Then he complied with her request, thrusting against her so hard, she was pretty sure the booth was moving. She moaned low in her throat, biting her lips between her teeth to keep from shrieking.
“Don't hold back,” he breathed against her ear. “Tell me how good this feels.”
“So good,” she whispered back.
“You have no idea. You're so tight on my cock, goddamn.”
“Holy shit.”
Go out with a man she'd just met, check. Have sex in a club, check. Experience dirty talk, definite check. She finally did cry out, unable to hold it in as a tremor ripped through her body, threatening to tear her apart.
“Fuck, yes, just like that, baby. Let it all go, Katya. Just let it go.”
She was feeling pretty brainless by then, but her body was paying rapt attention to his instructions. Her orgasm shocked her a little, with its appearance and its intensity. She trembled underneath him, letting out a long, low moan as it felt like her entire body turned into one big spasm. Just as she was coming down from it, his mouth locked onto a nipple, sucking hard and causing a fresh tremor to seize her.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she tried to catch her breath. He chuckled and laid down on her, his full weight pressing her into the booth. “Holy shit. We just had sex.”
“You just got fucked,” he corrected her, his voice muffled by her breasts.
“That … was … amazing,” she moaned.
“You were amazing. Talk about pent up. You went off like a bottle rocket,” he teased.
“You have no idea.”
“Thank god you insisted on going out tonight,” he laughed, and she felt his breath hot against her skin.
“Samesies,” she said. He shifted on top of her and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still hard. And inside her. So very hard inside of her.
“If you only had any idea how good this feels,” he sighed, pumping in and out, almost excruciatingly slow.
“Says the guy who owns a sex club and goes to wild parties,” she laughed. “This can't be anything new to you.”
He stopped moving and lifted himself up so he could look her in the eye.
“There you go again. Can't you just take a compliment?” he asked, and he sounded genuinely annoyed. The grip he had on her wrists got tighter, crushing her arms together.
“I … I just figured you've done all this before, felt all this before,” she tried to explain. He dropped down again and she felt his lips against her ear.
“I have never felt anything like you, Katya. Can you feel how tight you are? How you milk my cock? Fucking amazing. Jesus, if I had known you'd feel like this, I wouldn't have waited so long to talk to you,” he growled.
“That's … flattering,” she managed to respond, feeling slightly breathless again.
“You fucking bet it is. The only thing I can imagine feeling better than this, would be fucking your ass.”
Whoa now. Having sex in a club with a virtual stranger was one thing, but anal!? Sure, she'd always been a little curious – who wasn't? Who didn't want to be the cool chick who took anal like a champ? But she'd never even so much as discussed it with any of her previous boyfriends. She certainly wasn't about to do it with a stranger! She'd simply tell him that would have to wait for a much, much, much later date.
“Only one way to find out.”
Hmmm, not exactly what she'd planned to say to him, but it's what fell out of her mouth. When he lifted his head, she simply stared at him. Tried to focus on his warm eyes, on the laugh lines that were at the corners. She was suddenly consumed with the thought of letting him take her. It was now or never, she truly felt. She had to do this, she had to become that girl.
“Careful now, angel cake. Don't write checks your body can't cash,” he said, looking at her naked chest. She willed her body to stop trembling.
“There you go again, assuming things about me. Assumed I wouldn't come here. Assumed I'd go home. Assumed I wouldn't have sex with you. I wonder what else you'll be wrong about tonight,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“You've never done something like that before.”
He stated, didn't question. She nodded.
“Never. I've thought about it, but was never brave enough to try.”
“Then this is a bad idea.”
“Hmmm, I'm sure one of the other guys here won't think so.”
“Katya, I'm serious. No more competing. That's a big step, a big deal, and will more than likely be uncomfortable as fuck your first time. You should do it with someone you trust,” he told her.
That moment. That's how she knew he wasn't a bad guy. She was naked under him, she'd just let him fuck her brains out on a booth in his sex club. He could've done literally just about anything he wanted to her, and she was offering it all up on a silver platter, and he was still looking out for her. Liam was a nice guy. A good guy. A trustworthy guy.
Also, if she stopped now, she knew it would never happen.
I'm so tired of being the good one.
“I want to do it with someone who knows what they're doing,” she whispered, then she lifted her head, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “And someone who will make me feel good. Please, Liam. Please make me feel good.”
He was a good guy, but Liam had his limits, and a naked woman begging him to fuck her up the ass was apparently one of them.
He was slow as he eased off of her, his hands gentle as they rolled her over. He carefully lifted her head and put a throw pillow under her cheek. His hands were heavy on her skin, almost massaging her as he ran them from her shoulders to her butt, then back up again. She was a little tipsy and it felt amazing, almost lulling her to sleep.
Then she heard a noise and when she turned her head, she saw that he was pulling one of the ottomans out from under the table. They were actually drawers, though what was in their depths, she couldn't be sure. She caught a glimpse of what looked like tubes and bottles. He rummaged around in the drawer, then pulled his hand free. He was behind her after that, out of sight, so she couldn't be sure what he'd grabbed, but when something cold hit her backside, she had a good idea.
