ROLEPLAY HQ - smoldering-desire

Cw: Obsession, stalking, erotic content. All characters are 18+.

09:23

I was here once again. The same club I came to every Saturday night to torture myself these days. I even had a routine now, ordering one drink and slowly nursing it as I watched the dance floor from the balcony above. Most days you weren’t even there and I simply enjoyed the churning bodies, the endless whump of the music pulsing through me, as everyone else emptied out their passions with abandon. The days you were there though, those were always more … intense. Everyone else simply became a blur as I watched you, the aching in my chest drowning out the music that warred with it, the memories of that one night we had shared coursing endlessly through my mind. Those nights were always worse, always sent me home with my throat threatening to swell up, but they were the reason I still came here. The regulars knew by now that approaching me was useless and even though I had tried to be polite as I rejected them, people are always quicker to figure you out than you expect. Then you want. And my cold aloofness certainly did me no favors in finding someone else to pull me out of the mire I so willingly drowned myself in now. Some had even seemed genuinely interested also. Perhaps before I met you I would have been interested in them too. blankspace

09:24

That night would always live in my mind now though, the night when we first spoke, the night when we almost became one. My friends had taken me here that night, a new years party that we had all been excited for. We didn’t get out much, since a couple of nerdy guys who mainly meet for dnd aren’t usually the kind to party every weekend. But this had promised to be fun, our friend who had previously hated drinking had finally found his drinks of choice, and damn his alcohol tolerance called for celebration on its own. So we dressed up for once, got hammered, and ended up on the dance floor, four fools having the time of their lives. Maybe that was what drew you to me. The fact that I was actually having fun and wearing one of my brightest smiles of the year probably made me far more interesting than the pointless scowl I usually wore now. Whatever it was I’ll always be grateful for it. The fact that you approached our group and enjoyed talking to us was certainly surprising since we had always planned on it just being a guys' night out for the four of us. We had a great time though. We finally got the group grump to join in and dance his heart out with us. It was maybe a little less fun when the alcohol finally hit him like a truck. He had mostly sat down or stood around the entire night and moving certainly showed him what his limits were with a vengeance. We figured that was the end of the night, quickly paying our tab and getting ready to go home and make sure our guy was okay. But you suddenly grabbed my hand then, just as we were all turning to leave. I honestly couldn’t believe it, almost not managing to say anything at all. But my guys had my back and as soon as you said you’d make sure I got home, there was no discussion as they pushed me towards you and hauled ass out the door. I fucking love those guys. However right then and there all I could think about was you, standing right in front of me, gently pulling me back towards the dance floor.

09:24

They always describe these things as a blur, as the passion overwhelming you as if sweeping you away on a flood. I remember everything though. Every little look you gave me, how you would gently run your hand through my hair when the music slowed down, how closely you came to talk in my ear with the scent of alcohol wafting to my nose as you made sure I heard you. I sure as hell pulled out all the stops, every trick I had in my book to impress you that night. Whatever the song we were out there in the middle of the floor, bouncing with the beat, gyrating with the melody, always as close as possible, always making sure we could feel each other. It was wonderful. I had always loved dancing, but now it was something more, it was our connection to each other. Each step that I led you through, every move that I supported you for, every time I got to show you off to everyone felt absolutely magical, like electricity coursing through my skin. You even made sure it wasn’t about you, pausing as you spun away from me to give me a chance to have my own little solo, to show you and everyone else exactly what my hips could do, just how intricately I could step. It was like the perfect conversation, each move a question to learn about each other, every shake of our heads and sultry look a promise, and every touch an affirmation of the passion we held for each other. I wished it had ended there.

09:25

We had too much of a connection though to let things end there. Soon enough dancing was no longer enough for us, and we pulled each other to some secluded hallway in the club our hands roaming each other as we made our way over. That’s the one thing that I can’t remember, which one of us initiated, or if it had been by some unspoken mutual agreement that fervently made us seek each other in a more intimate way. I can certainly remember that there was no further talking as our lips eagerly met each other, colliding with lust as our tongues immediately intertwined. We broke apart and came back together so many times, our panting and gasping forcing our lips apart, though another type of need brought them back as quickly as possible. The music of the club still carried over to where we were, our hearts beating just as loudly, but your moans of pleasure at my touch, how I gripped your thigh and brought you to me, even as I used my weight to pin you to the wall and force you to feel me, especially the part of me that ached to enter you, so insistently pushing towards your entrance. I was certain that everyone nearby could hear my gasp as you broke our kiss to run your teeth down my neck, forcing my head back so you could nibble and lick at my chest, making me cry out in pleasure at your need to taste me, to have me. Oh and your hands, the way they never ceased to caress my body as if you could commit my entire form to memory through touch alone, that you could claim my self and turn it to only desiring you. At times I certainly think you did. Late at night.

09:25

The fire you lit in me then called to be quenched, the taste of your lips on mine demanding I give in to the searing sensation that ran all along my body. I began to move my hand up, coming up under your dress, finding that you were bare there as if you had been planning this all along, that we had been destined to be there embracing each other in every way we could. My other hand gently stroked your face, the simple desire for our connection making me want something softer also. The way you nuzzled me back, cooing as I caressed your cheek gave me all the certainty I needed, all the confidence I possessed welling up in me, as I came in closer to ask if you were ready, to know if you needed me inside you just as much as I did. The ringing of your phone threatened to break the moment, even as I persisted, the burning sensation spreading lower from my stomach erasing all other concerns from my mind. Not from yours though. You pushed me away, not unkindly, but hurriedly as you reached to answer your phone. I stepped away, certainly disappointed, but sure that what we had would return in just a moment, that nothing would drag you away from me right then. As I closed my eyes for the briefest of moments, simply trying to recenter myself, I heard the earth-shattering words. A simple “bye” delivered with what must have been sympathy, must have been a tinge of regret. That is hard for me to remember. My own shock, which quickly turned to bitterness, tinging that moment forever in my mind. I hadn’t talked to you since. Maybe if I had been faster I could have called out to you, asked for your number, for any way to reach you. I simply stood there though, feeling as if the world had fallen out from under me.

09:25

A stronger man would have simply tried again and perhaps that’s what coming back here had been at first. After a month passed however, I certainly proved myself no strong person, letting my feelings of our moment turn to an angry bitterness, resenting what you had shown and taken from me rather than simply treasuring what we had at that moment. So instead even after I did see you here again, I simply stood by feeling as if you had to come to me as if you owed me something you had never promised. Maybe tonight will be different though. Maybe I can finally just walk down to you and say how much I missed you, how much I had wanted to see you, to speak to you this entire time. Downing my drink I march down to the bar seeing if the proximity to the dance floor will finally get me to do what I should have done this entire time.

