"Why're you making me go to this party with you again?" you scoffed as you stood in front of your mirror, running your hands along the frame of your body, smoothing out any wrinkles visible on your black body-con dress that enhanced every curve you had. "Well... considering the fact that you haven't left your house in almost three weeks since you and Jared broke up could be a good indicator... " your friend snapped back sarcastically from the bathroom as she rolled another strand of hair into the curling iron. "Three weeks? I think you're over exaggerating!" You walked over to your closet, removing a shawl from the hanger and draping it around your body. Heels clanked against the hardwood floor of your room, you felt a quick rush of cold air as your friend jerked away the shawl you had hiding your body. "I'm not letting you wear that tonight. You're gonna go to this party and you're gonna have fun. You're going to flirt and dance and drink and loosen up!" Before you can retort, your friend grabs you tightly by the wrist and pulls you close behind her, dashing out the door to the apartment you both share together.
After almost 20 minutes of lecturing about how you need to "have fun" and "loosen up", you've finally made it to your destination. It was a small building, dull grey on the outside with the brick stained and the sidewalk leading to the entrance, cracked. You could hear the faint thump and sound of the music blaring inside, lights flickered underneath the door. You friend pushes the door open, a man is standing on the inside checking ID's and assigning wristbands. The atmosphere was hot and muggy, fog machines made visibility hard but you could see dozens of faint silhouettes dancing, grinding upon each other. The smell of alcohol was enough to make your eyes water. You weren't the party type, you found your entertainment in a good book or an old record. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust, "Y/F/N?" Not being able to hear your own voice, you look in all directions of you, your friend no where to be found. You stand on your tip toes to find her with her arms wrapped around a random guys neck on the dance floor. "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" you mumbled annoyed under your breath.
Not having the keys to the car or reception service, you spot the bar to the left and make your way to it, pushing past the crowd of people. Every bar stool was filled, leaving you no where to sit. You figured if you couldn't leave on your own, you would take your friends advice and try to loosen up because you knew you would be here a while. "Give me the strongest thing you've got..." you sigh to the bartender. While you were waiting, multiple men would pinch or slap your ass. You grew more annoyed by the second, becoming increasingly impatient. Waiting outside the party with a glass of vodka didn't seem like a bad idea after all. Once the bartender handed you your drink, you turned around in a rush to the exit. You bumped into someone, spilling your drink all over your dress, every last drop. You couldn't make out anything about him, just the frame of his body. "Fuck! Oh god, I'm so sorry!" you heard him yell over the music.
You ignore him and continue to push through the crowd of people, anger boiling inside you. You make your way to the exit and push the door open with as much force as you could. The parking lot was dark and silent, you felt a sense of calmness almost immediately. You heard the door to the party open again and turn around to see a tall, slender boy with brown hair approaching you. "Hey, I'm really sorry about making you spill your drink on your dress." He had a glass in his hand. "I even bought you a new drink, it's on me." As you he got closer you could see his chocolate eyes, the cute moles that dotted his face, his lips full and pink. He was one of the most beautiful boys you had ever seen. "Oh, thank you. You didn't have to buy me another drink and don't worry about the dress... it's not mine anyways." you take the drink from his hand and gulp it down without ever stopping. "Hard night?" he smirked and laughed a little and you giggle, "Yeah, you could say that I guess. Parties aren't really cup of tea. I was dragged here by my will." You giggle again and sit down on the curb. To your surprise he sits down too, right beside you. "Me either. I'm here with a couple of buddies. Let me guess... you're going through a breakup and your friends think a party is a proper way to cheer you up?" He lowers his eyebrows and looks at you. You cheeks turn red and you nod your head without saying anything. "Looks like we're in the same situation then." "I'm Dylan by the way." you smile, "I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you." "I have some clothes in my car, it's cold out here and I don't want you to walk around all night with a giant liquor stain on your dress." He rises up from the curb and extends his arm out to you, you smile and take his hand and he pulls you up. "A clean change of clothes would be lovely, thank you."
