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vampires on a night in Las Vegas.
I never thought that it would hit this hard"
Hit This Hard - Post Malone
Roman
I didn't even know this broad's name she was sucking my tip so hard. My head fell back while I firmly grabbed a fist full of her hair, making sure she wasn't going anywhere. She had one hand around me with the tightest grip I've felt all night. She was so fixated on the swollen tip, she wasn't taking me fully into her mouth. I grunted a little tugging on the wad of hair I had locked between my fingers.
She tightened her grip; I didn't even think it was possible to grip me anymore tighter than she already was. She slowly started stroking up and down, while sucking her inner cheeks in on me. She quickened her stroke and started a transition from going painfully slow, to rapid. I had one hand on the brick wall, and the other was tangled in her hair.
I tried to thrust myself into her mouth, but no, she stayed focused on the tip. I let out a heavy sigh, closing my eyes. Enjoying her hot, saturated tongue; that hot, saturated tongue was teasing the head my cock. Making me twitch to whichever way she licked.
She loosened her mouth's grip and started playfully circling the head dramatically slow. My dick was still in her hands, pulsating, wanting to cum already. She's toying with me, strangely I don't mind at all. I'll get what I want soon if she keeps this up.
Her mouth popped off and made the pop sound. My eyes finally met her gaze, she was looking up at me with brown, lust-filled eyes, as if she was done.
"Oh, no no no." I scoffed at her attempt of even contemplating on stopping before I finished.
I grabbed her head and with both of my hands and shoved myself in her mouth, until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged loudly and I pulled myself all the way back out and right back in again. She gagged with every thrust that hit her uvula, she was going to take every inch she made happen. Whether she wanted too or not. She wasn't fighting me at all, I quickened up my pace, pounding into the back of her throat.
"Look at me." I gritted through my teeth, trying to not to cum.
"I said look at me!"
She immediately looked up at me, and I seen her mascara tears running down her face. I slowed down, I wanted to watch myself disappear in her mouth. I pulled myself all the way out, she had drool and precum on the sides of her swollen, fucked lips. I put my hand under her chin tilting her face up towards me so I could see her properly. She was absolutely stunning, her sun-kissed skin, her curvaceous figure kneeling on this alleyway street.
I smirked and slowly parted her lips with my dick, watching her mouth form around me. Watching her engulf every inch, I felt the back of her throat, I held myself there looking straight into her eyes. I waited till I seen the tears trickle down taking the mascara with it. That's exactly what I needed to see to unleash myself. I started fucking her mouth savagely. This has just been an on going tease, I needed to release.
"I-I'm gonna. . .I'm cumming!"
My fingers tightened in her knotted hair, my ass cheeks clenched, I groaned while I shot my load in her mouth and she gulped it down with no hesitation.
Impressive.
Dahlia Rei
My phone has been buzzing in my bra the whole time, it was only making me hornier vibrating close by my nipple. He tasted salty, and so sweet, he wasn't bitter at all. Sky was unbearably salty and I could hardly take him down. That hot sensation of pent up frustration I caused this man ran down my throat. My mouth felt tingly, I knew my makeup was completely ruined. I started to get up and he extended his hand pulling me up.
I stumbled and got my composure, the thrill of what just happened. I never experienced a sexual experience like this before, it was mind blowing! It was exhilarating, I was breathing so hard with a huge smile on my face.
"You good?"
He cocked his eyebrow at me while zipping up his pants and adjusting himself. I wiped his stains from the sides of my mouth off and licked them off my finger.
"You're a fucking tool, you know that?"
He was smiling from ear to ear, coming closer to me cupping my face in his hands gently pressing his lips against mine. This kiss was different, it was nothing like our make out session awhile ago. It wasn't violent, it wasn't abrasive, it wasn't quick. . .it was gentle. It was . . .cute. .
I shoved him away laughing.
"Yeah, don't kiss me again like that."
"Oh, so there's going to be a next time, eh?"