This was her favorite club. She had gone here since she was a teen, sneaking in when she had not even been allowed to drink legally. That had been the good part about being friends with one of the bartenders at the time. She didn’t even know why she liked the place, maybe it was the people, maybe the aesthetics, maybe it had just become a habit more then anything. Whatever it was, she still came here. And today was no different. Already a smile on her face as she was let inside and was met with that familiar smell of alcohol, sugar, perfume, but also the sweat of the people dancing on the dance floor. She was wearing her blond hair down, falling in gentle waves over her shoulder. Her make-up was done in a way that accentuated her blue and green eyes and her lips had a nude pink lipstick on them to make them pop just that little bit more. Her outfit was no less impressive. A silver dress that shimmered in the blinding lights of the club and instantly made her the one to notice. Like usual she wore nothing underneath, not liking how her bra would show at the open back of the dress and no underwear either since she didn’t like how the lines showed along her hips underneath the dress. She felt confident that night, like nothing could stop her. She got her first drink, downed it quite quickly and made her way to the dance floor to join the rest of the party. And she was having a good time, an amazing time even, but then she noticed him again. Same spot as always.. up on that balcony, a drink in his hand and his eyes burning a hole into her. She knew who he was, the guy from that other night. She knew that she had stood him up that night, left him hanging at the worst moment. But what else could she have done when she got that call? Surely he would have done the same. When she next saw him she had wanted to apologize, but he had ignored her completely. Perhaps he had been angry with her, and perhaps she understood. But now every time she came to this club, he was just there.. staring down at her. She didn’t even know when he left, but it was always after she had already gone. The only time he had left earlier was when she had found another guy to focus her attention on, but she had gotten bored of him quite quickly. It had just not.. felt right somehow. So when she suddenly saw him move in the corner of her eyes and making his way to the bar she knew this was her chance to call him out on his behavior. To tell him to man up and say what he needed to say. He never got a second drink, so this seemed just perfect. She wiggled herself free from the dance floor and made her way to the bar as well, her heels clicking against the floor. She came up to the bar a little bit away from him and ordered herself a new drink as well, a martini. While the bartender was making it she made her comment, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear. “Done staring at me? If you are that angry at being left hanging you could have just come up and told me.” @Derek

Your sudden pointed question, pierced Liam’s ears, startling him as he was reaching for his drink, an attempt to psyche himself up for the very action you had just demanded from him. With a catch in his throat from the accusation that he had thrown at himself countless times already, Liam looked sideways at you, unwilling to take the full force of your pointed gaze. “I don’t even know your name.” Turning back to his drink and downing it in one rough motion, Liam tried to find the words he had practiced so many times in his head, running through them in an attempt to refine a script for this very moment. If only they hadn’t left him at this very moment. “What do you want me to say? I didn’t know what happened that night. I thought we had something, something good, and suddenly you’re just gone. If you wanted to talk to me, it didn’t occur to you to leave your number or something?” Finally turning to fully face you, his dark jacket askew to reveal his dark silver shirt, the same one that he had worn on the night you approached him. Signaling the bartender for another drink Liam continued, “Sure I’m not going to stand here and pretend that I’m some paragon of courage, but you have to at least see it from my side a little here. For all I knew, I had done something wrong to make you leave so suddenly, and maybe this makes me a coward but I’m not a fan of trying to spill my guts to someone only to have them instantly shoot me down.” blankspace

11:58

“You look gorgeous again by the way,” Liam said, a little reticent after his outburst, awkwardly taking in your accented eyes, his cool blue-grey staring into your blue and green mix. “I’m sorry for not coming up to you, but stuff like this has always been hard for me. That’s not a good reason I know, but the night you came over to me and my friends? That was magical. I couldn’t imagine something like that happening again to me.” With a rueful smile, Liam shrugged, acknowledging his own weakness but not having an answer for it. “I have to ask though if you wanted me to come to you why didn’t you just talk to me? You’ve obviously seen me hang around here before.”

11:58

@Nakachu

She didn't even turn at first to meet his eyes. Just watched his movements from the very corners of her view as her drink got handed to her. She swirled it in the glass, watching the little lemon move in the same motions. Only once he seemed to turn to her did she do the same, leaning on that bar with her elbow causing her hip to stick out a small bit. She let him say his part, choosing to not interrupt him with her own answers. The truth was that she was angry, even now that he admitted to just not being good at this sort of thing. She had been working herself up to this meeting for a good while now and it had just caused all those bottled up emotions to bubble to the surface. In the end she scoffed, her mind focusing on the last part of what he said. "Yeah, I noticed you staring at me for hours. Makes you very easy to approach." She said in a sarcastic way. She brought her glass to her lips and took a generous sip, leaving a bit of that peachy pink lipstick behind on the glass. She stayed silent for a moment, her eyes turning back to her glass instead of on him and her face mellowing out for a moment. Her mind going back to that night. It had been special, there had been something between them, he was not wrong there. But he had not heard the other end of that phone call. She took a deep breath and then ran her hand through her hair, making it tumble around her shoulders all over again and out of her face. "Look.. I normally don't go around telling this to people, but I guess I owe you an explanation." She started, her eyes still avoiding his. She hated saying this out loud, the pity it drew from people. She didn't want their pity. "My mother is chronically ill. A serious metabolic illness. She often gets hospitalized and we never know when it might be the last one. That phone call was my dad calling me that the ambulance was coming to pick her up again." She explained taking a deep breath. "I knew she was having a bad day and I went clubbing anyway." She chuckled to herself in an obvious guilt fueled thought. Only then did she look back up to meet his gaze. "So yeah. I am sorry. I choose my mom over a guy in a club I had met that night. And leaving a number was just not on my mind in that moment." The last bit again a bit sarcastic, she couldn't help it. "Ooh and my name is Marissa by the way." @Derek

“Well that certainly makes me an ass huh?” Liam said with a sigh, shifting uncomfortably as her eyes turned back to him. “Yeah, that makes a hell of a lot of sense.” Liam continued, taking a sip of his drink as he mulled over the explanation he had been given. “I really wish I had something better to say here other than ‘yeah you’re right Marissa.’ I’d leave too if something happened to my mom and I certainly wouldn’t have some random stranger on my mind either.” “So I’m sorry. For the staring, for what I just said, everything.” Liam apologized his eyes downcast and his mouth squirming as he said the words. Looking straight at her he continued “Thank you though. You didn’t have to tell me that. Whatever I was feeling, you didn’t owe me anything and I can tell that sharing that wasn’t easy, and I certainly didn’t make it any easier.” “Here, mind if I sit down and get you another drink, Marissa? I get it if you don’t really want to spend another night with me, but I did mean it when I said the time we had together was magical.” Gentle and earnest, Liam simply looked at her with a little wry smile as he let go of his bitterness, something he knew he should have never had in the first place. “So if you want why don’t we start over some? I don’t really want to wipe away that first night, but maybe I can give you a good reason to give me another one.” He finished, no expectations on his face, just a gentle hope that she would and a simple acceptance of whatever she chose.

12:51

@Nakachu

She sighed a bit when he called himself an ass. That was not fair either was it? He had not known what that phone call was about. For a moment she just thought herself into that situation, being left at the last minute, not even a why or how or anything. She guessed she would have been pissed too.. So she took a deep breath and just forced herself into a smile. “Look. I am sorry too. Leaving like that.. was not fair to you. I should have said something and I had been planning to apologize about it. It just..” she chuckled awkwardly. “You didn’t make it easy when you were staring down at me from a balcony like you wished death upon me.” He said to him. When he offered to buy her another drink she considered it for a moment before she patted the stool next to her. “Alright big guy. You win.” She said to him with a smile on her face. “Let’s start over then. I warn you though, I am no fun till my fourth drink and this is only my second. Anything sweet will work for me.” She chuckled at him. She was trying to lighten the mood a bit again. No more heavy talk, no more apologizing. If they were going to do this.. she wanted it to be fun and happy. She had enough sourness at home. But she would lie if a small part of her was not glad that they had worked this out. She had fun that other night. There had been a spark between them. Enough for her to pull him to the dance floor, enough for her to tell him to stay with her. Despite the way she liked clubbing and the way she dressed when she did, she did not often go home with a guy. So what they had done.. it was special even to her. “So.. you know my name now. Can I know yours?” @Derek

“It’s Liam,” he said, chuckling a little as he got their drinks. “Tequila sunrise then? I’ve always been partial myself and they certainly are sweet. And, if we need to get a couple more into you to show me your ‘fun’ side, they do go down easier than a margarita.” Clinking their drinks together after she accepted, “To trying again and to feeling that perfect spark.” Finally relaxing for the first time tonight, the first time at this club since she had left, Liam settled down on the seat next to Marissa. “So what made you pick this club anyway? My friend Curt was the one who chose for us and he just said it was hopping, which I certainly agreed with, but you come here often enough, you must have some reason.” Liam asked, a crooked smile as he tried to bring the mood up himself. @Nakachu

