"Hmm, might take you up on that, Sugar. Let’s go test out your dance moves, and we'll take it from there. Ashley, we already know that this fine-ass man over here can dance. So he can clearly hold a great fucking tempo. Case closed, my love! Go get your vagina in working order again," Quinn calls over her should as she drags Alex, who looks as happy as a pig in shit, toward the dancefloor.
Ashley looks mortified, and I almost feel bad for her. "I swear to God that some days I really don’t know why I remain friends with that girl."
"Come on, let’s get you another drink or three so you can lose your inhibitions and tell me more about your mission." I guide her over to the bar to order another scotch for myself and a blueberry martini for Ashley.
"She wasn’t talking about anything. Ignore her," Ashley says, taking a sip of her drink.
"Oh yes, she was. Maybe you should explain before you accomplish your goal of getting drunk. That way you’ll actually have control of what you tell me. Either way, I’ll have my answer, baby." Right on cue, there’s that little shiver that I love.
"Let’s just get drunk and dance. No need to talk now. Drink and dance. That sounds so much better." With that, she downs the rest of her martini.
Okay, we can play ‘get Ashley drunk and dance our asses off.’ Not the fun that I’d been hoping for, but fun nonetheless. I won’t sleep with her if she’s hell-bent on getting wasted. Not my thing. I never sleep with anyone super drunk, and it’s a situation I don’t want to find myself in. It hadn’t really been my plan to sleep with Ashley tonight in the first place, but I wouldn’t have minded if the night had taken a turn in that direction. She does make my dick hard as hell with her sexy little dance moves. I’m more than happy to see that the girls have a good time and make it home safely, though. What the fuck is wrong me? I don’t fuck random girls, and I don’t play babysitter either.
"Alright, let’s get you another drink. Then we can go sweat some of it off." I order another martini for her and then guide her to dance floor. Ashley is on at least her fourth drink though, and with those hot as hell fuck me shoes she’s wearing, I’m betting that the dancing isn’t going to last long. So I take the lead, giving her something to lean on.
Feeling her ass sway against my cock is utterly amazing. I close my eyes and let the music take over, which probably isn’t the best idea. Now all I can picture is fucking her, naked except for the heels, to the rhythm of the music. I add the fantasy to my list of things to do with Ashley as soon as I crack her shell. Jesus, what the hell is going on with me? After a few songs, I lean in and kiss the spot right behind her ear before I ask, "Want to go get another drink and sit, or do you want to keep dancing?" Ashley’s become pretty off balance, and her glass is empty again. I’m not sure if her martini has disappeared because she drank it or sloshed it all over the floor, but I’m feeling confident that Ashley’s at her limit. I’ll cut her off after this next one. I don’t want her sick, after all, and I want to get her over to a couch before she can’t stand anymore. If she falls in that dress, the whole damn club will see her pussy and possibly her tits as well. I can’t have that. I’m the only one who’s going to get to see any of Ashley’s private parts tonight. Besides, her current state of mind is perfect for fishing out some answers.
"We can sit. I think that might be a good idea." She slurs, and I realize she may actually be further gone than I thought.
"Okay, baby, come on." I take her over to some oversized couches set up in the corner of the room and then head to the bar for drinks.
"Can I have another Scotch, a Peach Martini, and two bottles of water please?" Ashley certainly needs to get some water in her, and some food. As I walk back toward her, I decide I’ll have to order some appetizers when I next see a waiter. I’m hoping the water will distract her after she finishes this round because she probably won’t like it when I cut her off.
When I get back to the couch, I hand her the bottle of water first. "Here you go. Are you having a good time? Going to give them a good review?" I ask, wanting to get her talking.
"Without a doubt. This place is fantastic. What were you doing here tonight? You never said. I mean, you already know what made me come here tonight. What about you guys? It’s so great to see you! And your friends seem really awesome. You didn’t really introduce anyone though. You’ll have to tell me their names." Aww, drunk Ashley rambles. I love it. This conversation is going to be fun, and I doubt she’ll remember much of it tomorrow.
