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We strolled toward the club. “Ready for the final windup, I’m slowly going insane from the constant stimulation.”

He turned to me, concern shadowing his face. “You don’t have to do this. You can stop anytime. It’s about what works for you.”

Dazed, I stared at him. No one ever checked on me, gave me an out, and tears welled but I blinked them away. I thought about what I wanted, making sure before I spoke. “I want it, crazy buildup and all, and when I explode, hell, they may hear us in Ardmore.”

He jerked me to him and bit my neck while his hands rubbed over my backside.

“I think, with you, I’d try about anything once, and I even have these ideas, kinky ideas, that I am curious about.”

“Dammit, woman, let’s dance before I go crazy.” He swallowed a long drink of whiskey and then another.

The band played Southern rock, mostly covers. My body twirled and moved against Dare, then he settled my ass into his crotch. I couldn’t think. My ass ground into him, unable to stop. He closed a hand over my crotch, touching my overstimulated clit.

“Tits.” I panted the word. His hand snaked under my halter, and I spun in a dazed dance of his making. My winding movements were about release. Dare set the timing, or maybe we danced to the music of our bodies.

When it hit me, I turned in to him, biting my lip and burying my head in his chest as the orgasm rocked me. When the world refocused, we swayed to a slow song. I stared blankly, lost in him. He swung us around to an outside table, where his bottle sat. Three huge gulps emptied the bottle.

“It’s quit working,” he said to me. “I’ll dance until you’re ready but, baby, I’m ready.”

“What quit working?”

“The booze, to dull the throb of my dick,” he growled.

He started to kiss me, but I ducked away, already moving to the dance floor and the fast tempo of the song.

“You made a mistake, letting me come. I got three, four more songs in me.”

He groaned, but followed me with a smirk on his face. The whiskey hit him in the third song, his graceful movements lost timing, his eyes turned glassy, and he was almost shouting. He’d moved past lit to fucked up.

“Red, I can go all night.” His words were a tinge messy.

“I can’t. Get me a drink and take me to bed.”

He grinned down at me, triumphant. We moved to the bar where he demanded another bottle and I got a new Coke. How much could he drink?

We walked down a dark hallway toward the bedroom we’d used earlier. By the time we reached it, he’d downed a fourth of the bottle and I’d almost emptied my Coke.

“Can we remove them now?” I almost begged him.

He set down the whiskey and shook his head. “One more buildup with them, then kapow, we go for it.”

I laughed and slipped off my clothes, watching Dare do the same.

“Condoms?” I didn’t plan to be playing find the cover when I needed him inside me.

“Bedside table.”

He removed his pants and we both stood nude, staring at each other. I’m sure the stark hunger in his expression was reflected on my face.

“Gotta fuck you in front of a mirror.” He shook back his hair. “Not tonight.” He prowled forward with his whiskey in hand. “Still thirsty, and you can be my cup, Red.”

I backed up until my legs hit the bed.

“Lie down.”

“I might get loud,” I warned, needing to be sure he was on board.

“I hope so. Hot as hell when you scream my name.”

I fell back on the bed and scooted up until I lay in the middle. He crawled up after me, pouring whiskey on my body. I shivered when the cold liquid hit me. He laughed and poured more on my stomach, sipping it up. My hips already moved, and those balls never stopped. Dare lapped whiskey off my middle before he carefully sucked all traces from my breasts.

He massaged and tweaked them. I arched up wanting more of the intense pleasure shooting from my nipples in an arrow to my womb. My pussy spasmed around the balls, sending sharp bursts up my spine. The race between the pleasure centers drove me crazy.

“I...touch...you.” My brain barely worked.

He brought his cock to my chest. “Fuck me with those magnificent tits.”

I pushed them together with my arms as he slid his dick between them. I bent my head low until I could lick his tip when he thrust up. We danced together and my focus narrowed—all I did was wait for a taste and then he slipped away again.

My body sung, and inside me, my walls were dust, he claimed my soul with every stroke to my body, imprinting himself on me. And I welcomed it. I greedily took every bit he gave me.

“Can’t take more.” He jerked away. “Condom.” I turned to find one in the drawer, and threw it to him. He put it on. “Bear down and they’ll pop loose.”