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“You wanna get your dirty fucking hand off my thigh?”
I said to the drunk idiot pushing his luck next to me. I’ll flirt a little and accept a few drinks from you sure, touching me’s different. If he doesn’t move his hand in ten more seconds im going to chop it the hell off. He gave me a dirty look and walked away and I was able to have my shot of whiskey in peace. Not my first choice, but I’ll take what I can get. The bar door opened and a blast of cool New York air blew in as I shot back my drink. Ugh, it was strong. I made a disgusted face and quickly tried to shake it off.
“Ha, drink a little strong for ya babe?” Came a seductive, deep voice from beside me.
I didn’t even turn to look at him. Is it too much to ask to have a drink by myself for Christ’s sakes?
“What the hell is it to you?” I put my leather jacket back on and start to get up to leave. “And I’m not your ‘babe’ so why don’t you…” I felt a warm palm on the top of my hand. I turn to my right and literally forget whatever I was about to tell this prick and stare dumbfounded into big brown eyes, or were they green? Hazel?, that were fixed on me. I almost felt offended, he was staring at me with no attempt to hide it, and so close. I could smell the smoke emanating off his breath and clothes. Who did he think he was? His hand was still on mine and before I could tell him to move it, or move my hand away, or even want to move my hand away, someone yelled across the small bar.
“JULES! What’s up bro?!” Jules? Sounded familiar I guess. Pretty fruity if you ask me, must be short for Julius or Julian. Not taking his hand off mine, he breaks eye contact with me and looks at the shoes of the guy who just spoke to him.
“Not much man… Whats up?” He mumbles. He sounded much less confident than when he spoke to me. Which reminded me, I was just leaving. I moved my hand away quickly and started walking out. But I paused.
“And for the record. I can take a fucking drink.” I say without looking back at him.
“Come over and prove it then hun. Actually, you should probably go home, one more will probably have you on your ass.” He says as my hand touched the door. Fuck that. I could probably drink more than all the men in this fucking bar. No way I’m gonna let him get away with that big smile I can just hear in his voice. I stop and turn around to face him. He throws his head back and laughs, ugh that smile, then sits down at the bar and pats the seat next to him.
“C’mon, I bet you.” It was on. I refuse to refuse a bet. I put on my bitchiest smirk and started walking toward him. He smiles again and proposes a deal.
“First one to throw up loses.” HA! This was going to be hilarious! I NEVER throw up when I drink. NEVER. How easy, but I couldn’t let it seem so obvious. I simply sit down next to him and smile.
“If you’re first to chuck, you buy my drinks.” I laughed. Easiest way to get drinks I’ve ever known. I finally look away from his eyes and take him all in. Shit. He was hot. His brown-black shaggy, but not too long hair hung just before his huge, droopy eyes, I was sure that they’re hazel now, and his dark, puffy lips. Damn, I looked away from his lips to his ripped leather jacket, and dark blue “Camel” shirt. I tried to keep a confident face, but I could feel his eyes all over me.
“Alright, sure. hmm.” He looks away and bites his bottom lip, he looks back to me with a sadistic grin, “If I win…” He moves closer to me and I can definitely smell cigarettes, but I don’t move away, partly because I won’t let him make me feel uncomfortable, partly because I knew I wanted him closer to me anyway. His mouth moves to my ear and I feel his warm breath on me as he says, “Come with me… out there.”When I look at him he glances over and bobs his head at the dark alley across the street from where we’re sitting. Shit. I don’t know this guy. Well, he’s obviously not forcing me to do anything, and I can take care of myself thank you very much. I just smile and say, “You’re on,” I know it doesn’t matter anyway because I do not throw up when I drink, but I can’t help the bit of wonder I have about going to the alley with this guy, Jules, was it?
“I’m Julian by the way,” he says with a devilish grin. He looks like he just won a fucking medal.
I reply. “Kim. Get the first round up, and make sure you can get to the bathroom in time.”
By the sixth round of shots I start to laugh and touch and joke and play, my stomach feels a little fuzzy, but nothing I can’t handle. Ugh, I looked at fucking Julian. He seems maybe a little more lost, but for the most part, giving nothing away. I notice he’s been touching my arm and playing with my shoulder-length red hair. I don’t care, he’s hot. Ha. I almost would rather go to the alley with him than end this night alone. No. I can’t make myself look like an idiot who made a bet and won just to go sleep with the guy anyway. I want to though. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but he’s fucking charming. He play kisses me on the cheek and I return it by putting my hand on the leg of his ripped black jeans, then inch it up little by little. Then take it off completely. Fuck. I want him. His long fingers played on his shot glass and I couldn’t help but think about what they could do. Well, if I did want this guy to screw me a little bit. I guess I could, just lose? He wouldn’t really know if I threw up or not. I could just urgently leave to the bathroom and then he’ll get it. Ugh why am I doing this? He smiled and flashed his straight, less than white teeth at me.
