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I push those hotties to the back of my mind as I wind my hips with the music. You would think after dancing all night I wouldn’t want to now, but it’s my happy place. I’m slightly drunk, the alcohol buzzing through my veins. The pop-up warehouse rave we are in is dark apart from the strobe lights and fast music. We have neon paint across us, and I’m dancing with the man I selected to fuck when I first walked in. I wink at Faye who is dancing with his friend.
I tangle my fingers in his shoulder-length blond hair and drag his head down. He almost has to bend in half, but he goes willingly as I kiss him. It’s sloppy and fuelled by alcohol, which makes it all that much better. It’s not fireworks like I felt from the touch earlier tonight, but it will do.
He grips my ass and rubs me against his hard, jean-clad cock. He lost his shirt at some point, and he has amazing abs. Definitely a surfer or a climber. He’s not the brightest—I can tell from the one-minute conversation we had earlier—but who cares? He doesn’t need to talk if his mouth is full with my cunt or nipples.
I don’t need to like him, just want him.
His hand slips into the back of my shorts before he slides it around. I bite his lip, and he groans into my mouth as his fingers try to get into my knickers. Laughing, I move back and grab his hand. I pull it free and twine my fingers with his as he frowns in confusion, blinded by the liquor and lust fuelling him. I grab the pill from my pocket and pop it into my mouth as he watches, and with a grin, I kiss him again as it starts to dissolve. We kiss and dance and the drug kicks in. The world blurs around us and everything slows down.
I end up dragging him to the toilets and into the one working stall, much to the annoyance of the man who wants to use it. I push him into the graffiti covered door as my heart races from the cocktail mixing through me. Ripping at his pants, I unfasten them before turning him and pushing him down to the toilet. He goes to speak, but I yank down my shorts and climb onto his lap. I kiss him again before turning and pressing my palms to the sides of the stall as his fingers clumsily prod my pussy.
It’s going to be a quick, messy fuck, and when I feel his condom covered cock pressing against my pussy, I lift and slam down onto it, taking his full, long length into my body. He groans and I cry out. The music pulses in here, seeming far away until the door opens and closes with people coming and going. Let them listen, I don’t care. Dragging my hand across the dirty wall, I start to rise and drop, riding his cock as he lifts his hips and fucks me quickly.
His long cock hits that deep spot inside me that has me moaning. Dragging up my shirt, I cup my braless tits with one hand and squeeze and twist as they jiggle from our movements. He grunts and groans as he speeds up, basically bouncing me now. I know I’ll be responsible for my own release, so I quickly reach down and flick my clit before rubbing it furiously. As he bottoms out and comes with a groan, his lips to my shoulder, I come myself, grinding down onto his pulsing cock. Sighing, I lean back for a moment as he pants.
Getting to my feet, I yank off my wet knickers, use the toilet roll to clean myself, and reach around him as he leans back, watching me—his softening cock still in the condom—and put it on the loo before yanking up my shorts.
“Thanks,” I say before unlocking the door and leaving.
“Hey, wait, what’s your name?” he calls after me. I hear him fall as he tries to get up.
Idiot.
I got what I wanted, so I lose him in the crowd, and then I down more drinks as I spin and dance, my head one big blur from the pill and booze. Time makes no sense out here, and when the cops show up, Faye grabs me and yanks me from the warehouse. We laugh as we run through the field and climb over the fence, shivering from the cold. It’s almost morning.
I’m coming down, and I groan as I lean into her as we walk along the winding country road outside of town. It takes us about forty minutes to reach the edge of the city where we flag a taxi. It drops Faye off first, and she kisses my cheek while I’m consuming a breakfast sandwich we made the taxi driver stop for. He has his own on the front seat—bribery at its finest.
“See you tomorrow, babe. Try not to get into too much trouble until then.” She laughs as she gets out, waving from the curb of her two-story house she lives in with her uncle. “Text me when you get home!” she calls, and I wave her off, finishing the sandwich and sitting back with my eyes shut.
“Hey, we’re here,” the cabbie announces sometime later, and I jolt awake. Half hungover and asleep, I pay him and get out. I slip through the side gate I found last month and tread across the grass to the front of the house.
The sun is starting to rise, and I don’t want another awkward run-in with Meredith’s new fiancé, not with my panties in my purse and a sore, satisfied pussy. That’s when I see the open garage with three new editions. One Harley with a custom skull paint job, a Mustang painted matte black, and a Subaru with what seems to be holographic purple and green paint.
The sons must be back from holiday.