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As she stood at the small round table, Cora, the soon-to-be farmer of a quaint unknown town, sipped on her drink. She relished the feeling of the temporary relaxation she felt during her endless nights out, this one seemingly the last for a while.
“Come on Cora, you gotta let loose! I mean looser than you usually are”
“How can I get any “looser” than this? Ive had two fruity drinks and a shot of tequilla, which is a lot more than I usually have, not to mention everything we drank before we got here”
“I mean with the people babe. You know I love dancing with you but maybe its time you dance with someone else for a change.”
She never was one to branch out. Sure the occasional greeting to those her friends were friends with, she could be quite the social butterfly if she really wanted to. However most nights out and about Cora preferred to keep to her friends, with who she always had a blast.
“It’s your last fun night here…” It was a friday night, and she leaves Sunday morning. After the night her friends threw for her, she knew she wouldn’t be up for leaving Saturday. “You’ll never see any of these asswads again, and most of them are really hot. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to keep all of THAT to myself.” Cora worked hard for her body, so she, of course, flaunts it when she can. Tonight being when. “Especially not from that one over there”
Erin, the friend responsible for the evening, and also her roommate, shifted her gaze from Cora to behind her, nodding her head towards the bar to the man who supposedly has been eyeing the two.
Cora rolled her eyes as she turned her head to look at this guy, long black locks landing on her shoulder as she searched.
As she turned, her eyes locked with grey ones, having just looked up from a drink, threatening her with something more. Cora halted at the sight, a pit growing large in her stomach as butterflies made their way out of it around her belly, and apparently to her brain as she couldnt stop staring.
She didn’t even get the chance to look at his appearance before he decided to match her gaze, however her peripheral told her that this one was her type.
Medium length black hair that had clearly but neatly been cut by himself, maybe a wolf cut maybe a shag, Cora didn’t know and she didn’t really care. His ears were pierced and stretched but only a little. He had his eyebrow pierced and his nose pierced, what else did he have pierced that wasn’t visible to the eye, or her crazy peripheral? Cora has always found pride in her Peripheral.
He wore a loose black band tee and baggy cargo jeans, dark tattoos lining his toned but not jacked arms, only a few, and one reaching up to his neck. What was she even thinking about before this? This dude has apparently been eyeing here Erin said? That she did not mind one bit
“Cora? Helloooooo?” She was still being eye fucked by this man and she couldn’t let him go.
“Im gonna go talk to him”
“What? Who? I waved him over already”
Cora snapped out of it, whipping around.
“Who?”
He was a toned blonde with spikey but silkey looking hair. You could tell he was toned through his sky blue band tee, and his biceps slightly peeking through his short sleeves. His gaze softened into a smirk when Erin nodded towards him. Did she mention that he was toned?
The blonde raised his hand in a wave and smiles his giant gummy grin, “Hey, I’m Sam”
Cora looked up at him. He was tall. She wasn’t really into blondes but she could be for the night, if Erin hadn’t been so smiley next to him. She could tell that Erin had really only waved him over for herself and that was fine. Cora had someone else on her mind.
“Cora” She replied, her shortest introduction ever, “Hey I’ll be right back, Sam would you mind keeping Erin company?” She spoke as she turned to find that emo looking boy.
She knew she should have worn her “I Heart Emo Boys” Baby tee. It goes with every outfit. She kept the black miniskirt, but traded the shirt out for a black tube top with body tight mesh. She, again, liked to show off her figure.
To her surprise he was gone from the spot she left him. Cora walked over the bar and got the attention of the bartender, asking for a shot of tequila. Literally any kind she didn’t care.
Right before the bartender walked away, a pale hand stopped him, “...and a whiskey neat. She’s with me”
First thing she noticed was the strong scent of musky but sweet cologne with a hint of cigarette smoke that filled her with excitement. Next were his painted black nails. She imagined them glued to her waist, trailing down, down, down…
“Miss me?”
“I don’t even know you”
“Yet you came looking for me”
She was leaning against the bar when she looked up at him. The height difference leaving her drenched. Her weakness was tall and cocky. She liked her partners mean and able to throw her around.