Dylan pulls out a pair of grey sweat pants and a plain black t-shirt. "Where am I gonna put these on at? I'm not allowed to re-enter the club anymore!" He laughs and opens the back door to his car. "I promise I won't look." You giggle and climb in the back of his Range Rover, his clothes smelt like cologne. You couldn't believe that you were changing into a strangers clothes in the back of his car. With a little alcohol in your system, and the circumstances you were in, you flashed back to your friend telling you over and over again about having fun and forgetting about your ex. "Live a little Y/N" you thought to yourself. You slowly pulled at the ends of your dress, pulling it over top of your hands, exposing your skimpy bra and panties you had on underneath, black lace, a matching set. "He's cute and he's sweet. Y/N he's offered you a free drink, a free change of clothes..." You mumbled softly out loud this time to yourself. "Are you almost done in there?" He turns around, looking into the window only to see you exposed in your bra and panties. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so sorry." His hands shot up covering his eyes, his body did a complete 180 turning back around facing the opposite direction.
"No, no! Don't be sorry. I need your help anyways." you yell back at him, pecking on the window. "Is it okay if I look then?" he slowly turns around, his hands still shielding his eyes. You giggle, "Of course it's okay to look. Will you unhook my bra? It's Victoria's Secret and y'know how those bra's are like, super expensive? With all the padding and everything? The padding is soaked which means it'll take forever to dry with it still on me and under clothes." You say innocently through a smile and you bat your eye lashes up at him once he removes his hands from his eyes. "Uhhhh... yeah, sure." He opens the door and climbs in the backseat beside you. You turn around with your back facing him and he slowly unhooks your bra and you pull the straps down your arms, one by one, tossing the bra in the floor of the car. You turn around back to him to retrieve the shirt he had given you to put on. His eyes go straight to your boobs, your nipples hard. "Uhhhh..." You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes growing wide and his breathing start to get a little heavier. "Do you like what you see?" You giggle and he shifts his attention up to your face and doesn't reply but simply nods. "Give me your hands." He extends his hands out and you grab him by the wrists and bring his hands to your each of your boobs. He doesn't hesitate to cup them into his hand, running his thumb over your nipples. You throw your head back a little and let a soft, almost inaudible moan.
Dylan leans in and presses his lips against yours, his tongue running along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You finally give in and let his tongue dance around with yours. His lips pull away from yours and kiss down your jawline and down your neck, he began sucking on the skin, creating red and purple blotches before kissing down your collar bone and swirling his tongue around your nipple, flicking and massaging what he didn't have in his mouth. He snakes a free hand down your stomach and between your legs and begins to massage you through your panties. "Holy shit." You moan out, you fidget in the seat a little as he quickly slips his hand into your panties, his fingers collecting wetness before pressing on your clit with his index and middle finger, quickly rubbing in circles, side to side and drawing figure eights. Each time he pressed into your little bundle of nerves, you could feel your legs begin to shake.
Dylan moves down from your chest, making sloppy wet kisses down your stomach, he doesn't waste anytime as he removes his hand and replaces it with his tongue. He flattens his tongue and makes a big swipe from your entrance all the way to your clit. You moan out of pleasure, your hands instantly gripping his hair. He looks up at you with those chocolate eyes that shine like marble. You watch him intently as he flicks his tongue roughly against your clit, making your hips buck up involuntarily. You push on the down on his head, wanting and needing more friction at your center. He slides two fingers into your entrance and began pumping his fingers in and out at the same pace his tongue flicks your clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moan, closing your eyes, praying he doesn't stop. He picks up the speed with his tongue, swirling furiously up and down your pussy. You feel a hot, boiling sensation build up in the pit of your stomach, your moans are becoming louder with each lick he makes, your breathing becomes heavier. You throw your head back as you feel yourself have your first orgasm. You run your fingers through his now messy hair, pushing his bangs back from his forehead. He pulls up from in between your legs, his chin shiny, coated with your juices, he licks around his lips before wiping what he couldn't get on the back of his hand and he smirks looking at you. "You taste so fucking good..."
"Yeah?" You reply, your voice shaking. You climb into his lap, straddling him and press your lips against this, tasting yourself on his mouth. You feel his bulge through his pants and you pull away from his lips and began to palm him through his jeans. He watches your hand intently, the look on his face on how concentrated he was on what you were doing, made you realize just how bad he wanted it. You unbuckle his pants and pull down the zipper, you hook your fingers to his belt loops and slide them down his legs, while you're pulling them off of his feet, he's already pulling down his underwear, his boner slapping against his stomach. "Shit..." He moans and rest his head against the window as your tiny hands wrap themselves around his cock, stroking him from the base, up his length and to the tip, squeezing at the head. "Keep doing that, it feels so fucking good." He bites down on his lower lip and you quicken your pace, you hover your mouth over his cock as you let a bead of spit coat the head, you take your hands and spread it up and down his length, making it wet as you swirl your tongue around his tip before taking him all the way into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. You pull up with a popping sound and looking him in the eyes. "Fuck my throat." You say innocently and bat your eyelashes up at him once more. You open your mouth wide and lower your mouth onto him, he balls up your hair into his fist and begins to buck his hips up, his cock hitting the back of your throat, every inch now fucking your mouth. You moan against his cock which makes him moan. "Baby... dammit. Don't stop." You feel tears build in your eyes as he continues to fuck your throat, you pull up and moan, licking the prominent vain on the side of his cock.