“Liam..” She let his name roll off her tongue and pass by her lips. She made it almost sound sweet the way that she said it. A soft chuckle accompanied it as well, like the mere fact she knew it now amused her. And it actually did. She had wondered about his names a few times. Many options had come to her mind, but Liam had never been an option that she had considered. “Tequila sunrise sounds wonderful.” She said as she finished her martini and let him order her next drink. This was better, way easier then having him stare down at her as she danced. It was not quite to the point where they had been before, but they might be getting there. The setting was different after all, a bit of awkward tension still remaining in the middle of them. Neither did they have the people around them that had accompanied them the first time they had found each other. But it was a start and perhaps with two more drinks, they could find that spark he seemed to eager to talk about. “Habit..” she admitted straight away. “Came here as a teen, stuck around in my twenties.” She chuckled a bit. “I tried other clubs, but it just didn’t feel right. I guess I made my little home here. I am what they call a ‘regular’.” And perhaps it was exactly that reason she liked the club too. She knew everyone who worked here. She knew the bouncers, she knew the bartenders. She felt safe. Like if something bad were to happen to her that they would step in to help her, take her side. Maybe that was also why she had never said anything about him staring her down before. @Derek

“Damn you came here as a teen? I was just getting drunk at friends' houses at that age. I guess there was that time on the cruise when I got drunk with my mom at that tourist trap bar, but they didn’t even card so it doesn’t feel like the same.” Liam grinned, happy that she was letting her guard down some and relaxing also. Breaking the ice had never been his strong point, her coming up to him last time had been a godsend, but they were at least making some headway toward each other. The warmth of the alcohol of his third drink certainly helped, lighting his skin on fire as the warmth loosened his limbs and inhibitions. And also affected his balance. Honestly, it was do or die time now, any more drinks and his dancing was going to turn into a horrendous crapshoot of either amazing or just falling. “So I know you said you had a four drink minimum, but maybe we have a quick shot and hit the floor? That’s how we got closer last time and it isn’t like we can’t tal-shout on the dance floor or catch up later. We finally know each other’s names so I’m pretty sure I can manage to come up to you on my own if we need a next time.” Liam said, sliding off his seat and holding his hand out to Marissa while fanning himself with his coat. It might not be the right move, but it was at least a move and he felt that not waiting for the perfect move here, but just showing her that he did want to make a move, that he wanted to be with her was the best thing he could do here. @Nakachu

“I knew the bartender.. and that had it’s perks.” She chuckled at him. She once more brought her hand up to brush her blonde hair away from her face and behind her ear as her eyes danced between him and the drink in her hand. “Besides, I have always been quite.. blessed for my age.” She said, motioning to her chest area. “Which never made anyone question me.” She explained a bit. His suggestion to hurry up their drinking made her look up at him. “Quite eager all of a sudden, arn’t we?” She teased him, a small knock to how he had not approached her for weeks before this. Yet she took his hand and slid herself down as well, her hand coming to her back to make sure her dress did not ride up to reveal the bareness underneath. She tapped her hand on the bar to grab the bartenders attention and made a motion with her hand to indicate a shot long with two fingers. It didn’t take him long to fill them to tequila shots, complete with lime and a salt shaker. She took them and handed one to him before licking her hand and pouring some salt on the back of it. She motioned for him to do the same before placing the salt shaker back on the bar. “Ready?” She chuckled softly before counting them down and throwing back her shot. It burned going down, making her eyes water slightly, but she loved it. She licked the salt of her hand right after and finally bit into the lemon. The combination of it causing her to shake her head, making her hair wave around her. “Woo!” She said, feeling the hit of it. “Well come on!” She took his hand and would pull him into the crowd. She didn’t even care that half the song was already over. She simply threw her hands in the air and started to sway her hips in front of him. @Derek

Pointedly ignoring the comment about her chest, because oh yes he had certainly noticed, Liam smirked at Marissa's barb about his sudden turnabout. “Hey, you’ve only seen one side, maybe two. For all you know I’m usually quite eager.” He said, with a wry little smirk, before throwing the tequila shot back like a pro, leaving the salt and lime on the table in a show of manliness, immediately undercut by the sudden coughing he couldn’t quite contain. His eyes still burning a bit, Liam laughed as Marissa led him onto the dance floor, joining in with her sudden excitement. As she threw her arms up, he moved behind her to support her as she wildly swayed back and forth to the beat, the nervous energy they had shared only a couple of moments ago transforming into a wild fervor that led them back and forth across the dance floor. Her dress shimmered in the light as if all of them had been trained on her to highlight her brilliance, his own darker outfit simply there to showcase hers, as if his entire purpose tonight had been to parade her to the crowd around them. Her blonde hair seemed like it soared through the air as she moved, occasionally mixing with his brown curls when she rested her head against his body, mixing together as if showing the two what could be, what Liam hoped would be.

11:31

Being back here, doing this with her, made this last month worth it, all the angst burned away in this moment of sheer delight, Liam and Marissa coming together and letting their bodies mesh when the music turned slower and energetically twirling each other when the tempo increased. Every touch they shared made his skin tingle, each move that she smiled at lit a fire in his stomach, and the times they came together Liam almost refused to let go, even as the dance demanded it. This is what he had wanted all this time, the connection they had shared coming back as if it had never left. Feeling emboldened by the drink in his system and captivated by Marissa’s beauty Liam couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss as the latest song ended.

11:31

@Nakachu

This had always been her spot, her place. The dance floor is where Marissa felt alive. It was the place where she could put everything that was happening at home to the side. It was where she didn’t have to worry about her mother’s next hospital trip, she didn’t need to think about her job that she hated but needed to pay the bills that were racking up fast. Nothing like that existed here. Just music and lights.. and today, him. So she seemed shameless as she danced. She didn’t seem to care about who looked at her. If she did, she had picked entirely the wrong dress to wear. Instead she marveled in the looks that she was given from people around her. But even that did not seem to matter in that moment. She wanted his attention. She wanted that same look of desire that he had given her the first time they met. She wanted that feeling back he had given her, like she was the most precious jewel in the world. So she dipped down to the floor, she pressed herself into him, ground herself against him. And when he started to join her and lead her, she let him. The music had just died down at the and of the song when she turned towards him with a smile on her face, only to be met by the sudden lean in from his side. It took her by surprise for only a moment before she leaned back into him as well. Their lips crashing into one another just as the next song started to blast from the speakers, but she did not let that distract her. She simply let their lips stay connected as she walked them out of the crowd that was starting to rev themselves up for that next song till they both met a wall. Only then did she deeper that kiss, open her lips to invite him in. Her hands coming around him and grabbing into those brown curls as she hummed into his mouth. @Derek

Liam was elated as Marissa reciprocated his desire, needing to push into him just as much as he needed to pull her closer. The feel of her hungry lips on his was like water being given to a parched man, the sheer sensation of having her close to him delivering everything he had wanted that first night. He simply savored the feeling as she walked him out of the crowd, Liam having absolutely no objections to moving somewhere more private. Feeling his back meet a wall, any more thoughts were driven away by Marissa’s mouth opening wider, an invitation that Liam eagerly accepted, driving his tongue deeper to meet hers, letting them intertwine as her hands ran through his hair, causing him to emit a moan from the depths of his chest. Breaking the kiss just for a moment, Liam led Marissa to one of the booths that lined the wall, the shadows that lined the club affording them more privacy than the wall next to the dance floor. Settling in he drug her into her lap, stroking her soft thighs as she straddled him, pulling her back to him so as to rejoin their lips, needing to feel every inch of her he could. Running his hands up Marissa, Liam slowly took in everything about her. He softly squeezed her hips with one hand as he gently ran the other up her side, his nails ghosting over the material until it reached the back of her head and threaded into her hair. “This almost feels like a dream,” Liam said in between kisses, “Any moment I feel as if I’m going to wake up and you’ll never have been her at all, even the first night we met just something I thought up.” He tenderly pulled her head back to kiss along her jawline, each just barely touching as he moved to the next one, before coming back up for another deep kiss. @Nakachu

