(Just to avoid any confusion, this takes place before “The 1975” and “The City”. Enjoy! xx)
The room was sweaty and loud. I pushed through the crowd making my way to the swarming bar. After ordering a gin and tonic, I turned to lean against the slab of marble. It was a mildly popular club on the outskirts of Cheshire. There was a shitty band playing in the corner and a flock of slutty dressed bimbos grinding on dirty, old pervs with wondering eyes.
Once I had my fill of people watching, I trekked towards the line of open doors guarded by intimidating bouncers while continuously nudging down my tight ass dress. I was in dire need of a fag. I find a clear space in the alleyway next to the packed line of club goers and leaned on the dingy brick wall.
I was only half way through with my cigarette when I heard a slurred yell followed by a grunt of annoyance. Thinking it was a comical drunk trying to get a pass, I rounded the corner.
“Oi! Take it somewhere else! No druggies allowed,” the guard ordered with a roll of his eyes. The tall, lanky boy currently swaying in front of him snorted.
“Don’t ac’ like there’s not a buncha blokes doin’ lines in the loo.”
This oddly attractive male had the voice of God. I nearly creamed my knickers right there.
The guard let out a sarcastic sound. “Get out of here junky.”
“Frankie, it’s alright. He’s with me.” I walk up to the clearly intoxicated lad with the sex-like voice and loop my arm through his. He looks at me with a bewildered expression but plays it cool.
“Yeah,” he weakly replies and Frankie just huffs good-naturedly and let’s us in.
We don’t utter a single sound until we make our way to the back of the room where there’s a wall of secluded booths. Sliding in the seat he let’s out a breath of relief.
“Caitie,” I say with an amused smile.
“What?” he says worriedly.
“You are so obviously baked but it’s kinda charming.”
He lazily grins at me with a disbelieving gleam in his eye. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh yeah, sure,” I let out a laugh that makes him smile wider.
“I guess I should say cheers then, yeah?”
“No worries,” I smile back and stir my straw with my tongue. He glances down at my mouth and swallows visibly.
“So, Caitie, do you have a–”
I cut him off quickly, “Nah.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a spliff.
“May I?” he asks sweetly.
I lean forward after he lights it and brush his leg.
“Only if you share,” I whisper hotly and he turns his body more my way.
We’re stumbling down the sidewalk a mess of giggles, sweat, and alcohol. I pull him closer as I wipe away the blood on his chin. “Can’t believe he cut you with a fucking bottle,” I laugh as he winces in amused pain. He tilts his head back to stop the blood spilling from his nose.
“Was a right asshole,” Matty states while swinging an arm around my waist.
All at once the air shifts to one of lust and need. We make eye contact and let the silence unravel.
“Um, d-do you have a place?” I question him while trying to portray my intentions.
“Don’t laugh but I’m actually sleeping in my car at the moment.”
“That’s fine. Do you mind if I come?”
His answer is a smile and a squeeze of his hand on my hip as we continue down the dark lonely road.
When we make it to his blacked out Range Rover I nearly faint.
“Wasn’t expecting this,” I mumble with wide eyes.
Matty laughs and opens the back door.
“I’m kind of in a band. We do well.”
“Oh,” is my lame response.
We both climb in and get comfortable.
“So this band…” I try to make easy conversation so I don’t look like a sex-crazed feign.
“We’re called The 1975,” he replies.
“Nice,” I pause, “You play?”
“A little guitar but mostly vocals,” he says while lighting up another joint and taking a hit.
I hum an acknowledgement and he hands it to me. After taking a puff I glance at Matty attempting to express my need.
I’d been staring ahead for awhile when I felt his eyes burning into my skin. When I turn my head toward him I’m met with the softness of his lips and the taste of smoke and mint. I let out a sound of surprise and try to fight back a smile.
When he pulls back the tiniest bit, I breathe out a “finally”.
He smirks back and eyes my lips again.
I lunge forward to straddle his hips in the spacious backseat of his extravagant vehicle while kissing him deep and hard. His hands grip my waist with the need I’ve been feeling since I first saw him.
I don’t even try to stop my hips from grinding down on to his own. It’s like a natural instinct to try and please him. His animalistic growl shows me I’m succeeding.
As quickly as possible, my leather jacket is peeled off along with his hipster floral button down. The sight of his chest and hip tattoo sends my hips into another fit of dips and swirls that leave us both breathless.
When he pushes up the bottom hem of my dress I can’t even process the sounds leaving my mouth. I lift up onto my knees, quick to get back to his warmth, and unbutton his tight black jeans. While I’m up he gets my dress the rest of the way off. I sigh into his mouth when I push back down. I can feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs and know that just one touch from Matty will leave me moaning incoherently.
His tongue parts from mine only to trace down my jaw and throat to my protruding collarbones. While he sucks a welcomed mark on my skin I force his jeans and pants down wasting no time.