He smirked licking his lips. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe, maybe not."
I crossed my arms with a smug look on my face, testing him. I don't know what came over me, I felt completely different. I had confidence beaming off, ecstasy radiating from me, and he sensed it. He relaxed his body, and pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit one up.
"Roman."
He said around his lips wrapped around the cig.
"Huh?"
Definitely caught me off guard.
"The name, it's Roman. I figured you earned the right to know my name."
I earned the right, dear god one of those, huh. I pulled my hair around my shoulders so it fell down over my cleavage.
"I'm Dahlia. I have to say, it was a pleasure meeting you."
My voice was drenched in playful sarcasm.
"The pleasure is all mine."
He hissed sexily, stepping closer.
"So, do you always greet strangers this way?"
Do you always greet strangers this way? No, I don't you were definitely first time, but I'm not going to say it aloud. He doesn't need that satisfaction, his ego doesn't need to be stroked. Shit, nothing should need to be stroked after our encounter.
"Do you always get a neck load of hickeys everywhere you go?"
I gulped, I knew exactly what the answer was. Of course he did, why wouldn't he? You can tell he's the kind of man women want. This is the kind of man a woman wants to dominate her, to take her, challenge her. He snickered and rubbed the back of his neck, contemplating how to answer.
"Most the time."
Inhaling the last of his cig, he threw it on the ground and rubbed it in to the cement.
"How about we go back in? Did you come here with anyone?"
"Shit!"
I turned around making my way back to the door running right in to find Britt and Leah. I scanned the club, pushing my way through all the sweaty bodies. I was calling out their names, but no response, I doubt they could hear me anyway. I started ringing their phones, hoping one of them picks up. The phone stopped ringing and I heard a disgruntled sigh.
"Fuck!!"
"Britt??? Hello??"
"Leah, fuck!"
The phone hit the ground and I heard Britt shuffle to get it back up to her ear.
"Hello!?? D??"
"Oh thank god! Where are you two!?"
I heard violent dry heaving in the background, and I already knew where they were.
"Oh for fuck sake, Leah! You got it on my toes!"
Leah mumbled sorry and let out another dry heave.
"Ugh, dammit! We're in this tiny ass bathroom, after you left we made our way to the bar looking for you. A few guys that we danced with kept supplying us with drinks, and Leah decided she would slam them down continuously. Forgetting the fact she has a limit like everyone else."
"I'm coming. Just hold on."
I hung up and made my way to the restroom, the line was ridiculously long. So many women lined up for the bathroom so I did what I needed to do, I put my hand over my mouth running towards the door gagging. The girls screamed and dodged out of my way, so you can say it worked well. I slammed the door open and knocked on each stall until Brittni opened the door. Leah was hovering over the toilet, pretty much hugging it. Brittni looked so frustrated, her dress strap was hanging off her shoulder, her lipstick was smudged, one of her eyelashes were falling off.
"Rough time?"
I started giggling at the fact of Brittni taking care of someone. She definitely doesn't have a nurturing trait.
"You have no fucking idea! Forget about my horrible evening, where the hell did you go?! You were gone forever!"
I blushed immediately remembered what took played prior seeing them again. I bit the inside of my cheek not knowing what to say.
"Guy's, I just wanna go home now. . .can you call an Uber."
Poor Leah, her voice echoed in the toilet.
"I got you, girl."
While calling an Uber, Britt was persistent in figuring out where I was.
"What were you doing besides not helping me with this hot mess?"
She leaned against the stall, letting her head fall back shutting her eyes.
"I just ended up drinking a few drinks, some guy came over we kissed a bit, and went outside for some fresh air."
I didn't really wanna go into every detail with her right now. I was still processing it all, replaying every scene in my head.
"Sounds fun. We were having a nice time until she couldn't hold her liquor."
Britt glared down at Leah who passed out hanging onto the toilet.
"You're helping me drag her ass to the Uber."
