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The music in the bar you’re sitting in reverberates in your ears, and you feel the pounding of the bass in your chest and limbs. You sit alone at the bar, two drinks down now as the bartender asks if you’d like another one.
You sigh, twirling your finger around the rim of your now empty glass, marked on the side with your lipstick. “Yeah, yes please.” You reply. “Uh, I’ll grab a… a shot, please. You choose, I’d like something sweet. Thank you.” The bartender raises his eyebrow, nodding at your request as he turns to make your concoction. The light from your phone illuminates your features as you go to check your messages for the seventh time this hour. It seems you’ve been stood up by your date. You sigh again, it’s more of an inconvenience than anything. You took the effort to dress up in your most flattering tight dress, doing your hair up and putting on light makeup. Men your age have mostly done nothing but disappoint you.
May as well make it a night for yourself. It had been a stressful week after all, a few more drinks would go down nicely before you head back home to your empty apartment. At least you felt good about how you looked, a few subtle glances from random men around the bar gave you a small boost of confidence. The warmth from the alcohol made you care a little less about the eyes on you. The bartender places a small shot glass in front of you. It’s filled with a pink liquid, and it sparkles under the bar lights. “It’s called a ‘wet pussy shot’” He says. You smirk at the silly sounding name before downing the drink. It’s sweet, and the warmth spreads across your chest. It’s satisfying. “Thanks for that.” You nod at the bartender, rolling the glass back to him.
As you grab your phone again to scroll aimlessly, you feel a warm presence close to your side. You glance up, seeing a broad, tall man with a neat beard and short, wavy locks. He smiles down at you, and as you look a little longer, you notice he has large eyebrows and big, sparkly brown eyes. He looks to be about twice your age, but god, he’s handsome as hell.
“Can I get you a drink?” He asks with a soft smile. He leans his elbow on the bench of the bar, remaining a respectable distance from you. You nod silently with a smile as you continue taking in his features. He has a gentle quality about him, in a way that makes you trust him more than any other random man offering to buy you a drink.
“What would you like?” He asks, taking a seat next to you. “Oh! I-I’m not too sure…” You trail off, trying your best to think as your mind seems to spin. “Maybe a cosmopolitan? That might be nice…”
He grins, nodding. “A cosmo it is, then.” The attractive stranger calls the bartender over and orders your cocktail and a beer for himself. Your eyes dart down to the bench that your hands rest on, and your cheeks feel flushed and hot. “My names Brian, by the way,” He breaks the silence, and you look back up to his warm eyes. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”
You shake your head. “Thank you so much for the drink, by the way.” Smiling back at him, you tell him your name.
“Wow, what a pretty name. Suits you.” Brian responds as he takes the drinks from the bartender, thanking him and telling him to put it on his tab. “What are you doing here all by yourself?”
“Oh.” You groan, accepting your drink from him and taking a sip. “It’s so embarrassing. I got stood up!” You chuckle. “It’s not that big of a deal, really.” He raises his eyebrows, surprised at your words. “Stood up?” Brian says in disbelief. “Who would stand such a gorgeous girl like you up?” You blush at his words, smiling and shrugging your shoulders as you take another sip. The extra alcohol is making your head spin and you feel more courageous. “What are you doing here?” You ask, subtly leaning closer to the older man sitting next to you. Under the dim bar lights you can see he looks even more handsome. His beard and hair has flecks of grey, and his big brown eyes sparkle as they flick to yours, smiling, and he absentmindedly spins a metal ring on his finger. He tells you he likes to come here by himself sometimes, especially after a stressful week. He tells you what he does for work, to which you lightly hit your hand on his arm, telling him you thought he looked familiar.
A couple of hours pass by as the two of you are deep in conversation.
“Would you like to come back to mine? You can meet my cats, if you’d like.” He laughs, and your eyes widen. “You’ve got cats?” You ask excitedly. “Yes! Let’s go!”