"Some of the guys and I decided that we wanted to have a laid back night out, and everyone’s talking about this place. It was a no brainer to come check it out ourselves."
"Some of the guys, huh? And how do you know the guys?" she asks, sipping on her martini.
"Well, Alex and I have been best buds since high school. He’s actually one of the team’s physical therapists. The rest of the guys are my teammates," I say.
"Holy crap! You mean I’ve been partying it up in the hottest club around with the hottest quarterback around and his whole team as well? No wonder I’m getting death stares from all the chicks around here. Makes much more sense now." She giggles. Great, that last drink has given her the giggles. If she were any other chick, I’d be gone already. I can’t stand drunken giggling. My sisters are famous for it.
"Yup, so you want to tell me what Quinn was talking about earlier? Having a plumbing problem?"
"Fuck Quinn and her big mouth. She has no idea what she’s talking about. My plumbing’s fine. Vaginas don’t magically close after seven months without sex. I mean, seriously, where she comes up with her logic is beyond me. It’s not my fault I have morals and can’t sleep around guilt-free like her." Ah, so there’s been no one warming her bed for the last seven months. That knowledge makes my inner primitive caveman extremely happy.
"No, I have to say that I agree with you there, I don’t think that vaginas close up after a few months either. So the dickhead downstairs was an ex?"
"Ugh, please don’t bring him up. I have no desire to talk about that fucktard. He’s made my life hell since we broke up. I don’t want to think about him or his dirty dick." Her face has gone a shade redder, and her eyes have hardened into an angry glare.
Okay, she really doesn’t want to talk about him. I know I need to tread lightly here and change the subject.
"I’m sorry, did you say dirty dick?" I chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. "How does one get a dirty dick? I’m just curious."
"Well, you get a dirty dick when you start sticking it in places it doesn’t belong."
And now the bitterness makes sense… Time for a detour before Ashley gets too caught up in her anger and the night is ruined. "Well, fuck him then. You’re on to bigger and better things now."
A big smile spreads across her face.
That’s an improvement.
"Bigger and better, huh?" Before I know it, Ashley is backwards in my lap, dancing.
"Ashley, baby, what’re you doing?"
"What does is it look like I’m doing?” she asks over her shoulder. “I want to see this bigger and better that I’ve moved onto."
"Baby, here isn’t the place to test drive." I don’t want her to regret making a scene in the club. No one seems to be paying attention to us, but you never know when there might be an unseen cell phone camera rolling.
"Then let’s take this some place that I can test drive."
Goddamn, I would love nothing more. "Ashley, you're a bit drunk. No need to wake up with regrets in the morning. But I’ll gladly take you home, if you’re ready to leave."
"No regrets. Take me home." Her ass is still moving against my dick. In a move that I don’t think most strippers could pull off, Ashley has turned herself in my lap without standing. Her tits are now close enough for me to pull a nipple into my mouth without lifting a finger.
Fuck, how I wish she weren’t drunk and we were in private. "Ash..."
That’s all I get out before her mouth is on mine. Her lips are soft and plump and definit
ely on a mission. They move against mine, and her tongue licks along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I open my mouth and take over the kiss. Her mouth is heaven. I can taste her peach martini on her tongue. I push my own tongue farther into her mouth, probing, searching for the inner secrets of Ashley. Her hands come up to my neck. She glides them back and up into my hair, making me shiver this time. I run my hands up her exposed back, savoring the feel of her soft skin. I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her closer to me as I delve a little further into her mouth before I pull away.
"Baby, there’s nothing more I’d love to do than continue this, but we need to get out of here before we wind up all over the Internet. I’ll call for a car." I lean in for a quick, chaste kiss and then move Ashley off my lap and onto the couch so I can grab my phone and call my driver.
"Come on,” I say when I hang up. “The car will be here by the time we get downstairs." I pull her up off the couch, and we head to the elevator. "Where's your phone? You should send a text to Quinn to let her know that you're leaving. I’m going to have Alex make sure she gets home safe."