Her invitation didn’t go unanswered as he too opened his lips and brought his tongue forward to meet hers. The let them tangle with each other almost right away, liking the subtle taste of tequila that was still lingering in his mouth. She tilted her head just a small bit as she hummed along with him. The wall had only been a temporary stop as he was the one who would pull her along further into the club and away from the dance floor. The lights were less bright here, the darkness offering more privacy then they had before. As he pulled her into his lap, making him straddle him she had to reach for the back of her dress to make sure she kept it down. As she sat down against him she could feel her bare sex rubbing against his jeans and it made her sigh out deep against him as he reinitiated that kiss. Her hand came to his cheek, the other landing on his shoulder. As their tongues once more dances around one another she could feel that hand exploring her body, his nails so gentle against the fabric that it made goosebumps on her skin. It made her press her hips into him more and curve her back slightly in him, smiling as he snaked his hand up into her hair. “How flattering that you would think I am an figment of your imagination.” She chuckled softly as she teased him. She closed her eyes as he started to kiss along her jaw, moving her head to the side a small bit to give him space. His lips felt good, so much softer then you would expect. She once more felt her dress threatening to move up from how he was moving his hands on her and her hand came down to move it down again. She had picked the wrong dress for that night. “Careful.. you are going to make me flash the whole club.” She said to him with a chuckle before he pulled her into a deepened kiss again. This time she would give him more of a moan as they kissed and as they pulled back she would take his bottom lip between her teeth and pull it slightly. “I am glad I yelled at you.” @Derek

“I certainly am too,” Liam replied, turning to kiss the palm caressing his cheek, smiling as he turned back to Marissa. “It’s certainly better than hoping my imagination could get even a tenth of you right,” he quipped, pulling her hair back to get a better vantage point for her neck, kissing there harder this time, relishing in her closeness as she straddled and pushed her body into him. “However, this talk about flashing the club…” Liam began as his hand began to slip under her dress, finding the lack of anything besides her smooth skin there. “Well I’ll just take it as you deciding that you were ready for me then,” he continued, shifting Marissa to the side slightly so that everything wouldn’t be readily shown, but still using his other hand to pull the short dress up. Using his other arm, Liam pulled her closer to him, forcing her head to his shoulder while her ample chest pressed into his own torso. Moaning himself he began to grope and kneed the ample rear she had, determined to leave fingerprints and mark her as his tonight. Simply pausing to savor the moment, Liam simply looked at Marissa as he continued to feel her. How she looked nestled up to him, his fingers splayed in her blonde hair that was turning a little wild now with the heat from the club and his own rough treatment of it. Felt her hand tightly grip his shoulder, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his skin, the feeling accumulating in his chest until they wrenched another deep moan from him. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, needing the intimacy of the moment to last, while his hand began to move lower now, seeking her sex, an ache gathering in his body now. @Nakachu

The kisses in her neck made her inhale sharper. She was sensitive there, had always been that way. If you wanted to drive her crazy, aiming for her neck was the way to go with Marissa. She hummed into the air again as she felt the slight warmth and wetness that his mouth left on her skin. And that feeling only continued as she felt his hand explore underneath her dress and finding the lack of underwear there. “Well, I’ll just take it as you deciding that you were ready for me then.” She couldn’t help the soft chuckle. “Hmm, don’t give yourself that much credit stalker boy.” She teased him. “I just don’t like the look of panty lines..” she told him. Yet he shifted her in a way that made sure that her dress would cover her plenty as he pulled her into him. She would wrap her arms a bit closer around him, her hands landing on his shoulders and part of his neck. She didn’t fight him as he pulled her head towards his shoulder. When his hand started to grab into her rear she moved her hips deeper into him. The fabric of his jeans feeling rough against her naked sex, but she kind off liked it. She tried to pull herself back up, but his hand kept her pressed against his shoulder. So instead she just turned her head slightly and this time it was her turn to kiss at his neck. She used her tongue to press against his skin, tasting the slight saltiness of it in her mouth. All the while she kept moving her hips slightly into him, grinding in his lap. Anyone in the club that cared to turn to the couple would know exactly what was going on between the two of them, but Marissa could care less. She could feel him searching, his hand wandering further places. In her mind she was shouting at him. Hurry, faster. Touch me. but she said none of those words out loud. Yet she was aching for him, already aroused. Reminded of the night they had shared together and with the aid of alcohol in her system. If he did reach her sex he would find her already wet, a gently layer of wetness hidden between her lips for him to explore and play with. @Derek

“Well I can’t deny that your ass has looked fabulous tonight,” Liam groaned out, the feel of Marissa’s lips on his neck driving him wild. Her scent was beginning to fill his nose now too, like every part of her being was working to envelop every last one of his senses, making sure that there would be nothing left to feel, nothing left in his existence but her. “I think we might have to work on that ‘stalker boy’ nickname though,” he said, pausing in his indulgent touch of her rear to deliver a quick swat, jolting her hips even further into his own. The wet heat left on his pants spoke to her own desire, her own need to reconnect with Liam, but there was no way he was going to pass this up. “However, I think I might have been a little closer to the truth than you were willing to admit Marissa,” Liam smirked, his hand slowly ghosting towards Marissa’s eager and waiting sex, Liam making sure to take agonizingly long, making Marissa lift her hips for him in an unspoken request to finally indulge her. So he did, stroking his fingers along her swollen lips, the juices of her womanhood already coating them in her arousal. The feel of being so near her core, of not just being here but being wanted here, was making Liam’s chest alight with lust and desire, his own breath becoming hot and heavy as his arousal clouded his thoughts, making him want nothing else but to feel Marissa in every way she would let him. As his fingers danced around her sex, gently dipping into her slit before darting upward to find her rapidly stiffening clit, Liam rested his head upon Marissa’s their bodies undulating together in the shared pleasure, the squirming of her body causing Liam to writhe in kind, the leather of the seat creaking along with the throes of pleasure the couple was in. “Please, Marissa… touch me. Touch me too, I need you to be closer to me, to feel you as deeply as I thought I felt you before, as deeply as I’ve dreamed of every night since then.” Letting go of her hair he brought her head back for another kiss, this one full of sloppy fiery desire, his mouth playing over hers, his teeth dragging against her lips in an animalistic whine. His own hips were beginning to buck now, the unspoken need of his body simply pouring out now, as his fingers plunged deeper into Marissa’s core, seeking the same fire within her that felt like it was going to consume Liam whole. @Nakachu