Brian calls an Uber and the conversation continues to flow. As the car pulls up to what must be his apartment complex, he steps out and opens your car door, and he offers you his hand as you step out. “Such a gentleman.” You tease, bumping your shoulder into his. “Well, you know. I’ve got a few years of experience.” He replies, smiling down at you, the creases under his eyes more prominent with his grin. He walks you to the front door while holding your hand before reaching into his jean pocket to fish out his keys. The alcohol in your system makes your skin buzz but you still feel sober enough to not wake up regretting anything you do tonight.
He opens the door to his apartment and switches on the lights, and you follow him in. The cats he spoke about run up to him, meowing, before noticing you and sniffing your warily. You gasp, kneeling down to pet them. Brian tells your their names, gushing about them and you listen intently while scratching their chins. The cats seemingly have enough of you, and they run back to continue their naps.
“Can I get you anything?” He asks. You take a seat on his sofa, looking around at his apartment. It’s nice and cozy. You shake your head as he takes a seat next to you, leaning his elbow on the back of the couch and resting his head in his hand. It’s silent as the two of you sit, gazing at each other. “You’re gorgeous. I’m so lucky you let me buy you a drink!” Brian giggles, and your cheeks flush red again. His eyes squint as he smiles. He is ridiculously attractive , you think to yourself. “I should thank you.” You say, leaning closer to him. “You’re really handsome. I’d say I’m the lucky one.” You smile and he shakes his head.
Brian begins to say something but you cut him off, crawling to him on the sofa and planting your soft lips on his. He doesn’t protest, and instead moves his hands to your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs there. You savour the kiss. He tastes like beer and he smells like cologne. His beard feels scratchy against your skin, but it only electrifies everything.
You pull away slightly. “Was that okay?” You ask. His eyes are heavy as he studies your features. His hand moves to your head as his fingers lace through your silky hair. Without saying a word, Brian kisses you again. It’s deep and your tongues meet, and you can’t help but groan into his mouth. Your own hands sit on his broad shoulders and your body rests against his.
The way Brian is kissing you is intoxicating. You’ve never felt this way with anyone else, no one else has made you melt so quickly like this. You shamelessly moan under his touch, making it obvious how much you’re enjoying it. You press your chest against his and subtly grind your hips down onto him. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, wanting him to touch you more and more. You pull away while grinding your hips, feeling his erection against your clothed crotch. You stare at him with a bitten lip, watching his reaction to your brazen actions. His eyebrows are furrowed together and his eyes gaze up and down your body, his hands following suit. His fingers lightly graze your curves, up to your chest before ghosting over your breasts, and he looks up to you. “Can I?” He asks. You nod. “Yes please.” You grab his wrists and move his hands to grab your breasts. They’re huge, and they completely cover your chest. He begins kneading at them while his other hand snakes down to your ass, and he holds you closer to him. “Oh my God… You’re incredible. You’re so sexy.” He groans in your ear. You feel yourself becoming wetter at his words, and your blood boils. “Please.” You beg. “Take your shirt off.” He obeys, and rips the fabric over his head. You sigh at the sight of his shirtless body. “I need you, Brian.” You whine as your eyes lock onto his. Almost as if a switch flipped in his mind, his hands grab your hips and he positions you to lay down on the sofa. You yelp, giggling as he attacks your neck with sloppy kisses and his hands grab every inch of your body.
As you lay with your back on the sofa, Brian leans back, not breaking eye contact with you. He flashes you a devilish grin, and he rips your panties off your hips and down your legs. He tosses the flimsy piece of fabric to the side. You can practically feel yourself dripping with arousal as the cool air hits your core. You reach up for his face, pulling him back down into a deep, passionate kiss. Brian’s hand sneaks to your centre, and you jerk at the sensation of his middle finger timidly running over your folds. He groans into your mouth at the feeling of your wetness. “Fuck,” he moans. “You’re soaked. Is that all for me, baby?” You nod your head feverishly, lifting your hips in a desperate attempt for him to touch you more. “I need to taste you. Bet you’re delicious.” He whispers into your neck, before his middle finger dips into your core, eliciting a long moan from your lips.