“I came here for a drink”
“Well I came back for you”
“Oh did you now?”
“Yes ma’am”
“and what were you hoping to get out of buying me a drink?”
“anything you want really. a dance, a kiss, to leave you alone forever. I’ll do anything you ask me to”
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
Cora had only known this man for a few minutes but that’s all she needed.
The bartender placed the two shots in front of them, of which they took and downed after a quick cheers.
“I know what I want”
Cora had to play this right. She knew he wanted her and that she wanted him. She wanted him so bad, she needed to feel him, she had never been so horny for a stranger before.
She held his gaze as she walked off, looking him up and down before sauntering away to a hallway past all of the drunk partygoers, the man following suit.
The trek to the bathroom was long, but worth it as these restrooms were nice singles, and there were loads of them. About seven to be exact. Most are almost never used at once, as there are stalls closer to the dance floor.
Cora walked into one, gently closing the door behind her and rushing to the sink to make sure her hair was right. The top half was pulled up into a loose ponytail with a black lacy bow. She was grateful she decided to sport some black lacy panties to match, as her top called for no bra.
As she fixed her skirt so it was a little shorter, she heard the door open.
“Oh hey!”
“Erin? What are you doing in here?” She whipped around after seeing her best friend in the mirror..
Cora pulled her skirt back down a little as she scrambled to fix more of herself, acting as if she were simply freshening up.
“I saw you come in here, and you have a terrible habit of forgetting to lock shit behind you so I figured I would join you. Plus I need your undies.”
“What?”
“Come onnnn I told Sam to guess the color of my undies, you know like that one song? and he whispered in my ear all sexy like and said black, and I remembered you putting some on so I really really need yours because you know I always go commando at clubs”
Cora honestly wouldn’t mind this, she’s always loved the thought of being fucked in a skirt with no undies on but this was so unhygienic.
“Okay I know what you’re thinking, but come on i’ve known you since 11. We do testing all the time together, and I’ll only be wearing them for like an hour max-“
“Holy shit fine yes you can have them, but Erin. Never give them back to me” Cora rolled her eyes in embarassment and began to take them off as Erin clapped.
“Thank you Thank you You’re literally the fucking best Coralee”
“Don’t call me that” She snapped as she handed the slightly used underwear to her very intoxicated best friend.
“So you’re into it with Sam huh?”
“Yeah, you know I’ve always had a thing for blondes”
“Veronica wasn’t a blonde?”
“Blonde men. I’ve always had a thing for Blonde men. Women can look however they want and i’ll still love them all”
Truer words couldn’t be spoken.
Cora was the first to leave the restroom, on a mission to find her long lost emo. It had only been five minutes and she already missed him.
After casually (or what she thought was casual) walking to the bar, then to her table, then just around, she had come to the conclusion that he was gone.
FUCK
He had gotten her so riled up, and her buzz was wearing off, which made it so much worse.
Which was why when an arm pulled her into a closet and slammed the door shut behind her, she didn’t hesitate to reciprocate the movement his lips made on her own.
His hand had snaked its way down to her waist, pulling her closer, while the other delicately cupped her cheek, savoring the taste of her lips.
The two kept on at a steady pace, slowly devouring each other as if their lives depended on it, as if they had waited their whole lives for this moment, though they hadn’t, they just met maybe 20 minutes ago.
“How much have you had to drink” He said between kisses and breathes.
“Not too much, a few drinks and two shots. Not enough for me to be drunk”
“Are you sober enough for me to fuck you is what i’m asking”
Yes. yes. one thousand times yes.
She made a sound of approval as he trailed kisses down her neck
“I need words.”
“Yes. I need you”
He smiled against her skin as he slid a hand up her skirt, brushing his soft fingers against her warm lips, before sliding his middle finger in between.
Cora gasped as she grasped onto him. His shirt, His skin, she didn’t know or care, and neither did he as he let out a groan in response.
He wanted to hear more of the sweet sounds she made when he touched her. He allowed second finger to join his middle in fondling her sensitive bud.
Cora began to clench around nothing when he removed his fingers and kissed her again.