The moment he made the first contact with her sex she couldn’t help the shuddering breath that left her. It was that touch she had craved from him for so long. To finally have it.. was just something else entirely. She could instantly feel him find that wetness that had been building between her lips, gathering it up and moving it around to make his job even easier. And he didn’t stop there.. soon pressing his fingers into her and even finding that small nub at the top of her sex that had been eagerly waiting for him to find it. Small moans started to escape her as she moved her hips into his hand. She grabbed into him tighter. Fuck he felt good. The right balance between gentle and demanding, between needy and patient. It was already slowly driving her insane before he whispered into her that he needed her touch as well. Her hand soon moved in between them, moving her hips back just enough to give herself space to reach him. Her grip finding that bulge and shape of his erection in her jeans and rubbing over it eagerly as he kissed her. She returned that kiss just as sloppy as he had started it. Their tongues finding each other and not seeming to be willing to let go of another, needing the intense taste of one another. Even their teeth coming into play as they both seemed to be fighting for dominance. When she finally broke that kiss she mostly did it because she needed to take a breath as a result of how deep her pushed his fingers into her, the slight curve in them pressing against a spot inside her that made her grab around him. “Not here..” she then said to him, but it was not a rejection, just a relocation. She got up from his lap, leaving his fingers on his leg, coated in her juices. She pulled her dress a bit more down before taking her arm and pulling him along with her. There was a stage at the back of the club that was sometimes used for bands to play. Tonight however there was no band and she knew it was the perfect place, dark and hidden away. She quickly eyes around to make sure none of the security were looking before she pulled them around the curtain. Behind it was a space about 1,5 meters wide till there was another wall. A long stretch all the way across the stage. “Much better..” she said before she pressed herself against him once more. Her hands instantly moved to his belt and started to undo it with eager hands. The sound of the metal moving was music to her ears and the sound of his zipper soon followed. She wasted almost no time in pressing it down his hips and letting her hand dive into his boxers and wrapping her fingers around him. Her other hand pulled down his boxers so it was sitting under his balls so she could stroke him freely. “Hmm.. well hello there.” She said in a happy purr as she felt the size of him. @Derek

Liam couldn’t help but let a slight whine of displeasure escape his lips as Marissa got off of him. Wanting to go to a different place was understandable, if Liam was thinking clearly he would have even suggested it, but right now his thoughts were about nothing but trying to reach Marissa’s inner core. But some small thought of reason won out, letting Marissa pull him towards a more private location, though he barely registered where they were going, his thoughts and vision focused on the slight slip of fabric that shielded his gaze from where he had been only moments ago. With the pulsing bright lights he could even see the glistening remains of the juices that had intoxicated him more than any drink just heartbeats ago and the temptation to reach out and resume his play was a devilish thought at the front of his mind. However, it wasn’t long before Marissa reached her goal of a quieter, darker, place for them to relish in each other’s forms, and she wasted no time in finally granting Liam’s passioned request to be felt. His sharp intake of breath as her small hands wrapped around his girth, the smooth feel of her hands as she started to stroke him only reinvigorating the blazing heat radiating from it. “Mmmmmh,” was the only sound Liam could make as Marissa purred her excitement at his size, Liam already beginning to buck into her hands at the prospect of picking up where they left off. With a deep breath to steel himself, the warm air helping fight for dominance against the pounding music and overwhelming pleasure of Marissa’s touch. “I think it’s finally time I get to see all of you now,” Liam growled, his voice husky and low with the heat boiling in his body. Reaching up to her shoulders, he began to slide the straps of her dress off, tenderly peeling the outfit off of her, revealing her amazingly sexy body one part at a time. Her full breasts sprang free with a little effort, the pale white skin a mosaic of colors as the club’s lights broke through the cracks in the curtain in fragments, painting her as if she was stained glass, her stiff darkened nipples the centerpiece of the picture. Liam continued to undress the soft curve of her stomach next to show itself, the soft skin there, warm and inviting, her belly button an adorable accent that called to his lips. Finally removing the dress called for the removal of Marissa’s hands from Liam’s sex, a disappointing prospect for the both of them, but a price Liam was certainly willing to pay for the prize of seeing Marissa’s entire nude body. With one last final motion, the dress dropped away, pooling around her heels as she stood bare in the club’s air. Wordlessly Liam surged forward, his mouth seeking the stiff peaks of her bosom as if they had been calling him to them all night, his tongue running over the sharp tips, as his teeth began to lightly nibble at them. Liam’s hand ran all down her back, frantic in how they sought to feel all of her at the same time, seeking every inch of her but unable to decide where to linger. @Nakachu

With that curtain now keeping them shielded from the eyes on anyone in the club, it seemed that neither of them were willing to wait any longer. As she stroked his length in her hand she felt his hands starting to roam over her body. They reached for the zipper at her back and pulled it down to let it fall down her body. It took him almost no time at all the work it down her body and reveal all of her to him. He would find her body to be almost flawless. A few small beauty marks on her skin was the only thing that disturbed the white of it. Faint tan lines just barely visible in the dim lighting that spoke of the small bikini’s the liked to wear during the summer. It seemed that the club was not the only place she liked to show off her body. As she had to let him go for him to let it drop to the ground. The dress, that was heavy from the amount of sequin sown into it, hit the ground with a thud and pooled around her heels. As he pressed forward and instantly closed his mouth around her nipples she couldn’t help but moan out softly into the air. Her body starting to heat up once more and she stared ahead of her, yet didn’t fully register what she was seeing. His teeth grazing over it drove her crazy. She grabbed into his shoulder and let one hand go into his hair as he pressed her chest into him. Her nails digging softly into his skin as his hands moved to feel all of her body. The bare skin contact was something that she had not know she had needed, but goddamn did she need it and much more. Her hands started to pull at his shirt as he worked, getting ready to pull it off him the moment he let his mouth lose connection to her breast. @Derek

Liam could feel Marissa’s hands moving over him, her nails digging in from the pleasure he was giving her along with the insistent tugging at his shirt in a desire to have his state of dress match hers. He loathed to part from her breasts though, the soft sensation they gave off in his hands, the wonderful taste and feel of her nipples in his mouth, and certainly the soft low moans his work was causing all made him want to stay right here, right now. However, he wanted more just as surely as he did, so he finally acquiesced and parted from her bosom. Standing up straight he let his hands simply rest on her hips, letting his fingers form soft indents there as her own went to work unbuttoning his shirt. Her long fingers sensually ran down the front of his shirt, Marissa taking the time to let her hands glide over his chest along the way. Finally, his dress shirt was removed, pooling at his feet much like her dress, as Liam shook his brown curls free and let them cascade down his back and shoulders. “Well, now it’s time for the final part huh?” Liam said a lustful gleam in his eyes as he began to kick off his shoes and finish the work Marissa had already begun with his pants. Standing naked there with her, the dull thump of the club’s music in the background with the partial illumination of the lights the only means to see each other, was like a magical moment out of a fairytale, something that seemed like an impossible painting come to life. But it was real, she was here, and the desire and need they both had for each other was stark in their body language. Stepping back nice and closer to her, his member brushing against Marissa’s stomach from the nearness of the embrace, Liam let his hand run up her body one more time before resting on her cheek. His thumb softly playing with her plump lips, a sly smirk worked its way back onto Liam’s face as his hand went to her shoulder and began to softly yet insistently guide her to her knees. “What can I say? I want to see those entrancing lips show me what they can do.” @Nakachu