“Ready for another?” Ugh here we go. Off to make another mistake, well what more could I do? I put on my best sick face and begin to say something. Then I fake-gag and rush to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. Okay, let’s do this. My eyeliner was fading so I quickly reapplied it. My bright red lips were almost back to their normal shade and I put some more lipstick on. I flushed the toilet and tried to make my face look flushed before I came back out of the bathroom. Julian sees me and laughs loudly. Ugh and now this. He puts his money on the bar top and I reach for my wallet, he stops me and just grabs my hand to leave. I pretend to reluctantly take it, but on the inside im begging for him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his hands all over me and I wanted to pull his hair and yank him to me. We step out into the cold, New York-polluted air, and it sort of energizes me, excites me for what I know is coming next. We walk across the street and step into the darkness of the alley. He whispers, “Time to pay up. Guess you’re not a big tough drinker afterall, huh?” I’ll give him that. I stay quiet and he moves his lips to my ear. “You’re mine now, babe.” This, I admit, shocks me a little. What the hell did I get myself into? How far did he think he was going to go here? By the time I realize that I don’t care, he pushes me against the alley wall and runs his fingers through my short red hair. His lips crush mine, his warm, wet mouth smell like whiskey and cigarettes. I kiss him back as hard as I can but his mouth is so overbearing. He’s strong. And I fucking love it. I move my hands from my sides to his hair and neck and yank him closer to me. He moves his hands down my arms, and I can feel a smile on his lips. He knows this isn’t part of the bet. I let him do what he wants for a bit. He bites my lips, hard. He moves his hands to my hips, then my rear. If he’d only move his hands a little more to the front. As soon as I think this, his hands are at the zipper of my black pants. So close to the place im begging him to touch. I kiss him harder and bite his bottom lip, and he knows I want it. He zips down my pants and plays at the front strings of my underwear. He grabs my nub with his whole hand over my underwear and I almost let out a whimper. Hes teasing me, the bastard. He leaves his hand there a second longer and then slowly moves his hand on my bare nub. He rubs my clit with his thumb and I groan into his mouth. I feel him smile and move his lips down to my neck, still working his fingers all over me, teasing me by my entrance. He slowly inserts one finger inside of me and I lean my head against the wall and let out a quiet gasp. I hear small chuckle from him and he is still rubbing my clit and putting a second finger in my core. Fuck he feels so good. I start breathing heavy and he kisses me again. He puts his mouth to my ear another time, “You’re coming home with me,” He starts moving his fingers away from me and zips my zipper back up. He walks out of the alley into the light and I stare after him. His hair looks black under the streetlamp and his jacket shines at me. I watch him as he whistles a cab over. I slowly walk over to him as he’s climbing in the cab. I stop him and grab his member forcefully, he gasps before I can say, “It’s not just gonna be your way, dick.” He gathers himself and stifles a laugh. “Lets see about that, Kimmy.” I released his member after realizing it was as hard as a fucking rock. And big, really fucking big. I didn’t want to look impressed but seriously? Christ, I’m almost intimidated. Guess we’ll see.
We step into the elevator and he immediately pushed me against the wall and lifts me up onto his hips. My legs are wrapped around his waist and I can feel his erection, it’s even harder now, fuck I want to see it, and grab it and have it inside me. I kiss him, and now that im higher up than him, I can press my lips more forcefully onto his. My hands play in his hair and I tug it, hard. He almost growls and the elevator bell dings, we’re at his floor and sets me down before he almost runs over to his door. I walk nonchalantly and pretend to drift away. He runs over to me after opening his door and scoops me up off the ground like a fucking child. He runs with me in his arms to his apartment. I laugh and jokingly hit him to put me down. He lays me on his bed, but I won’t let him have it that easy. He takes off his jacket and I look around his flat. It’s a small studio apartment, but it’s spacious. He has clutter everywhere. A kitchen to my far left with a table in front of it. Books, vinyl albums, a microphone and guitar equipment in the very corner. No fucking way. He’s a fucking musician. That’s why he sounds familiar. He’s the lead singer of a band all the local papers are talking about. Did they have an album coming out soon? Well this certainly makes it harder not to fuck his brains out right now. Oh well. He notices me looking around as he fiddles with his belt buckle. On his table there’s a deck of cards, out of its box and next to a pack of Camel cigarettes. He looks at me, bewildered. I then get off his bed and take a seat at the table. I take a lighter out of my pocket and steal one of his cigarettes. I put my legs on the table and light up. I look back at him and he looks a little impatient, but decides to play my game for a bit. “You want to play cards?” He asks, confused. I smile, and take my black leather jacket, then my plain t shirt off, covering my breasts in nothing but a black lacy bra. I see his eyes grow a bit wider and then ask him, “Do you?” He sits in the chair opposite me and puts his hands over his mouth. He grabs the cards off the table and shuffles. He lights his own cigarette and then he deals me five cards for poker. I purposely lose again by handing back all of my good cards and then I take my boots and black, ripped pants off. In nothing but my underwear, I can feel him watching me, but I pretend not to notice and go about looking at my cards. I accidently drop my cards onto the floor behind me, so I turn around, bend down deliberately in front of him