Another Night Out
Her mouth was perfect. Just enough pressure from her lips. Just enough suction as her cheeks hollowed. Just enough of her tongue rolling up and down my shaft as my cock throbbed and got pushed to its limits. My head rolled back as I tried to block out the reality that she had her pants around her ankles and her knees in the dirt of the back alley behind the bar. This had started with her bent over, one hand pressed into her lower back and the other steadying her hip so I could fuck her hard enough to make her forget her own name. I fucken forgot a condom though and, even as drunk as I was, I wasn’t about to risk cumming inside her and getting that dreaded call in three weeks. So, that’s how I got here. My cock buried in her sweet mouth ready to let it all go down her throat. I opened my eyes just in time to see her big brown eyes looking up at me, drool collecting in the corner of her mouth, needy and begging. Those eyes had just enough menace in them to somehow get me even harder.
This girl. I knew she was my kryptonite. The best and worst thing that could have come into my life and grabbed me by the balls, in every sense of the word. She was toxic. She was poison. She was fucken irresistible.
She moaned. The vibration ran through me like lightning and pushed me off my edge. I growled as I let go and felt her throat contract around me as she swallowed. What a good girl. She used to spit but I liked this better.
I gave myself just a few seconds to enjoy the bliss of my ride. I let the relaxation wash over me for just a few seconds, knowing that she wouldn't notice or particularly care. She had gotten her prize. She felt accomplished. I was just a means to her feeling powerful and in control. Somehow, she would make her sucking my cock in a back alley about her ego. I tried not to get lost in that thought and held on to how good it felt to get off in her. She giggled with self-pride as I tucked my spent cock back into my pants and zipped up.
Grabbing her arms, I helped her stand and grinned as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She’s a fucken mess but I just can’t stay away. “Ready to go back inside, princess?” She reached down to wiggle back into her jeans and zipped them up. Her words were sloppy, “I think I’ve earned another drink.” And then, that smile. The one that reminded me that there was still something innocent in her soul, something not fully corrupted by the world she existed in. The one that made me want to find that version of her in the middle of all her rubble and bring her back.
We headed back inside the bar. This was our local. The place that we always went, where everyone knew her and wanted her in on their party, the origin of every fucked up story I have from the last year of my life. It always started here and ended up lord knows where. She was the life of the party. I was her trusty side kick and body guard.
She disappeared into the crowd and I headed to the bar. I always needed a drink after I got off - it seemed to support the whole experience. I sipped on my bourbon on the rocks as I scanned the dance floor for her shaking ass. Apparently she had already moved on, I couldn’t spot her anywhere. Until, my eye caught the back of her hair as she slipped into the bathroom with a couple of others in front of her. The door closed behind them. Shit. This is going to be a problem. She is going to become a real problem soon. But, I’m used to it. Is what it is. The head was worth the price of admission.
My eyes stayed on that bathroom door until it opened and she came out of it. I didn’t like the amount of drugs she did but damn did she look sexy with that grin on her face and that glazed look in her eyes. She flashed that smile I had seen in the alley as she wiped the white powder from her nose. I know that sweet girl is in there somewhere. For now, my role was just to be on standby.
My mood grew worse as I stood alone at the bar and tried to keep eyes on her. She hadn’t checked in with me for over an hour. When she needed me, I couldn’t take a breath without her sharing it. She practically tried to crawl in my skin with me. But, when she was in this head space, I was an accessory she left at the bar to be kept somewhere she could find it when she was ready to leave.
She must have sensed my displeased glare. Her eyes locked mine from across the room and a knowing, longing look crossed her upturned mouth. That mouth could do so much. It could make my lips twitch with the desire to kiss her that could not be denied. It could make my cock twitch at the thought of being buried inside it with my hand on the back of her head. It could make me crazy with the venom that it spewed when she was angry or hurt. One orifice. So many talents.
