That night I went into the club without a plan, wearing the shortest dress I had and leaving my panties forgotten in the drawer. The top was white, one of those that stick to your body and show everything. I was horny, yes, but I didn’t know it yet. Not until I saw him.
He was at the bar, elbows resting, watching. Not everyone. Me.
And I… held his gaze.
We smiled, I got closer. I don’t even know what I said. He answered without taking his eyes off my mouth. I offered him a drink. He touched my waist. We kissed. Just like that, no warning. No words. His tongue found mine and ran into my piercing. He growled softly, and that’s when I knew he wasn’t letting me go all night.
We danced. Or better said, we rubbed against each other. His leg between mine, his hand on my ass, my mouth on his neck. He touched my nipples through the top, played with them, felt the piercings between his fingers and looked at me like he was going to devour them right there. I whispered in his ear: “Let’s go.” He didn’t need more.
We went to the car. It was close, but it took us a while to get there. We kept stopping to kiss, to push each other against the walls. Laughing. Breathing hard.
And when he sat me on the hood… the world broke.
He pulled up my top. Left my tits bare. Sucked my nipples hungrily. Bit, tugged at the piercings with his teeth. I spread my legs without thinking. He turned me around. Pulled down my skirt. Pressed me against the hot metal and shoved it in hard.
No hesitation. Not a second.
And I… I moaned low, biting my wrist.
People passed by. Some looked. I didn’t care. I was open, sweaty, clinging to that hood like it was my bed. He fucked me with rage, pulling my hair, licking my neck, panting in my ear.
And then…
I heard a voice behind me.
Another guy. Watching.
The first one didn’t stop. He kept fucking me while they talked as if I wasn’t there. I looked over my shoulder, face flushed, tits bouncing, pussy dripping. The new one laughed, unzipped, and pulled his cock out. The other stepped aside. As if they had agreed.
And he… slid into me.
Just like that. No words. No asking.
He grabbed my waist and fucked me while biting my neck, sucking my nipples and kissing me deep, thrusting all the way. He came hard, inside. And then… yeah. He high-fived the first one. As if I were a toast.
The first one shoved back into me with rage. Fucked me harder than before. Like marking territory. He came inside me, holding me tight against his chest.
And when I finished getting dressed, legs weak and nipples sore from so much use, I asked him:
“Who was that?”
He looked at me, stroked my hair and said:
“I don’t know… but fuck, the way he looked at you.”