and pick them up, slowly. He stares at me and groans, frustrated and pleading. “What does that say? The tattoo on your lower back. I just shake my head and say, “Well love, you’ll just have to get close enough to read it.” He looks away and bites his bottom lip. I lose again just to see his face when I take my bra off, but before I get the chance, he throws the cards and his cigarette aside and grabs my face across the table. He presses his hot mouth hard on mine and I know it time to stop teasing. He almost furiously kisses me, and I don’t object. He grabs fistfuls of my hair and tugs it. He then crosses over to my side of the table and picks me up once again, throwing me onto the bed a few steps away. This time it’s different, he feels needy, and desperate. He almost doesn’t give me a chance to slow him down, but I am loving every second of it. He takes off his shirt and throws it off of the bed, exposing his chest tattoo to me and pressing his bare body on top of mine. He reaches for his belt buckle, but I push his hands out of the way to grab it myself. Pulling his pants off while he’s still on top of me, I notice he’s not wearing any underwear. This turns me on so much, I push his pants off f his ankles and take his member in my hand. He inhales sharply and I start to rub it up and down. I roll over so that im on top of him and I kiss him hard, I move my lips from his mouth to his neck and then further down his bare stomach and eventually to his member. This is when I actually can see how fucking huge it is. I wasn’t expecting this, I think he can tell I look impressed because he throws his head back in laughter. I tickle it with my fingertips and he puts his hand in my hair and pushes my head down. I decide to stop teasing him and I kiss the tip of his member. Thank God he’s circumcised. I find myself thinking. I lick his entire length and he exhales. I’m surprised when I find that I can envelop his entire member in my mouth but I start out slowly. With each bob of my head I push his member deeper inside my mouth and he starts breathing hard. “Fuck.”I start to push it as far as I can into my throat and move between positions, using my hands to guide my mouth. I rub his member and suck on his balls at the base of his shaft. I feel his body tighten and move his member up into my throat. He cusses and pulls my hair closer to him. “Come here.” He pants, out of breath. He pulls me up to him and practically yanks my bra off my breasts. He rolls me over so he’s on top and grips my breasts hard and kisses me all over. He moves his wet mouth to my breasts and sucks at first, then nibbles and then starts biting. It almost hurts, but it felt so good. He was so rough, and I only wanted him to be rougher. He looked up at me and I sighed and he continued. My throbbing cunt begged him to kiss it. I grab his head and push it down. He smiles and obeys. He kisses down my stomach and grabs my legs with his arms and holds them so they are wrapped around his head. He puts my underwear between his teeth and pulls them down that way, I moan and he begins to go a little faster. He kisses the inside of my thighs and puts a kiss on my nub. He licks my clit soft at first but then moves his tongue faster and my breathing starts to increase. He moves his tongue down to my entrance and I gasp as he reaches his whole tongue inside. I can’t help but scream, it was the best anyone has ever done this. He uses his finger and his lips to finger me and please my clit. I have to have him right now. I yank his head up to mine and I find his eyes searching his room. I roll my eyes because he doesn’t have to wear a condom. Instead of telling him, I grab the belt from off the floor that he was wearing earlier and put it around his neck. I wrap it around his neck and pull him to me. He gets the message and wraps my legs around his waist. He slowly enters me and I moan loudly, too loudly for my liking. He shuts his eyes and I take the belt off his neck. He kisses my mouth, my neck, my breasts, my face while fucking me and he reaches a part of me that no one has before. He breathes on my face heavily and I taste the smoke and whiskey scent on his breath. He’s increasing his speed and I don’t know what else to to but grab his back. I dig my nails into his back and drag them across to his ass. As he moves on top of me, his hair reaches down and tickles my face. He pulls out of me and turns me on my stomach. He rubs my ass and I can feel his eyes focus on something. Oh, right. My tattoo, a stupid quote I made up a few years ago. Wonder if he’d think it was stupid. “I’m going to hell in a leather jacket?” He pauses for a second longer and then begins to fuck me again. Breathing, sighing, whimpering, moaning, growling, I know we’re both coming close to orgasm. I can feel my heartbeat increasing and my toes curl. My body tightens and I yell out Julian’s name. I can see the sweat bead up on his forehead and the expression on his face change as he begins to orgasm. “Come inside me.” He shakes and trembles and then releases his cum in me. I love how it feels, and Julian goes limp. He tries to catch his breath as he hugs me from the side. He kisses my shoulders and the back of my neck. “You’re fucking perfect,” he purrs to me. I walk up to the table and grab his pack of cigarettes. I light one for Jules and then myself. I crawl back into bed and I lay on my front beside him. “You know, love, I can take a fucking drink. I lost your shit bet on purpose. You’re welcome” He looks stunned and then flashes his teeth at me. He kisses me and I blow smoke in his face. He gets up off the bed and pulls a tiny notebook and pen out of his pants pocket on the floor. He thinks for a second and scribbles something in his notebook with his cigarette still in his mouth. I ask him what he wrote and he replied, “You might find out one day.” I rolled my eyes and set my smoke in the ashtray by his bed. He climbs back under the covers and lies next to me. He embraces me from behind and nuzzles into my neck, ready to fall asleep. Our cigarettes burn out and so does the fire we both had inside us, and we drift to sleep.