She did not take long at all the start and peel his shirt away from him. Her hands quick and nimble like she had done it a thousand times before. Those buttons held no secrets for her and she easily undid them. Once she did she eagerly shoved it down his shoulders and tossed it to the side. Her hands would roam over his chest as it was revealed, her fingers feeling the ridges of the muscles there and the bit of hair that decorated it. She didn't mind it.. she liked a man with a little bit of body hair. She let him do the rest while she just let her eyes feast on his form. She took everything of him in and he was everything she had been hoping was under there and more. He was quite handsome, more handsome then his clothing might suggest at first. "Well, now it's time for the final part huh?" he said to her as his eyes were practically fucking her already. "Already?" she teased him like she thought he was very eager, but the truth was that she could not wait to get started either. She had been about to lean back into him and kiss him again, letting her hand fall back to his length before he beat her to it. He pressed into her, his length pushing into her stomach before he tugged at her shoulders to guide her down. "What can I say? I want to see those entrancing lips show me what they can do." She couldn't help the soft chuckle from her lips, yet she let herself fall to her knees anyway. Her hand back around him she pulled back his foreskin to reveal the pink smooth head of his manhood. "And here I was expecting you to be such a selfless lover." she teased him a small bit, though her bodylanguage spoke of how she didn't mind. She leaned forward to let her tongue run over his head, making a little circle around the tip of him. "As long as you do me after.." She pulled him up and then ran her tongue from the very base of him to his top. Her tongue flat around him as she tasted that slightly salty skin of his length. Once she reached the tip she spit on him to make him slippery before closing her mouth around him, his head falling past those plump lips that he seemed to love so much. She hummed softly, the vibrations of her voice aiding in what she was doing. "Hmm.. such a big dick." she chuckled at him. "I wonder how much I can take of you." the seductive quality of her voice meant to drive him crazy. @Derek

“I might not be totally selfless but I’m certainly not too selfish to return the fav-” Liam’s quip was cut short by a sharp intake of breath as Marissa’s tongue ran the full length of his shaft, the warm wet feeling of her tongue sending waves of pleasure up from his groin, causing goosebumps to flare upon his skin at the overwhelming sensation. A long and low moan was the only continuation he could muster as she continued, taking his dick inside that sexy mouth of hers, the soft hum she made deepening the sensations beyond that of just the skin. Liam’s breath was already heavy after the earlier foreplay in the booth and the sight of her naked in front of him had caused anything put to rest by the short walk to get here to quickly flare up. So as Marissa asked how much she could take of him, her voice dripping like honey as the words left her mouth, each syllable crafted to land on Liam’s ears like a siren call, it was all he could do not to simply answer “all of it,” and shove his sex as deeply as it would go down her throat. Instead, he simply returned his hand to the top of her head where it threaded through her hair for the second time that night. Slowly pulling her closer, simply trying to encourage her to be more active and aggressive with her motions, Liam managed to growl out,” I’m pretty sure a woman as fantastic as you has the ability to surprise me. Why don’t you see if you can take my girth all the way?” It was phrased like a playful suggestion as if it was no big deal if she couldn’t or even if she wouldn’t. But the deep husky quality of Liam’s voice undercut that suggestion from the start and the dark lustful gleam in his eyes spoke to how deeply he desired her at this moment, how it seemed like everything he had recently dreamed of was right in front of him and about to come true. @Nakachu

Her eyes would stay on him the entire time as she bobbed her head up and down slowly. She wanted to see that pleasure play on his face that she was giving him, wanted to see how much sound she could pull from him with just her mouth and one hand. As he put his hand on the back of her and grabbed into her hair, she would moan into his length. Those small pushes pulling her into him deeper, his hips moving just slightly to encourage the same. She slowly started to take him deeper, his tip tickling against the back of her throat multiple times, still holding him back from her gag reflex. Her hand would give attention to the base of him for now, jerking that part of his manhood. And then she dipped deeper once, letting him go past that point and making her gag softly around him. She held him there for a moment more before she pulled back with a deep gasp, a string of saliva between his tip and her lip. She couldn’t help the bit of a proud smile as she brought her hand forward and coated him in the thicker spit that she had left on him. She even added the bit that was still in her mouth as well. She then rang her tongue around him again before popping one of his balls in her mouth and massaging it with her tongue. She pulled back, sucking softly before letting it pop out of her mouth and fall back. “Hmmm..” she hummed with a naughty smile on her face as she put her lips back against his tip. “You should fuck my face..” taking him back into her mouth and putting her hands against his upper legs to get herself ready. @Derek

Marissa’s skills with her mouth were quickly proving to be everything that Liam had desired. The way that she lovingly looked up at him while bobbing up and down, the sweet sounds and feel of the moans that so sensually poured from her mouth. He began to stroke her cheek with his thumb as she went to work, his hips moving along with her to force himself deeper, desiring to have all of her that he could. He nearly released as she went as far as she could, her throat convulsing with the effort and eyes lightly teary with the intrusion. When she pulled away, her beaming smile showing just how proud she was of taking his girth so well. Liam couldn’t even muster something to say as she paused, her deep breaths causing her breasts to heave and shake so tantalizingly and simply stroked her head some more, a gesture unable to show just how much he wanted to say, but currently the only way he had of showing it. Liam was certainly pleasantly surprised when she asked him to fuck her face, her naughty smile, and eagerness showing as she pressed closely to him, bracing herself for the rougher treatment she so desired. “You joked that I wasn’t as selfless as you thought, but that wasn’t a complaint was it? I think you’ve been wanting me to use you however I please, not just today, but every day we’ve seen each other than the first huh?” Liam remarked, cocky smile covering his face as he settled both hands on her head. Without waiting for a reply he thrust his sex forward, going deeper in one thrust than she had taken him yet, the lube she had so lovingly applied letting him glide forward. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden change in his attitude, but he didn’t relent as he delivered the face fucking she had asked for, the sounds of his pounding beginning to war with the club's music in the small space they were hiding. He tightly gripped Marissa’s head as he thrust in and out, taking full control of her movements as he used her mouth just as he pleased, reveling in the warm and soft feeling of it. @Nakachu

Perhaps he was right. Marissa loved a rough treatment, especially when she had been drinking. And with the speed at which they had consumed, the majority of it was now truly starting to hit her. She had just smiled up at him with her eyes for his question, her tongue pressed forward underneath him when he began the treatment she had asked for. Without much hesitation he would push himself deep into he throat. Her eyes did indeed widen in shock, the tears gathering in her eyes as she gagged around him. He pulled back on her, only to thrust himself back in. It didn't take long for the sloppy and gagging sounds to fill the air. Anyone walking to close to those curtains would not need to think twice to know what they were. It didn't take long for thick globs of her spit to run down her lips and chin as well as his length. Finally she pressed off his legs and pulled back. The moment he left her mouth she gasped for a deep tug of air. The first tears running down her face as she caught her breath. Yet she didn't seem displeased at all. Instead she grabbed a hold of him and smeared that that saliva over his entire length with her hand. Her other wiping her chin and adding to it as she stroked him with both hands. Once she had caugth her breath and her coughing had calmed she once more took him into her mouth, pushing him deep down her throat on her own accord as she let him once more take control. @Derek

Liam may have never done this of his own accord but there was no way he could deny that he was enjoying this. For at least a minute the only sensation he felt, the only thoughts he indulged in were simply about the feeling of pounding this woman’s throat, his hands gripping her head as tightly as he could, his hips slamming back and forth as he moaned his pleasure, his feeling of conquest out loud. He tensed for a brief minute as Marissa pulled back though her deep gasp for air spoke of the need for such an action, but even as she ran her hand back over him, the burning feeling in his chest and sex demanded that the return to what he’d just been doing. The sight of her plunging back down over his girth of her own desire was certainly enough of a reward for his patience however, the limp feeling of her head back in his hands as she relinquished control back to him, inviting him to use her just as he pleased again. So how could he refuse? Once more he tightly gripped her hair and thrust with the force she had come to expect, come to desire. Ignoring the immediate gagging that followed he plowed her throat with wild abandon, this time seeking his release with a single-minded desire that would not be deterred by anything. Someone could have opened the curtain on them in that instant and nothing would’ve stopped Liam from seeking his release. So he relentlessly continued, Marissa's tears, gagging, spit, and moans only serving to egg him on, a replacement for the begging that she surely would’ve vocalized if her mouth hadn’t otherwise been occupied. It didn’t take more than a couple minutes of rough thrusting along with the feeling of having a fantasy fulfilled beyond his wildest desires to make Liam cum, shooting rope after rope down Marissa’s abused throat, holding her in place as deeply as she would go as he did. @Nakachu