"Oh, I'm sure that he’ll make sure she gets home all right. I’m sure he’ll make sure she gets into bed as well. Underneath him." She laughs, her giggles returning. "Damn, that was a lot of ‘sure’s for one sentence."
"It sure was." I laugh.
When we reach the bottom floor, Reggie is there waiting with the car. I usher Ashley into the back of the limo.
"We heading home, Boss?" Reggie asks, holding the car door open for us.
"Not one hundred percent sure, Reg. Let’s head that way, though. Either way, it’s the same direction. Ashley lives in Hoboken."
"You got it." Reg closes the door.
Ash almost immediately finds the mini bar in the back and grabs a bottle of champagne.
"You think that’s good idea?" I ask.
"Of course. We need to toast."
"What are we toasting?" I take the glass from her hand and let her fill it.
"It’s not every night I leave a club with the hottest guy there. I think it’s mandatory to have a toast to that, don’t you?" Her glass is already half empty.
"Yes, I will absolutely toast to leaving the club with the most beautiful woman there."
Ashley's cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and she finishes her drink before setting the glass down on the table at the end of the bench seat. I take a sip of my champagne as I watch Ashley, who seems to be thinking. Suddenly, her eyes set with determination, as though she’s made her mind up about something. In the time it takes me to blink, Ashley in on her knees between my legs.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
She doesn’t answer me, but reaches for my belt to undo it.
"Ashley, baby, what are you doing?”
"Shh, Superstar. So many questions." Her deft fingers pull my belt from its loops and go to work on my zipper. My dick is screaming at me to shut up and enjoy what seems to be coming our way, but my conscience has other ideas.
"What are doing? You don’t need to do that. Why don’t you come up here and sit next to me?"
"I’d rather be down here." She smirks. This woman must be a magician because she already has my dick out, and she’s stroking me from root to tip with a sure rhythm and the perfect amount of pressure.
"Ahh…" My moan is out before I can stop it.
"That’s right, Mr. Garrison, sit back and enjoy. Turn off your pretty little head."
That’s it. I’m done for. I have no resolve left to be a gentleman.
Her tiny little hand is wrapped perfectly around my extremely hard cock, still stroking up and down in that amazing rhythm.
"Yes, sweetheart, just like that. It feels amazing." I’ve never been one to really get into a hand job, but with Ashley's hand working its magic, it feels fucking fantastic. I lean back and close my eyes. Then I feel it—her hot breath at the tip of my dick. I think it’s physically impossible for me to get any harder.
I open my eyes just in time to see her little pink tongue circle around the head of my dick. Her eyes are set on mine, staring at me with a gleam in them. The perfect seductress. I lock eyes with her as she closes her mouth around the tip of my cock and adds a little suction. She swirls her tongue around it a few times before she take my whole length into her mouth. God damn. I feel her throat contract around me, and I’m lost to the pleasure that courses through me with each bob of her head and swirl of her tongue. I can’t fight the need to lean my head back and close my eyes. Ashley licks and sucks as though I’m the best tasting lollipop she’s ever had. She uses her hand to cup and roll my balls.
Holy shit. I think this might be the best blow job I’ve ever had. I’m not a small guy in the dick department, but Ashley doesn’t seem to be fazed by my size. Jesus, could this woman be any more perfect? She lets me fall from her mouth and uses both hands to continue stroking me, watching me intently, studying each one of my reactions. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter than her watching me while she strokes my cock, and I feel the ooze of my pre cum. In a truly erotic fashion, Ashley leans over and licks the cum from my dick as though it’s a rare delicacy and moans.
"Mmm," she says, and I know the minute that she puts that fabulous mouth back on me, I’m a goner.
She pulls me back fully into her mouth and massages my dick with her tongue. "That’s it. Fucking Christ, your mouth is amazing."
She moans at my praise, leaving me about to explode.