Fuck.
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A month has passed by no Roman, no random sexual encounter. We've been living in the bars and clubs every weekend. It didn't matter as long as there was alcohol involved. I've been coming to work with bags under my eyes due to lack of sleep. Partying from Friday night to Monday morning and leaving straight for work. A few of my coworkers have asked if I was alright, my new personal assistant River Wells, has been all over me lately. Seeing how roughed up I am every week, my alcohol stained breath. He's been concerned, he's been taking care of anything I've forgotten to do. Or simply bringing me lunch, or breath mints, or some bread to help the hangovers.
I heard a knock on my door and seen Riv stride in with two coffees from Starbucks. I could smell my hot Carmel Macchiato.
"Here ya' go, Dahlia! One Carmel Macchiato coming right up." He beamed while sitting my cup on my desk.
"Awhhh! Thank you so much, Riv!"
"I was thinking about the up coming design project, and I have some ideas that I think you'd like to hear."
He shyly smiled, showing off his cute dimples. I never noticed how cute Riv actually was. He's quiet, reserved, dorky and ridiculously shy. He had big hipster glasses on that sat evenly on his bridge. His figure wasn't too built, he was tall and lean. He looked amazing in his long sleeve button down shirt, that was always tucked properly in his pants. His jawline wasn't defined but he still had a cute face. Pink, pouting lips, no facial hair whatsoever, he was always clean shaved. He always had his apple watch on his left wrist, and his sleeves rolled up half way his arm. He had a little definition in his arms but not too much, he always used Ralph Lauren Cologne it would hit your nose as soon as he entered any office room. I'd always take a deep breath of it when it came in my office.
His hair was always geld up, not a strand out of place. His tie was neatly done, no lint on any of his clothes, slick black pants, long legs, a toned ass that fit his slacks perfectly. I studied his lips, he was biting the left side nervously as I met his gaze.
". .Dahlia?"
I was totally checking this fool out, oh god. Did he know? Could he tell? How embarrassing!
"Uh, yeah! What were you saying again?"
I shuffled my papers around on my desk, and took a big drink of my coffee.
He let out a shy laugh and cleared his throat, adjusting his tie.
"The Design Project, I have ideas on what we can work with if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all, Riv. I'm always down to hear your ideas. Come sit by me and we'll go over them."
He cautiously pulled up a chair next to me and sat down his breathing was a little shaky. I could tell he was nervous, I watched him gulp hard before he started presenting his ideas to me.
River
I've been working with Dahlia for the last three in a half years, I just got promoted to be her personal assistant recently. She's never batted an eye at me. At first I always tried winning her over with my chivalrous ways, pulling out her chair before she sat in meetings, getting her coffee, straightening out her desk. I always organized everything for her even thought she told me she didn't mind doing it herself.
Today I didn't expect her to check me out, I've been trying to get her attention for years now. I knew she was in a relationship for awhile and I respected that but I did want her attention. I did want her to open up to me, and see me as a friend. Did I want more? Of course, but I wasn't going to over step my boundaries with her.
Seeing her check me out had to be the most nerve-wracking thing I've experienced. Did she like what she seen? Did she like my cologne? Did she like the color of my tie? Did I have some left over lunch hanging in my teeth? I mean what could she possibly be checking me out for.
I patiently watched her look me up and down, taking me in. She started to breathe heavily and she brought her fingers up to her chin studying every structure.
I finally called out her name, to get me out of this situation. Luckily she came through, licking her lips and awkwardly grabbing papers and placing them back down in all the wrong orders than I had them. I laughed and reminded her of my ideas for our project and she told me to sit.
Sitting next to her was a tease, I occasionally looked down under the table to her thick thighs, her end of her skirt ended in the middle of her upper, tanned thighs. I felt bad for even looking but I couldn't help it, I've always been attracted to her. I swallowed hard and brought my eyes back up to our work, explaining and going over our design process.