“More, Brian… Please,” you beg. His thick digit works in and out of your pussy. The wet, lewd sound of his finger fucking into you is enough to have you cover your face in embarrassment. Brian places his hand on your arm, gently pulling it down from your face and flashing you a grin. He slides his finger out, bringing it to his lips and sucking your wetness from it. A low moan rumbles in his throat and he leans down to your face, lips only inches from yours. “Fucking delicious.” Brian grabs your face, forcing your lips open and he takes your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. You whimper as your hips roll upwards into his, desperate for his touch. He continues kissing you, down your neck, tits, stomach and to your thighs. “Spread these.” He demands, running his fingertips down your inner thigh.
You obey, slowly separating your legs and lifting your tight dress above your hips, your lower half now completely bare and on display. He lowers himself on the couch, becoming eye level with your aching pussy. Brian’s big, puppy-dog eyes flick up to yours, and you nod in approval. “Please.”
Without breaking eye contact, his tongue glides up your folds, taking in your taste. You throw your head back and moans spill from your lips as he continues devouring you. Brian’s hands grip your thighs and he lifts your legs to rest above his shoulders. His beard scratches the soft skin of your inner thighs and it sends shivers through your body. You shudder as you feel his cold metal ring rest against your warm skin. His hands travel up underneath your dress, caressing the soft skin of your stomach and up to your boobs, massaging them and running his thumb across your nipples. Brian’s tongue glides along your pussy, savouring your taste like a man starved.
“Fuck, Brian…” you whine. It’s too much to bear. “Feels so fucking good…” You can feel his smile on your skin. He focuses his attention to your clit, rolling his tongue over it and revelling in the noises you made from his efforts. “Ohmygodohfuck- fuck, Brian, I’m gonna cum…” You moan, and your hands fly to his scalp, gripping his hair between your fingers. He continues his ministrations, languidly swirling his tongue over your clit. His eyes dart up to meet yours, and the sight is enough to tip you over the edge. Brian’s once tidy hair is now tousled and grey and black strands stick to his forehead. His cheeks are dusted pink and his big, brown eyes beg you to let go.
Your vision blurs and your head spins as your orgasm hits you. You feel winded and your heart feels as though it can burst out of your chest. Brian lifts his head up, and you groan as you see a string of your own arousal connecting from your core to his mouth. He licks his lips and flashes you a smile. “That was fucking amazing.” He says, taking a seat back on the couch while gently stroking your leg. “W-wait,” you protest, steadily sitting up from the sofa. “I-I want you to fuck me…” You crawl over to him, straddling his lap as you take his lips in another passionate kiss. He grins, arms wrapping behind you, cradling your body as he leans into the kiss. Brian slowly unzips the back of your dress, and you break the kiss to slither out of it. His hands snake up and down your sides as he takes the sight of your naked body in. Sighing, he shakes his head. “You’re absolutely gorgeous,” he says, thick New York accent prominent. “I need you so badly, baby. Can you feel it?” He palms himself through his jeans, and you watch in awe. You can feel just how hard he is, and your mouth waters at the thought of it. Your fingers hurriedly make work of his fly, desperate. Brian chuckles and slowly slides his pants down and off his legs, before easing himself out of his boxers. Your eyes widen at the sight of him. His cock twitches in anticipation, precum already leaking from the tip. Your hand wraps around the base and as you begin stroking him at a slow pace, he moans and his jaw goes slack. You bite your lip, continuing the action before you decide you can’t wait any longer.