“On a scale of sober to black-out, how drunk are you?” he asked. She opened her mouth to answer, then choked on her own words as she felt his finger between her cheeks, smoothing up and down along the line.
“Like a four? Pleasantly tipsy?” she finally managed to get out.
“I just want to make sure this isn't the alcohol talking,” he said.
“It's not, I swear, I didn't even drink that much before I came. I … I feel like a different person here. I want to be a different person. I want to try -”
There was no managing words that time around. He had a finger inside her. Inside a place no one had ever been before, a place she herself tried to avoid. The lubrication he was using was cool and slippery, but gave him easy access. She was shocked that it didn't feel at all gross, or disgusting, or painful. It felt … interesting.
“Then you came to the right place,” he chuckled, and a second finger joined the first, turning interesting feeling into slightly awkward feeling. “The alcohol will help you relax, too.”
She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that – her with her face buried in the pillow, trying to hide her embarrassment and shame and delight at what he was doing to her. Him, kneeling behind her, holding her hips up with one hand, and using the other to work magic on her.
Just when Katya began to think that's as far as he would take it, his fingers were gone. She sighed and felt conflicted – sad that he hadn't been brave enough to take it all the way. Glad because she wasn't sure she was brave enough, either.
But then he was moving, shifting around behind her. Pulling her hips even higher. There was the crinkle of foil, followed by the sound of it ripping, then a long pause. She went to look over her shoulder, to ask if everything was okay, but then something much, much larger than a finger was against her ass, demanding entrance, and she thought her eye
balls were going to fall out of her skull.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, burying her face in the pillow again.
“Relax, Katya. Relax.”
He could say that word all he wanted – didn't mean it was going to happen. She chewed on the pillow and chewed on her lips and so desperately wanted to be the kind of girl who could have casual no-strings-attached anal sex in a club, but she became increasingly sure it wouldn't happen. He was simply too big. It hurt. She blinked away tears and tried to catch her breath.
“Liam, I don't think -”
“Relax,” he sounded like he was clenching his teeth together. “I told you it would be uncomfortable. It's gonna hurt. But I promise you, it will feel so good if you see it through. Cry if you need to, scream, shout, whatever. It's okay. But just trust me.”
She almost took him up on his offer to scream. He couldn't have been more than halfway inside her and the pain was causing a burning sensation up her spine. She would've screamed, but she worried that if she opened her mouth, she'd throw up. She bit down on the pillow and cried, the tears soaking the material.
“This is better than I imagined, Katya,” he sighed after what felt like an eternity later, when his hips were against her ass.
“I wish … I could say … the same,” she managed to pant out between gasps for air. He chuckled and she felt his hands on her back, massaging her shoulders.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered.
“I can't,” she whispered back. She was scared to move, scared it would hurt more.
“Just relax and let your body feel everything,” he insisted, and one of his hands moved to her front, passing over her breasts and heading straight between her legs. She was still wet from the sex they'd had, so his fingers moved with ease. She took deep breaths and was shocked when she felt her body react. Felt warmth spread from his fingers to her nipples to her lips to every limb. When he started moving his hips against her, it wasn't exactly enjoyable, but it wasn't as painful as it had been, either.
“Touch yourself,” he said it again, this time as a command. She did as she was told, replacing his fingers with her own. His hands gripped onto her hips, holding her still while he slowly moved in and out.
“Oh my god, Liam,” she whispered.
“Told you so.”
It took some time to adjust to his size, it felt like he was splitting her in half at first. Every time he plunged back in, fresh tears filled her eyes. But after a while, her fingers were moving faster than his thrusts, and her panting was staving off an orgasm, not pain. Before she fully clued into what was happening to her body, he was fully fucking her, his hips thrusting hard and fast against her ass, and even more shocking, she was pushing back into him. Wanting it harder, wanting it faster. Wanting more, period.
“Oh god, I'm gonna come,” she cried out, something she'd never said during sex before, to anyone.
“Fuck, yes, me too. Come with me, Katya, please, baby, come again,” he begged.
This time, she really didn't hold back, crying out as her orgasm rocked her world. She had three of her own fingers inside herself and she held them still when she started shaking again. Then Liam's hips locked in tight against her and as she felt his hands on her back, he let out a long growl, coming and coming till she didn't think he could possibly have anything left to give her.
“Holy shit, what did we just do,” she gasped for air when she could finally talk. He laid down on top of her, forcing her flat against the bench again.
“Something amazing,” he replied, kissing along her shoulder blade. She managed to move her arm and she reached back, combing her fingers through his hair.
“Liam?”
“Yeah?”
“I'd like to reassess something.”
“What?”
“I think I'm more like a six – not black-out drunk yet, but beyond tipsy.”
He burst out laughing, then went back to kissing her skin.
“Don't tell me that, I want to believe it was my cunning sexual prowess that just gave you that monster orgasm,” he teased.