That second time was even more rough then the first. The hold he had on her hair, not giving her a single break as he ravaged her throat. She tried to take a breath anytime she remotely could before he pressed himself deeper into her still. At this point the tears were streaming down her face, ruining her make-up. The gags starting to get less as her body got used to it, but it was still constricting around his tip every time it was forced down her throat. Thick globs of saliva were dripping down his length and her chin as he body was producing it in an attempt to aid the intrusion down to her stomach. Yet it would never get there. The sounds coming from her throat starting to sound more wet and sloppy every time he pushed himself in. And just as she had felt like she could no longer take it, that she needed a break to breath and cough and recover he was ready for his release. Without a warning he suddenly pressed himself further into her then he had before. Pulling at her hair till her nose was pressed against his stomach. She gagged around him violently, coughing with him in her mouth as small puffs of air were forced past him. Saliva dropped down her lips and into the ground between his feet. His cum shot right down to her stomach, depositing itself deep within her. She endured it as long as she could before she pushed off him. She instantly collapsed to the ground as she gasped for air and coughed up all the saliva that had gone down her throat. She took almost a minute of that before she managed to get herself back into her knees. But when she did she smiled up at him, her make-up ruined on her face, black streaks down her cheeks and her lipstick everywhere but her lips. She was still panting, but it as clear that she was not mad or angry about what had just happened. She would lean sit down on her rear and then lean back so she was on her elbow behind her. Spreading her legs wide she looked up at him with a wicked grin. “I believe it is my turn.” She said biting down on her lip in mischief. @Derek

“Indeed it certainly is, after all what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t return a favor that wonderful feeling,” Liam joked, half bowing to Marissa before tying his hair back and getting down on his knees in between her legs. How she had practically begged him to use her made Liam think that even while he was going down on her, she might like it a little rough. But he was as sure as hell going to savor the experience still. Leaning down, Liam didn’t immediately dive for her sex, but instead began at her inner thigh, slowly placing large, sensual kisses as he worked his way up. He let his hands roam her outer thighs, starting light and trailing up to her stomach as well, enjoying the squirming fit it triggered from Marissa. As he got closer and closer to his glistening prize however, his hands began to bend her legs back a bit, going farther and farther until her thighs were pinned to the ground by his large rough hands. Smirking at her obvious anticipation he blew her a little kiss before smirking and starting to tease the outside of her folds. Her desire for more was obviously apparent in the shimmering juices that had already poured out of her, coating the glistening prize that Liam was lusting after. After running his tongue thoroughly around her outsides, he began to push deeper into Marissa, lapping up her juices as one of his hands came down to gently rub at her clit. Moaning into her at his own pleasure in going down on Marissa, Liam began to up the intensity, alternating between pushing deeper with his tongue and coming up to join his hand in playing with her clit. @Nakachu

The music was still changing around them. Going from rough hard beats, to slower songs. The lights forever changing behind that curtain and illuminated them in greens and purples and blues. It made this whole situation even more entertaining to her. Knowing that they were just one curtain pull away from being discovered and kicked from the club. Because even if grinding and kissing was allowed, having full on sex was not. Yet she could care less as she saw him getting down on the floor and come towards her. The glisten in her eyes telling him all he needed to know that she was into this and ready to get going. Just having him fuck her face had made her wet and ready, wanting more from the guy before her. His kisses to her thighs were all the more teasing because of it. “Such a tease..” she said and in this case it was not a compliment. It was a complaint, fueled by her desire to be pleased now. Sure she was not an impatient woman, but he was doing this on purpose ad she knew it. He soon had her bend over further for him, her legs pinned wide open with her thighs against the ground. His hands strong and rough felt good about her soft skin. Finally she could feel his heated breath against her sex, her lip going in between her teeth at the anticipation for him to finally put his tongue to her. He leaned it slowly and started with the outside of it. Yet it was enough to make her put her head back and close her eyes for a moment in enjoyment as worked her. Yet it wasn’t till he began to push deeper that he also started to draw moans out of her. It didn’t take long after for her sounds to really start coming out. He knew how to work a woman’s body, that much was clear. Working at that bud at the top of her folds in a way that had her clenching around his tongue as he pushed deep into her. “Fuck..” She moaned into the air before she leaned her weight more into her left arm. Without much warning her right came forward and hooked her fingers into his curls. She did not care about the way he had tied it up moments before that. She was ready to pull it all free if that was what it took. She would grab tightly into it and drag him even deeper into her before starting to grind her hips against him. Taking just a small bit of the lead in the way he was going down on her. “Hmm.. yes Liam.. use that fucking tongue on me.” @Derek

Now the music in the club began to influence Liam’s rhythm, his tongue beginning to dance around Marissa’s folds, changing up the tempo of his licking, reacting to her moaning and grinding as her body told him where to focus. Reaching deeper and deeper into her his tongue now traced small patterns across her folds, small quick circles that were obviously drawing Marissa closer and closer to her release. That was what Liam wanted, for her to scream his name to the rafters of the club as he mastered her and brought her to the heights of pleasure she had only dreamed of before. His hands certainly didn’t remain idle either, the pressure they exerted pinning her down to the ground, even as his hand rubbed her sensitive bud. They truly showed his desire to claim her for himself, his own dreams rising to the top of his desire. The woman in front of him was everything he wanted, everything the burning fire in his chest cried out for, and the heavy panting that resulted from pausing his ministrations embodied the primal heat he felt. Reaching back down to her core, he once again lapped at her sensitive lips, smirking in pride at the sign of how good he was making her feel, just as she had done to him minutes earlier. blankspace

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However as her hands worked into his hair, the feeling changed some. He was more than happy to feel her hips grind against his mouth, the motion speaking of how badly she needed him and even this certainly spoke of her desire for him. However it also just felt the slightest bit commanding. Not enough to make him stop entirely, but still enough for that little spark in the back of his mind to flare up, the part that demanded that everyone show him exactly why he should listen to them. So for the moment, he played along, using his tongue on Marissa just as she moaned for, driving her further along to her climax, to the release she so feverishly sought in the passionate moment the two were sharing. However just as her bucking was reaching its most wild, as her voice was winding up to its greatest crescendo, he stopped. His eyes gleaming mischievously, his mouth open in a half smirk, as he withdrew from her needy sex, the muscles in his neck exerting just enough pressure to keep his head away right next to her folds, but not enough to simply break away from her grip and rise up. “So what was it you wanted again?” Liam asked, his hot breath making the words come out in a pant, but his mocking tone certainly shone through alongside his shit-eating grin.

