I was ready to tear her to pieces, just like that first night. I wanted to lift her into the air and lower her slowly down onto my dick, let my cock sink balls deep into her. We danced for song after song, sweat building up on our bodies, and Lydie probably changed partners like ten times. Still, there was only Claire, our eyes locked together. It was like time stopped and we were the only people in the entire club.
Claire was unbelievable. Once she let loose, she was impossible to contain, and I couldn’t imagine wanting to. Every inch of her oozed dirty, rough sex as we danced together, alone surrounded by strangers. For us, there was only the pulse of the music and the promise of what our bodies could do together if we let go and took it.
Which was exactly where my mind was heading. I didn’t care about any of the excuses I’d thought up since that night. I didn’t care if she was a clingy virgin or my stepsister. None of that bullshit mattered; there was only my deep, instinctual, animal need to fuck, and to fuck this girl deep and hard. I wanted to come deep inside her soft little silk and make her pussy mine. I wanted to hear her moan and scream my name over and over.
My dick was practically ready to tear through my pants. We’d danced together to a bunch of songs, and by the time I came up for air, Lydie was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Lydie?” I yelled to Claire over the music. My heart was hammering in my chest and fear spiked through me. I channeled that fear into a calm, battle readiness. It was a technique they taught us SEALs, a way to harness all the terror we felt during battle into a Zen-like battle state.
“She’s at the bar,” Claire said, pointing.
I followed her gaze and saw Lydie sitting with two men, laughing.
I looked back at Claire and in my heightened state knew exactly what I wanted to do. I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me, heading back toward the bathrooms.
“What are you doing?” Claire yelled.
“Come on,” I grunted at her.
I’d never been surer of anything in my life as I followed the familiar route beyond the bathroom lines and back toward the emergency exit. Claire seemed to figure out where my mind was headed, and she quickly went from being dragged along to actively walking with me, giggling softly.
We pushed out into the night. The alley was mercifully empty as I pushed her roughly up against the brick wall.
“I knew you couldn’t help yourself,” she said, smiling.
“I’m going to punish you for that,” I said, pressing myself against her.
“Good.”
I kissed her then, our lips pressing together in a hungry embrace unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The physical flirtation of the dancing, plus the desire that’d been building up between us, was practically creating sparking electricity between us.
She tasted incredible as I ran my hands down her tight dress, feeling her body. She moaned into my mouth as I cupped her breasts, moving lower, heading toward her sweet pussy. I couldn’t wait, not a single second longer.
I moved up her thigh and instantly felt how ruined and soaked her panties were. They were doing more harm than good, and so I yanked them off her. She gasped and whined, but they tore easily enough. I tossed them away.
“Those were my only pair,” she complained.
“You don’t need them tonight.”
“Nate,” she gasped as my hand found her clit, rubbing her gently. I kissed her neck and slowly sank two fingers deep inside her pussy. They slid in with no problem, and I began to pump them in and out.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, and I stifled her sounds with my mouth.
I wanted to work her so badly. I was all raging fire and desire, an ocean of want and need and pleasure threatening to spill over. I could hardly contain my raging hard on. I wanted to sink it deep between her legs, but I knew I needed to warm her up a little more. I was going to fuck her rough from behind in an alley, and her tight, inexperienced pussy needed a little help before she took my big cock.
I knew what she needed as I alternated between fucking her with my fingers and rubbing her clit. She was writhing and moaning under my touch like I knew she would. I knew she was drowning in the pleasure and want as much as I was, totally overwhelmed by the incredible, powerful sexual need that was pulling our bodies together as if by magic.
I knew she was mine. I knew she’d do anything to take my cock, but I needed her to go a bit further. I needed her so entranced and soaking and overwhelmed that she was begging me to fuck her, begging me to let her come on the tip of my hard dick.
Just as I was about to whisper into her ear, something pushed me roughly from behind, staggering me sideways, and then smashed into my skull.
I stumbled away, grunting, stars swimming in my vision. The person came at me, right away swinging hard. I took some punches to the face and stomach as I dropped back, barely getting my hands up to ward off the blows. I had to put distance between the two of us as the guy kept coming.