“It totally was, and if you get me something to drink, maybe you can show me some more of your 'prowess' before we go home.”
“I think I'm falling in love, angel cake. You are more fun than I ever would've thought possible.”
“See? Never judge a book by its cover.”
4
Katya woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright.
Where the fuck am I?
She winced at thinking such a bad word, and at the pounding headache that was raging between her ears.
She pressed a hand against her forehead and looked around. She was in an apartment, but it wasn't hers. This one was nice, with high ceilings and ornate crown molding. A glance over her shoulder showed her big bay windows and pale yellow wallpaper.
She was stretched out on a long white leather couch. She cringed as she looked down at herself. She had her bra on and her blouse, though it wasn't buttoned. She wasn't wearing her pants, and her panties were hooked around one ankle. Classy. She felt around her head and could tell that half her hair was still up in a bun, though it had gotten yanked around and was hanging askew off the side of her head. The rest of her hair was in a rats nest on the opposite side.
Jesus, how drunk did I get last night!?
She swung her legs off the couch so she could sit upright, and the soreness radiating out from her backside reminded her exactly what she'd gotten up to last night. All the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks. She'd gone out on a date. To a sex club. Where she'd had sex. Anal sex. With the club's owner. Liam Edenwieselhoff-whatever.
I don't even know his last name, and I must be in his apartment. Please, dear god, let this be his apartment.
Katya refused to think about anything. If she stopped to think, she'd literally die of embarrassment, and she didn't have time to die. A glance at a huge clock on the wall showed her it was eleven in the morning. She was two hours late for work.
She got to her feet and pushed away the rush of nausea that rolled over her. She hopped around, struggling to pull on her underwear. Once the satin was in place, she searched for her pants. She managed to track down her shoes and her purse, but the pants were simply gone. Shit, she didn't even remember coming to the apartment – how could she remember where her clothing was?
Oh god, oh god, did I come back here only half-clothed!? Did we take a cab? An Uber? Oh god, oh god, oh god.
“I can practically hear your thoughts, angel cake. Keep it down, I'm hungover as fuck.”
She'd been crawling around on her hands and knees, but at the sound of Liam's voice, she knelt upright. She hadn't realized it, but the whole apartment was like a giant studio, or a loft. There didn't seem to be any real walls, though there was tons of space. A huge platform bed sat on the other side of the room, and underneath a single flat sheet, Liam was completely stretched out on top of the mattress.
“I need to go,” she hissed, knee-walking over to the bed.
“Shouldn't that be my line?” he chuckled, not bothering to open his eyes. She lowered herself again and looked under the bed. Still no pants.
“It would be, if we were at my place. I'm beyond late for work. Shit, did we drink more? Shit, where are my pants,” she grumbled. Before she could move any farther, she felt his arm wrap around her waist from behind, yanking her till she was being dragged onto the bed.
“We drank lots more. Forget work, lets spoon,” he suggested, pulling her into his chest.
“No, I have responsibilities, I have to go to work,” she insisted, struggling with his arm.
“Fine. But I can't help you on the pants,” he sighed, letting her go. She turned so she was facing him.
“Did I come home naked?” she was almost yelling. He smiled at her, though his eyes were still closed.
“I tried to talk you into it, but alas, you insisted on getting dressed. We got honey all over your pants, I think they're soaking in my bathtub,” he explained.
“Honey!?”
“Yeah, don't you remember? God, you're an animal. The things you did with those cherries – I will never forget last night.”
“Oh god!” she groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, and she felt him curl around her. “Don't start that self-hate crap. Last night was amazing. Awesome and fun and all that shit. You were beautiful.”
“I was drunk.”
“But still beautiful. I had a great time, Katya. Thanks for going out with me.”
She couldn't help it, she had to smile at him. She didn't know Liam very well – at least in the bright light of day, she didn't – but she was quickly learning that feeling bad simply wasn't an option around him. She leaned back so she was resting on his side.
“It was pretty awesome. Thank you for showing me a good time.”
“You're very welcome. Now get out of here, I want to sleep through this hangover,” he said, slapping her on the side of her thigh.
“Can I borrow some shorts or something?” she asked, sliding off his bed.
“Wardrobe. Top drawer. All yours.”
Last night, she'd said his outfit made him look like a college drop out. Looking through his underwear, she lowered her estimation to frat boy. There were boxers with kiss prints, four leaf clovers, beer logos, a woman's face with her open mouth strategically placed, all sorts of goodies. She frowned and decided to move onto a different drawer. There, she found some basketball shorts. They went clear past her knees, but they would do. She knotted the draw string tight and tried not to think about how bad her walk of shame was about to look.
I've never even done a walk of shame before – but last night was totally worth it.
“Thanks, I'll make sure they get back to you,” she told him as she buttoned up her shirt, heading back to the bed where she'd left her purse and shoes.
“No worries. Take it easy today, you're gonna be sore for a while,” he warned her, and when she looked up, he finally had his eyes open. They were red rimmed and tired, but still so warm. Full of laughter.
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