The tension in the room eased up, and we started laughing, making jokes, she was being really silly and adorable. When she giggled she would place her hand on my upper thigh, lightly digging her nails into me. I felt so guilty for thinking of these things about her, I felt bad. This isn't how I was raised, I don't want to be like any other male. I don't look at woman as if they were some object, or a piece of meat. I shouldn't be looking at her with such desires, I took a deep breath and loosened my tie. It was getting hard for me to focus and think with all these fantasies clouding my mind.
I cleared my throat shifting in the chair, straightening my back up.
"Alright I was thinking for the logo we could go with something a little simple, we don't want it to be too profound."
"You're right, too many colors and patterns just seems tacky, I'll work on somethings this week and see how they'd go according to this project."
She scooted herself back up in her chair, while arching her back a little. She tilted her head away from me, exposing her soft, delicate neck to me. The sunlight coming through the office window hit her neck. Her skin looked so smooth, I just wanted to press my lips against her neck so badly, and suck her passionately.
The worst thing that could happen right now is happening. I'm finally getting aroused and being in this work pants are not making it any less noticeable. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat trying to not let her see what was going on in my pants.
Dahlia Rei
The next few weeks Riv has been showing up in my office and we've been planning out logo designs and pamphlets. His company was actually pleasant, he was funny, he started opening up more to me. So I decided this Friday Night I'd invite him out with Britt and Leah.
"Do NOT throw yourselves at him!"
I said gaining my balance after stumbling around getting into my little, white dress.
"Is he yours?" Britt cocked her eyebrow at me, straightening a strand of her hair.
"He's my coworker, and coworker only. I just don't want to scare him off."
"Is he hot?"
Leah dropped her fake eyelash in the sink.
"Dammit!"
Britt and I started cracking up laughing, she definitely isn't going to be drinking that much this time.
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We arrived at a bar first to get a buzz first, we all ordered our drinks waiting for Riv to show up. I texted Riv if he was here yet, it was almost time to head to our next destination. I heard the door of the bar creak open and all six of our eyes fixated on the entrance.
My jaw dropped, this is how Riv looked casually? I knew he had hipster glasses for work but I didn't think that style would carry out this extreme outside of work. His loose, denim, washed out shirt. He had a grey beanie, his hair was finally messy. Didn't think he could be messy, he's a neat freak. He held a camera in his hand coming strolling up to us.
"Wow. . ."
Britt was ogling him down, he blushed and smiled a bit, I gathered my thoughts and finally introduced them.
"Guys this is my coworker, also my personal assistant, River."
"Do you make rivers happen between a girls legs?"
Brittni winked at him, slamming down her shot glass in one go. His eyes widen and his cheeks turned red, I watched him swallow hard again.
"Uh. . .hahaa"
"Excuse Brittni, she's always ready to pounce on anything with a dick. My name is Leah, nice to meet you. Dahlia tells us we'll all be getting our clubbing on tonight."
I nodded and sat my glass down. It wouldn't be Britt if she didn't flirt with anyone with a cock. I rolled my eyes.
"Everyone ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." Brittni huffed and started walking past us, Leah followed her.
"After you."
Riv whispered to me and I walked in front of him, brushing my arm up against him. I already know for a fact I turn into a different person when I start drinking. I heard him suck in a breath, it made me smile. So I did have an effect on him, good. The whole time we were walking to the club I felt his eyes flicker to me, checking me out, watching my hips sway. Tonight will be rather interesting.
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The dance floor - everyone's escape from reality; Our minds shut off and start flowing to the rhythm, no one is paying attention if someone looks silly, or if someone is off beat. Were all in some sort of trance. Not caring about anything at that given moment, letting the music taking control.