"Ashley, baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you should stop now because I can’t hold on any longer with your tongue working me like that."
The next second, my mind goes blank as she increases her speed on my dick and her hand gives my balls a little squeeze, and I think I nearly black out. My orgasm takes total control of my body. My balls draw up, and my whole body shakes slightly with each eruption of cum from my engorged head. She swallows every drop and licks my dick completely clean. After she’s satisfied with the cleanliness of my cock, she sits back on her legs and smiles at me as she licks her lips clean.
Holy fuck. I’ve never been more turned on in my life by any woman. Her assertiveness and take charge attitude are hot as hell. I’m usually not a fan of oral sex, but right now, I can barely remember my own name, let alone my usual disdain for blow jobs. She’s managed to wipe my mind entirely clean. I hadn’t been able to think of anything other than the need to come. Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on, and when can I get more of that? If she can make me lose it like that with some good head, I can only imagine what her pussy squeezing my cock would do if she rode me like a prized stallion.
Chapter 10
ASHLEY
I’m startled awake from my nightmare by a throbbing headache. My surroundings seem off. The bed I’m in is comfortable and warm, but everything feels wrong. I’m wrapped in silk instead of cotton, and the pillow under my head isn’t broken in like mine. All I can smell is a delicious scent of male cologne, but it turns my already gurgling stomach. As I look around, parts of last night come flooding back to me. Dancing at the club, the mystery guy dancing with me turning out to be Tanner, running into Jason, getting totally wasted, making out with Tanner in the VIP section of the club, and then giving him a blow job in the back of his limo. Oh my God! What on Earth was I thinking? I practically threw myself on his dick without giving him a choice. I think I even remember him telling me not to do it. I’m such a slut. The guilt wells up as I look over at him lying next to me. What’s he going to say when he wakes up? How am I going to face him? I haven’t been sexually aggressive in a long time—since that stupid frat party in college. You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson. But no, I’m just stupid and easy¸ and I’m sure that Tanner will feel the same way when he wakes up.
My mind wanders back to the memory of the night that has fucked with my mind for the past seven years, the same memory I’d been trapped in before I’d woken up to this hangover. It was my freshman year of college, and I’d decid
ed to do what every other girl was doing—explore my sexuality. One of the fraternities was throwing a costume party. Quinn's master plan had been to go all out getting sexified. She’d picked out our costumes: Wonder Woman for her and Tinker Bell for me. The frat house had been packed. I danced all night with hot guy after hot guy and was having the time of my life. It was the first time that I’d ever really let myself go. This gorgeous senior named Logan was giving me his undivided attention, and I soaked it up. I hadn’t thought twice about heading back up to his room. I refused to give him my name so I could experiment anonymously.
When we got to his room, I hadn’t hesitated to take off my clothes. Next thing I knew, Logan had me pinned up against the door, and things had gotten hot and heavy quickly. I’m pretty sure we had sex on every surface of his room. After he’d had me against the door, we’d hit the floor, his desk, and then ended on the bed, trying a new position at every stop. The sex was fantastic, and I was more than satisfied by the time we were done.
When he’d gone to the bathroom to clean up, I’d put my costume back on, fixed my hair and make-up, and run off to find Quinn. Finding her hadn’t been as easy as one might have thought. I grabbed a beer and walked around, waiting for her to surface. As I was heading out to the back deck, I rounded the corner only to see Logan there with his friends. A smile spread across my face as I thought about all the dirty things we’d just done not twenty minutes earlier. Then I caught what he was saying.
"Yeah, man, that hot little piece of ass was easier than I thought. She was a dirty little slut too. Man, I fucked her on every part of my room. Door, floor, bed, and desk. I didn’t even have to work for it, and she told me exactly what she wanted. Talk about an easy fuck, man. She was gone when I came back from the bathroom. She couldn’t have been better. I love when these skanks know their place and don’t make me kick them out. If anyone wants a turn, she'd probably up for it. Go look for a green fairy,” Logan suggested.
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