He chuckled when she let out a whine, “jump up.” He demanded as he tapped the back of her thigh.
She complied, jumping up into his arms, her legs wrapped around his thin waist. He carried her over to the shelf that was on the other end of the small closet, and sat her down on it. The shelf was just tall enough that her feet barely didn’t touch the ground.
He continued to kiss her, the taste of her tongue enticing him further as he leaned over, both of their hands grasping any part of each other.
When she tugged on his hair, it had snapped something inside him.
He needed to taste her.
She felt him pull away and place his forehead on hers, the two unable to breathe at a normal pace, sharing the hot air that moved in front of them.
With one last farewell kiss, he got on his knees in front of her to lay his lips on the inside of her knees, trailing them further and further and further until he reached her drenched core.
He looked up at the mewling goddess in front of him for approval. The two stared as she panted, thought her decisions out, then nodded, holding her breath for what was to come.
She gave him control of her legs, opening them wider for him as he pulled her body closer to the edge of the shelf, closer to his face.
He took one last look at Cora before he dove in. Taking his tongue and dragging it from her core up to the hood. From there he began his performance.
One arm holding on to her thigh for dear life, as if he let go he would drown in her and never come back. The other rested on top of her other thigh for future use.
Cora threw her head back as his tongue danced on her clit, his skilled muscle circling the bud, then resting flat on top of it a few times and then restarting.
She had grown so wet that she didn’t know if it was her or his saliva that had began to pool at her bare ass, but she didn’t care. especially when she felt his finger collect it and slowly drag its way inside her.
She felt her face grow hotter as she grew closer to climax, feeling slightly embarrassed that it had taken only a hot emo boy and a few minutes to make her cum, but she justified it by reminding herself that they were both slightly intoxicated.
By the time she had pulled her thoughts together, he had added a second finger, and continued to finger her, letting them curl up inside which sent her floating up to the heavens. No partner she has ever had has made her feel this good. She hadn’t even come yet and she felt like she was on cloud 9.
Her constant breathy moans lit a fire in him that couldn’t be contained as he devoured every inch of her, his fingers deep in her walls. He could feel every clench around his digits when he pulled them out, then fiercely back in, curling them just how she liked. His tongue grew numb with how much he was using it, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was hearing her beautiful voice cry for him.
Please
More
Fuck
Yes
So good
All of it, her voice nearly sent him toppling over the edge. Nearly. What really sent him was when she reached her hand down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. If she knew his name, he might have come without even being touched.
Imagining his name on her lips pooled in his stomach. Her laying on his bed at his home, underneath him, thrusting, his name a prayer the way she was using it.
Sebastian
Sebastian please
Sebastian god
Sebastian more
Sebastian
He was brought back to reality when she let out a rather long breathy moan which in turn, pulled his hair a little.
He didn’t think he would see her again, so he would have to relish in this moment. He let his tongue grow faster as she had pleaded, and his fingers curl, her walls tightening around them more and more.
Cora had began to feel the tightness in her chest of an impending orgasm, and it felt so right to just let it blossom all throughout her body.
She felt the pleasurable tension release as he continued to lick, suck, and fuck his way through her orgasm, sending her further and further. Her walls now clamped around his digits, trembling with excitement. Fireworks dancing throughout her body at the peak before she could slow back down.
Like magic he seemed to know when to slow back down and let her come down from her high.
Cora was breathless, looking up at the dark ceiling wondering when the post nut clarity would hit her, but it never would.
A hand reached out for her and she took it, standing up. Well, for a second as her legs had been so shaken that she nearly toppled over if not for his strong arms to hold her up.
She began to sink lower to return the favor but he lifted her back up.
“No need for that. I’m not fucking you in a closet at a club. Let’s go to my hotel”
“Hotel?”
“I don’t live in Zuzu, my friend and I are just here for the night, but he left a while ago with a girl so I guess we’ll have the room to ourselves for the night”
Cora didn’t know how smart it was to leave a club with a man she barely knew, but she was too horny to care. She needed to see this through.
He led her out of the closet and through the club, holding her hand the whole way through.