You sit slightly upright on your knees, high enough to manoeuvre his cock between your folds, grinding on it and covering him in your slick. Brian exhales deeply at the feeling, and as the head of his member catches your clit, you can’t help but moan. His eyes are trained on yours, watching carefully as you roll your hips. Brian positions himself at your entrance and grabs your chin. “You ready, baby?” He asks. “Mhm.” You nod, and you slowly sink down on his length. Moans fall from yours and Brian’s lips, and your eyebrows furrow as you adjust to his size. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips and he takes your mouth, kissing you messily. You begin a brutally slow pace and you can’t stop the whines that fall from your mouth. Each time your hips meet his an electric shock runs through your body, raising the hairs on your arms and heating your cheeks. You break from the kiss and gaze at Brian’s face with a bitten lip. A part of you wonders how you ended up here, a bigger part of you doesn’t care. He smiles devilishly, and his eyes lock onto yours as his grip on your hips tighten, and he helps speed up the pace of your bouncing. He thrusts upwards into your core, causing you to cry out in pleasure and arch your back, letting him take the reins. “So fucking sexy baby,” His teeth latch onto the soft skin of your neck. “So sexy. All for me, hm?” You nod breathlessly. “Yes. A-all for you, B-Bri-“ Your words are cut off by an especially rough thrust, and you slump forward, your breasts pressed up against his chest and head buried in his neck. “Ah, ah-fuck!” You whine. Brian’s apartment is filled with the sounds of your pathetic moans and the wet, lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. His pace is impressively relentless, and he keeps his rhythm of fucking up into your pussy, groaning sweet praises into your ear.
In one swift and impressive move, Brian lifts your weak body, still inside you, and lays you down on his sofa to continue his thrusts in an even deeper angle. You yelp at the sudden change in movement, and the deep angle his cock is now hitting is enough to make you see stars. Brian rests his forehead against yours and grabs your face in his strong hand, forcing you to look in his eyes. His other hand is on your waist, steadying himself as he pummels into you. You can barely believe it, but with the way his cock is hitting every single sweet spot inside of you, you feel another orgasm approaching.
“F-faster, please, Brian, I’m gonna cum again…” You beg as your lips find his again.
“Fuck , baby- fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good- gonna make me cum s-soon,” Brian moans, and you admire the way his face looks as he loses control - sweat sits on his face and his mouth is slightly agape. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and the sight of him is more than enough to make you cum. Moans fall from your mouth and you scream his name as your pussy throbs around his cock, back arching up onto his chest.
“Ohh, fuck, fucking hell- gonna cum, baby…” The feeling of your core squeezing on his cock is too much for him, and Brian’s pace quickens, pounding into you at an unbearable pace, bordering on painful because of how sensitive you have become. “Please , cum inside me.” You beg, out of breath. Brian’s hips splutter into yours and unchaste moans spill from his mouth. He groans, low in his throat as he bottoms out, spilling ropes of his cum inside you. The warm and sticky feeling deep in your core is satisfying, and Brian takes your lips in another hungry kiss. His hips thrust slowly into you again, and the full feeling makes your eyes roll back and you bite your lip. He smiles down at you, watching your reaction. “You like this, huh?” He says breathlessly, thrusting into you again, and you feel his cum slowly dripping from your pussy. “I-I’m too sensitive, Brian… ‘s too much…” You whine, jaw slack. His pace slows and he dips down to kiss you, this time more tenderly. He carefully pulls out and you wince at the hot feeling of his cum dripping from you. The empty feeling in your core makes you whimper, desperate for him to fill you again. “You feeling okay, baby?” He asks, wrapping his large arms around your tired body and cradling you close to him. You hum in contentment against his skin, and your eyes flutter shut as his warm body envelopes you in a giant, naked bear hug.
You look up to his flushed face and he smiles down at you. “I wanna go again…” you murmur, and he chuckles. “Again? Baby, I can’t keep up with you…” He nuzzles into your temple, planting a soft kiss there. “How about we get some water and stay like this for a little while? Then I promise I’ll satisfy you again, hm?” You giggle and nod, that sounds perfect. Tonight couldn’t have gone any better for you.