Leah and Britt had poor Riv sandwiched between them, he didn't mind though. He didn't look uncomfortable either, maybe he isn't as uptight as I think he is. He was grinding against Britt's ass, his hands were exploring her body. Leah was dancing behind him running her hands through his hair. I was off to his side not rubbing my body on him, he pulled away from Britt and got his camera out turning it on. He came in front of me kneeling down, while my hips were swinging to the beat. My hands caressed my own body, I ran my fingers through my hair grinning while Riv was trying to get the perfect shot of me being caught up in the moment.
He snapped it.
"You're so beautiful. . ."
He walked closer to me, pushing some of my hair out of my face. I stared at him shyly, biting down on my lip. I turned around my back now facing him, I started grinding up against him. I heard him groan, I giggled putting my arms above my head locking them around his neck.
"Dahlia. . ."
I felt him him grow against my ass through his tight, black pants. It feels so wonderful having that power, something about getting guys rock hard is such a turn on. His grip around my waist became more firm and he started pulling me closer against him. I felt his mouth get closer to my ear, and his cool, mint breath whispered.
"Dahlia, I'd love to continue this but-"
"But?"
I turned around immediately, why the fuck is there a but? I furrowed my brows at him and crossed my arms.
"I'm not that kind of guy."
"You were that kind of guy with my friends just moments ago, but when it comes to me it has to stop?"
He sighed shaking his head.
"I wasn't getting this turned on with them as I am with you. ."
My face relaxed, I took a deep breath and he stepped closer to me wrapping both his arms around my waist.
"I actually like you Dahlia."
A wave of mixed emotions hit me, I didn't know whether to be flattered or alarmed. I was in no way ready for a relationship. I gulped hard feeling uncomfortable, how long has he felt that way? I pushed him away gently and gave us both some distance.
"Oh. . .man not like that! I wasn't insinuating anything. I just. ."
His cheeks started to turn red.
"I know you aren't looking for a relationship, and I respect that but I didn't feel right you seeing. . . . feeling me like that."
I titled my head at him and grabbed his hard on through his jeans. He gasped and tensed up immediately, I whispered in his ear.
"You mean. . .you didn't want me to feel this?"
I squeezed him and he took in a sharp breath, now panting.
"I know all about this, do you think I didn't see you get hard in my office? When you were checking me out?" I giggled quietly in his ear.
"I'll be right back!"
I hastily walked away leaving him in complete shock. Don't think he was expecting that at all, I think he might be completely mortified.
I walked over to the bar and ordered a cocktail, the bartender quickly slid my drink down to me and I lifted my glass to him. I went and walked around a bit scanning the place, I found a booth that was occupied with a bunch of people. While scooting in I seen a girl sitting on the table, moving her hips in a circular motion. I crossed my legs, while sipping on my drink, just observing.
She was panting, rolling her head back. I just can't believe what actually happens in the backs and corners of these fucking clubs. I tilted my head while leaning to my right side to see who the daring person was who didn't give two fucks about PDA boundaries.
The strobe lights started to flick around the corners of the club, the music was covering up this girl's moans. I kept gawking at what was taking place until I saw a face slowly emerge from between her legs. I was completely appalled by who it was. His smirk glistened in the strobe lights, his lips were coated in her wet stains.
I swallowed hard not knowing what to say in this situation, I was amused and somewhat turned on by it. Knowing someone would just fully take you no matter who's around or not was sexy as fuck. He stared me in my eyes, finger fucking the girl in front of his face. His eyes were dilated, I knew he was high. She was yelping in pleasure, running her fingers in his already messy hair.
"H-harder!"
She groaned, demanding him to go faster. I looked down blushing, this was traumatizing. Thinking back to how long it's been since I've gotten pleased like that. I felt the ache. That pulsating, frustrating, ache inside me. I felt the heat forming between my legs, I looked back at him and he removed his fingers from her and started sucking them off, grinning like a mad man. His eyes were inviting me over to him. He playfully grazed his incisors over his fingers one by one. He immediately had my panties soaked, it took no time.
"So, we meet again." He murmured against his drenched fingers, his expiated pupils were fixated on me, smirking at my amusement.
Oh no.
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