“Fuck me” you say in a slow hoarse tone, and with that last comment, he finally kisses you deeply and sloppily, turning his head from left to right with tangled tongues, letting the exchange of saliva sound off the others tongue. ”Do you want it?” he pants, rubbing the tip around your entrance. “Yes, yes!” you plead, laying down flat on your back on his seat. “How much Y/N?” he growls. “Please fuck my little pussy. I'm so wet for you right now” you whine, “Please Dylan, fuck me!” he grunts, wrapping his hands around your hips, and plunges himself into you. You moan roughly, arching your back off of the seat with your fists clenched around the edge of the seat and the backseat head rest. He speeds his thrust up, letting one leg to the floor for perfect leverage and thrusts himself, then slows down with deep, plunging thrusts, the kind that can force a yell from anyone, and goes back to quickened pumps, altering the consistency of your moans. Your toes curl up, feeling an orgasm hit, creating a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach. “Oh my god Dylan!” "Are you gonna cum for me Y/N?" You didn't reply, moans just kept rolling from your lips. "I said, are you gonna cum for me?" he leans down whispering in your ear. “Baby I-I-I'm gonna cum ba- Please, don’t stop. Don't fucking stop.” You shudder as you feel his tongue suddenly play with the back of your ear, sliding his wet saliva between the creases and under your ear lobe, where he lightly bites them between his moans.
“Cum for me, Y/N" you feel yourself tighten around him, your body began to shake, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, his whole length buried deep inside your pussy, fucking you with so much force your legs are now feeling like rubber. You let out a loud moan and then you go completely silent, your mouth hangs open and your eyes are hanging low, you leave a couple of pink scratch marks down his back as you feel yourself finally release around him. "Fuck me, fuck me. Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Dylan slowly raises off of you, both of your bodies drenched in sweat, he sits back in the seat once more with his head propped against the glass of the window which is now fogged completely. You climb onto his lap and straddle him, placing your hands on his shoulders. You lower yourself down him and sigh as you sink down onto him fully. Without bouncing up and down you begin to grind back and forth against his cock, your clit brushing against his pubic bone which makes your legs begin to shake once more. "You look so fucking hot riding me right now. Holy shit!" He reaches around your back and wads your hair up into his fist and jerks your hair back and leans in, pressing his lips against your neck and chest. You slide your hand from his shoulders to his throat and apply pressure which makes him do the same. You look him in his eyes and begin to bounce up and down on his cock with as much force as you could, each time hitting your spot. "I- fuck. Ba-" You can't get a complete sentence out as he reaches down with his free hand and begins to rub your clit hurrying up your third orgasm because he’s clearly close to. "Come on baby, make me cum." He says through gritted teeth. You lean down and press sloppy kisses to his lips, you begin to clench yourself around him, tugging tighter around his length with every bounce. Just a few more thrusts and you both finally climax. You begin to grind on his cock again, feeling his dick supply you with enough of his cum as you both finish. His balls rub to your ass, drenched in both of your fluids. "Fuck... that was-" "Amazing" you say as you cut him off, you slowly lift yourself off of his cock and press your sweaty forehead against his and press your lips to his and exchange a long kiss.
You both lay there for a couple of minutes, giggling and drawing things on the fogged up glass of the windows. Once you both finally cool down, you slip on the clothes that he had given you to put on earlier. You slick back your hair and wipe off any smudged makeup. You smile as you watch him get dressed as well, his hair fallen flat. You try to style it for him but the sweat makes it nearly impossible. You press your lips against his forehead before you open the car and climb out. He's following suit as he climbs out too and walks around to your side. "Call me later, yeah?" "Yeah" you smile and feel your cheeks turn red as you write your number down on a piece of paper and slip it into his pocket. You hear the door to the club open, dozens of people begin filing out, some so intoxicated they can't stand, you soon learn that one of those wasted ones is your friend. Luckily, nobody questions where you've been or what you've been doing. Before you even make it to your car, Dylan texts you and asks to meet up later for round two.
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