@Nakachu

She enjoyed him between her legs. That grip in his hair changing from pulling at it to relaxing as he brought those soft waves of enjoyment through her body. She threw her head back as she sucked in breath through her teeth and then moaned out as she moved her hips into him. He was doing well with his mouth, targeting the exact right spots on her sex to get her closer and closer to that orgasm. Not to mention that thumb that was still targeting that sensitive bud. It was building up soon and her voice was starting to become louder, her legs a bit more restless as he was getting her closer and closer. Eventually she bit into her lip just to keep herself that small bit more quiet. Even if the clubs music was still blaring, but she didn’t want to risk someone suddenly pulling that curtain away and ending this. She had about to have that orgasm spill out of her as he suddenly pulled away from her. Her head instantly coming back down to look at him and figure out what had happened. She was met with that grin of his as he hovered just over her. Had he just.. edged her? “Oooh.. you are fucking mean.” She said as she was half panting from having been so close to it, though even she had a half smile on her face. She could still feel his hot breath over her sex. It was screaming for more, angry at being left at it’s highest point. “Not even going to let your girl cum? Here I thought that had been your goal for months.” She teased him, hoping that it would make him dive back into her. @Derek

“Well to be honest I never did actually expect to get this far,” Liam shot back, giving Marissa folds another long, sensual lick as he felt her quiver underneath him. “And you wound me by saying how mean I am, after all, don’t you like it rough?” Another lick that pierces deeper into her folds this time, one that ends in a kiss on her sensitive nub, Liam doing his absolute best to keep her on the edge as much as possible. “And wouldn’t you say this is just another facet of rougher treatment?” He asked, his hands easing up slightly to trace ghostly little patterns all around her core. Even as Marissa was obviously squirming from the treatment, Liam continued to move upwards from her sex, trailing up her stomach and chest until his face was right in front of hers. Now his hard sex was rubbing on hers, the weight of his body pinning her to the ground completely, not simply just her legs anymore. As he continued to grind his hips against hers, still attempting to keep her on the knife’s edge of release, he leaned down to whisper into her ear, “If we’re talking about my goals though, I always saw you coming from something a little different from my tongue.” blankspace

12:00

“See I want more than just one night with you Marissa. I want to make you mine, I want you to keep coming back to me until you can’t even think of someone else.” He growled, his naturally playful voice going deeper and husky with his desire. Still grinding on her sex with his thick member he pulled away from her body some to let his hand explore her, running up her side, lingering on her breasts, until it finally ended up wrapped around her neck. “So I think I’d prefer to see just how many times you can cum in a row before I finish inside you,” Liam stated while driving his sex into Marissa’s dripping folds in one insistent thrust, claiming her core just as he had done with her mouth earlier.

12:00

@Nakachu

She almost rolled her eyes as he said that she liked it rough, but he beat her to it when he suddenly let that tongue move back between her faults. She hummed out, still coming down from that edge and on the height of her sensitivity. She was soon once more squirming underneath him. It didn’t take long after that before he was crawling over top of her. She lowered herself to the ground, letting her back meet the floor fully now as he rubbed his length between her lips. She moaned out instantly. “Fuck..” she said softly. If his goal was to keep her on edge he was surely succeeding. That feeling against her clit keeping her senses alive and keeping them from just dying lal the way down. As he pulled back she almost couldn’t help the expression on her face, that slightly disappointment. She wanted him, she wanted to feel him. Just his hands were no longer enough after having felt that hardened length around him. “Put it in me, Liam..” She begged him softly as she could see that smirk on his face. “Please.. please fuck me.” The words were almost pathetic, but the truth was that she had been wanting him ever since that night had passed and she was so close now. Lucky for her it seemed that he had no intensions of not doing so and the moment he pressed into her she would moan out deep and throw her head back as far as his hand would allow her to go. Her sex instantly pulsing round him at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck!” She shouted out, perhaps a little bit to loud before her eyes focused back on her. “Yes, take me!” @Derek

Her begging had certainly turned Liam on even more, but truly nothing in him was considering holding back anymore at this point. He wanted to see Marissa writhe, hear her lustful moans and have her grab onto him in the throes of her pleasure. His first thrust instantly accomplished one of those things, with her wondrous voice ringing out into the club, headless of anyone else who could hear and investigate. So Liam began to take her just as she wished, steadily moving in and out of her as the rest of his body loomed over hers, his hand on her neck pinning her to the ground and leaving her helpless to his will. He had never wanted anyone else in his life as much as he wanted Marissa now and the intensity of his pleasure was echoing that. Liam hadn’t been inside her core for but a minute, but her beautiful body writhing in ecstasy beneath him combined with how her deepest parts squeezed and caressed him were making him quickly approach his own climax. If he was going to make Marissa climax more than even once at this rate, he’d have to make sure he was doing everything possible to send her over the edge. So even with the risk of his own climax threatening to burst, Liam began to increase his pace inside her, the fluids from both of them allowing him to thrust deeply and quickly into her core, the circles his hips were moving in causing him to hit her most vulnerable spots. With that, he leaned down as best he could with the intense exertion and whispered into her ear, “Go on Marissa, cum for me. Cum for me, my beautiful dream.” @Nakachu

It was easy to get lost in the moment. Everything around them no longer mattered. Whoever the fuck was behind those curtains could find out where they were and she doubted she would care. All that she cared about was him. About how he felt inside of her and how he was drawing every single moan out of her as he worked her body. This had not been how she had imagined that evening to go. She had thought that she would be spied at once more, that he would stay at the top of that balcony, looking down at her as she flirted with other guys. Even if he had come down she had imagined that they would shout and bitch till they both could not bear it anymore and either parted way or she had thrown her drink in his face. But neither of that had happend. Instead she had gotten the thing that she had wanted from him that first night. She had wanted him inside her, she had wanted him to make her forget about her life outside that club, she had wanted him to make her feel nothing but what she felt in that moment. And he had done that. Because as she lay there on her back against the cold floor of that club, he was all there was, him and the pleasure that he was giving her. Her insides heating up so fast at that pace that he held inside her, at those deep thrusts. The curve of his length seeming like an exact match for her insides as it rubbed about the best spots inside of her. She had already been growing close when he increased his pace even more. Her moans picking up in pitch as her sex gripped around him even tighter. “Go on Marisa, cum for me. Cum for me, my beautiful dream.” The whisper in her ear made her grab into him closely, her arms wrapping around him. “I am, fuck! I am going to cum, Liam.. please, please don’t stop.” She would say back to him, her voice more then just a whisper, more like a needy beg that needed to be pressed out from deep within his throat. It only took him a couple of strokes after that before she came. Her sex gripping and pulsing around him as her thighs quivered as she had them wrapped around him. She pushed her head back, stretching out her neck as she first went silent right before a deep moan released from her. One that spoke of how much he had pleasured her, of how good he had made her feel. @Derek

Truly. as Liam had whispered in Marissa's ear, the moment felt like a dream come true. The night that had left such an impact on them both was now finally coming to actual fruition, all the nights spent in lonely longing, wishing that she would come to talk to him or wishing that he could summon up the courage to speak to her himself. All of that had finally been broken tonight, by both of them. Liam had finally gone down, Marissa had confronted him, and they had both faced each other, finding out that the first night they had together was anything but a dream, but that their connection had even been truer than they had thought. It hadn’t taken very long after all for them to need each other just as they had then, but now there was nothing stopping them, least of all themselves. So now both of them were entwined in a beautiful dance, their hearts both beating as one as they moved together in the most intimate embrace they could muster. As Marissa’s arms came up around Liam he shuddered at the touch, the feeling of her drawing him into her, the shared need to touch and be with each other flooding his mind. Her throaty moan of a whisper, begging him not to stop as if he was even capable of such a thing now. Sure before he had done it, a mix of teasing and a need to assert and control the beauty in front of him, but that need was gone now. Only the desire to connect and please the woman who held him so remained. blankspace

19:48

So Liam continued his thrusts, his body as close to hers as he could manage, doing his best to deliver her the greatest pleasure he could give, needing her to feel this moment as something special just as he did. The pulsing of her core combined with her legs wrapping around him, keeping him close and refusing to let him go, as Marissa’s voice burst from within her to sing of the ecstasy coursing through her, immediately triggered Liam’s own release. His seed shot inside her as his own quivering moan ripped from his throat by the passion of the moment, the feeling of claiming, belonging, and mutual need swirling together with the waves of physical pleasure capturing his mind. As they both came down from their shared climax, their sweaty bodies still joined together in every possible way, Liam once again brought his lips to Marissa’s a simple tender motion that went no further than that, simply basking the feeling of being together. “I’m so glad I met you that first night and if what I did got us here, together like this, I don’t think I could ever regret that.” @Nakachu