles of my cunt clenching down on your fingers as I came? You know how worked up you’d got me over the evening. You have that effect on me. That’s why I said yes.
It didn’t take me long to be dressed and out of the door. I take one last look at you, still spread eagle on the bed, feeling one last jolt run through me. It’s uncontrollable, this thing that draws me to you, over and over again. It feels so good, but it hurts so bad. I close the door loudly as I leave, wondering if it wakes you up, and prepare myself for the walk of shame. I should have said no.
You moved your cock away from my mouth, spreading my legs with your thighs. I closed my eyes, and counted down the torturous seconds until I felt your cock at the entrance to my cunt.
‘Tell me what you want…’
‘I want you to fuck me. Please.’
‘Good girl…’
Suddenly your cock was deep inside me, stretching my tight cunt, and I couldn’t help but cry out. It felt so fucking good. We moved together, my legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you in deeper. Hips bucking, fingers clawing at your arms, at your back, gasps choked out of me by the force of your thrusts, feeling the tension building deep within me. You didn’t care, of course, but I came with you, your cock pulsing deep within me as my cunt clenched around you, making us both cry out. I wanted more, of course. And you were happy to oblige.
I said yes when I should have said no. But can you blame me?
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This post was part of a challenge with the fabulous Coquitten, the gorgeous Z from Phaedra Fallen and the sexy and shameless Britni, so go check out what they wrote – it’s bound to have you squirming in your seats! The challenge was to write a piece inspired by this song by Dragonette, chosen by the delectable Jake from Facts and Friction.