When I glance down to his hardened member I can’t help but let out a incredulous chuckle.
“Of course you have a beautiful cock,” I say while grasping it in my hand and squeezing.
His heads nice and pink, glistening with want. His impressive size isn’t what takes my breath away, it’s the perfect pulsing vein that wraps around the base ending below his picturesque tip. My mouth waters involuntarily.
He has no time to respond before I scoot back, drop to my knees in the foot space, and take his needy head into my waiting mouth.
If I could replay the sound that left his mouth in my mind all day; everyday, I would never again know unhappiness.
I suck like my life depends on it while pumping and twisting my other hands fast and hard. I take and take until my nose is brushing the dark hair at the base of his manhood. I moan when his taste fills my senses and know he enjoys the vibrations it causes when his hand come up to grip my hair and he pushes his hips down into the seat.
“Fuck,” he breathes out heavily while thrusting up to hit the back of my throat. I’ve never enjoyed giving head so much in my whole life.
When I feel him start to tense, I release him with a loud pop and wipe my mouth.
“Okay,” he says more to himself while laying me down on the seat and I let out a little giggle.
It’s cut short when he immediately buries his face between my legs and inhales.
“Oh God…” we exhale at the same time and when I look down questioningly, he says, “You smell fucking amazing.”
I blush and laugh in the same breath while he slips my panties off and dives back in.
When his teeth nip at my clit I buck my hips and grab his hair in a vice. He moans at the feel of my hand tugging on his locks and looks up at me. while burying his tongue as deep as it can go.
“Shit,” I drag out as my first climax of the night crashes down on me. I shake my head fast and pull him up to me. “Can’t, can’t please.”
He hums while gripping himself and nudging my entrance. He runs his tip up and down from my clit to my opening and I shudder while releasing an embarrassing squeak.
Matty just smiles sweetly at me like he’s not about to fuck my brains out.
Then he’s pushing forward at a pace that has me arching and gripping his shoulder blades like I’ll float away if I don’t. When he’s to the hilt he settles for a moment and a ravish in the weight on him. He pulls out almost all the way only to thrust back a tad faster.
With my ankles crossed around his ass, I dig my heel into his supple bum. He chuckles and grinds down faster so his pubic bone brushes my clit with every plunge.
“God, Caitie, wha- fuck,” he breathes out when I clench on instinct. I’m sweating and cursing and then I’m cupping the back of his neck to bring his heavenly mouth back to mine.
The balloon growing and filling deep in my lower stomach is shaking with it’s need to release and I don’t even see it coming when i quite literally drench him in my release.
All is still for a moment as I try catching my breath and my eyes are closed tightly until I hear a groan from above me that has me clenching unwillingly. I peel open my eyes to find Matty staring down where we’re still joined with a look of…adoration?
“I’m so sorr-” he cuts me off with a hard kiss that presses my head into the- now drenched in sweat- car seat.
“That was so fuckin’ hot, I might come twice,” Matty speaks into my mouth.
I don’t think my face could get any redder. I try and hide my smile by harshly biting my lip but all that does is dilate his eyes even more to where they look almost completely black. He growls as he starts thrusting wildly but in a rhythm that makes my heart beat faster. I lose my voice as a silent scream rips through my chest and up my throat. When his hips become frenzied and lose their tempo I grind upwards in a desperate attempt to make this the best orgasm he’s ever had.
He looks down at me, eyes wild and brewing a fire that only I can seem to put out. I bring his earlobe into my mouth, tracing it with my tongue, as he grunts and groans into mine. I can feel him pulsing and throbbing while I lose it one more.
He leaves a trail of his arousal from my clit to just below my belly button while we both regulate our breathing.
I turn my head towards the front of the car and see the time reads 2:04am. Just as I go to say something to Matty, he lurches for the door handle, retching violently. I hurry to sooth his hair back and comfort him while trying to hold down my own vomit from the smell.
After his stomach is empty he shuts the door and breathes out a groan.
“Well then…” he rasps out.
I try to conceal my giggle but it escapes anyway.
He smiles back and lets out his own amused laugh.
…
The dash lights up with the time 4:36am and I’m staring at her.
She’s telling me a story about when she was 13 and her brother came running in with his head split open and she thought it was the funniest thing.
“To this day he calls me the Devil child,” she laughs out.
I can’t help but get lost in her grayish blue eyes that make me feel like I’m worth something. I’ve known this girl for, what? 6 hours? How can I feel like I’ve known her my whole life?
In the middle of her sentence I kiss her lips softly. She freezes for a moment then melts into me.
“‘M tired but don’t wanna sleep,” I say once I’ve pulled away enough to speak but not enough that I can’t still feel her breath on my face.
“Wanna talk with you,” I mumble only a little bit embarrassed.
“You can’t talk with me in the morning?” she questions.
She pauses a moment to watch for my sincerity.
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