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“I'm not perfection,” she moaned as his mouth trailed over her breasts.

“Right now, you're pretty damn close. We're not playing around anymore, Katya. If you want this to stop, now is a good time to say so,” he urged her. She combed her fingers through his hair, pulling a little.

“I never want this to stop.”

One of his hands was groping her ass, and the other made its way up her back. It was only one hand, and his left one at that, but he managed to undo the clasp on her bra. It didn't feel strange at all, being almost naked in a bar, where there were other people sitting not ten feet away from her. She didn't even think about it, just let the lace and satin fall to the bench beside them.

“God, you're so smooth. You're going to feel so amazing,” he groaned before cupping her left breast, raising the nipple to his mouth. He pinched his teeth around the tightened peak before sucking it into his mouth.

“I want to feel you,” she gasped, suddenly realizing she was almost naked and he was still fully clothed.

She began tearing at his clothing, almost strangling him with his shirt. He'd barely pulled it free of his head before she was kissing him again, sighing at the feeling of her chest rubbing against naked skin. When he lifted his hands to cup both breasts, she leaned away, looking over his body. His tan flowed unmarred across his chest and abdomen, and as she pulled apart his belt, she saw that it definitely continued under his pants.

She was too impatient, and – to be honest – a little too nervous to deal with the intricacies that were his button fly, so she moved her trembling fingers out of the way and left him to it while she went back to kissing him. His mouth, his jaw, his neck. Her hands wandered everywhere, feeling the hard plains of his chest, the smooth muscles behind his shoulders. While she worked on giving him a hickey, he grabbed one of her hands, and before she realized what was happening, her fingers were against something very hard.


Now
you're feeling me,” he growled as her hand wrapped around the base of his dick.

“Oh god,” she moaned, pressing her forehead to his as she looked down between their bodies. His erection stood up between them, looking imposing in the dim lighting. He had to at least be seven inches, if not more, and felt hefty in her hand. Thick and hard.

“I
did not
expect tonight to go like this,” he started to pant as her hand moved up and down.

“Me, neither. Am I really about to have sex in the middle of a room full of people?” she mumbled, writhing against him.

“You sure as shit are.”

He jerked forward suddenly, startling her and forcing her to lean backwards. She let go of him and went to brace a hand against the table behind her, then felt something against her fingers. The water bottles. She glanced back and managed to grab one before he started pulling her upright, untwisting the cap as they moved. His hand was between them, his fingers running along the side of her panties, pushing them to the side, lightly touching against her slick skin.

Then, just as she lifted the bottle to her lips, something a lot bigger replaced his fingers. She wasn't quite prepared for the jerk he gave her hips, forcing her down a little, and she almost choked on the water. As it was, the cool liquid spilled over the side of her lips. Ran down her jaw, along her neck, then trailed to the very tip of her breast. His mouth was there to catch it, licking at the trail all the way back to her throat. By the time he'd gotten the last of it, she was sitting flat on his lap, so full with him, she couldn't remember what it felt like to be empty.


Fuck,
” was all he managed to say. It was better than her – all Katya could manage to do was shiver and shake.

You're having sex in a … no, wait. Fucking. You are
fucking
some guy in a sex club. Holy fucking shit, you're fucking fucking someone.
Fuck.

Talk about surreal. She could only moan and pant and whimper as he began pushing and pulling at her hips. Thrusting up against her. It took her a minute, but she started moving back, pumping against his thrusts, rotating her hips in time to his rhythm. He groaned again and she felt his fingers raking down her back, causing her spine to arch.

“God, yes, please, Liam. This is … everything. God, thank you,” she moaned. Even at a time like that, he managed to laugh.

“God, huh? Pretty close,” he whispered, biting on her bottom lip.

“Harder. Please, harder.”

He moved then, startling her again. She was suddenly on her back on the bench seat, the vinyl cool against her skin, and he was on top of her. She went to touch him when he grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head and holding them there with one hand.

Then he complied with her request, thrusting against her so hard, she was pretty sure the booth was moving. She moaned low in her throat, biting her lips between her teeth to keep from shrieking.

“Don't hold back,” he breathed against her ear. “Tell me how good this feels.”

“So good,” she whispered back.

“You have no idea. You're so tight on my cock,
goddamn.


Holy shit.

Go out with a man she'd just met, check. Have sex in a club, check. Experience dirty talk,
definite check
. She finally did cry out, unable to hold it in as a tremor ripped through her body, threatening to tear her apart.

“Fuck,
yes,
just like that, baby. Let it all go, Katya. Just let it go.”

She was feeling pretty brainless by then, but her body was paying rapt attention to his instructions. Her orgasm shocked her a little, with its appearance and its intensity. She trembled underneath him, letting out a long, low moan as it felt like her entire body turned into one big spasm. Just as she was coming down from it, his mouth locked onto a nipple, sucking hard and causing a fresh tremor to seize her.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she tried to catch her breath. He chuckled and laid down on her, his full weight pressing her into the booth. “
Holy shit.
We just had sex.”

“You just got fucked,” he corrected her, his voice muffled by her breasts.

“That … was …
amazing,
” she moaned.


You
were amazing. Talk about pent up. You went off like a bottle rocket,” he teased.

“You have no idea.”

“Thank god you insisted on going out tonight,” he laughed, and she felt his breath hot against her skin.

“Samesies,” she said. He shifted on top of her and she was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still hard. And inside her. So very hard inside of her.

“If you only had any idea how good this feels,” he sighed, pumping in and out, almost excruciatingly slow.

“Says the guy who owns a sex club and goes to wild parties,” she laughed. “This can't be anything new to you.”

He stopped moving and lifted himself up so he could look her in the eye.

“There you go again. Can't you just take a compliment?” he asked, and he sounded genuinely annoyed. The grip he had on her wrists got tighter, crushing her arms together.

“I … I just figured you've done all this before, felt all this before,” she tried to explain. He dropped down again and she felt his lips against her ear.

“I have
never
felt anything like you, Katya. Can you feel how tight you are? How you milk my cock?
Fucking amazing
. Jesus, if I had known you'd feel like this, I wouldn't have waited so long to talk to you,” he growled.

“That's … flattering,” she managed to respond, feeling slightly breathless again.

“You fucking bet it is. The only thing I can imagine feeling better than this, would be
fucking your ass
.”

Whoa now. Having sex in a club with a virtual stranger was one thing, but
anal!?
Sure, she'd always been a little curious – who wasn't? Who didn't want to be the cool chick who took anal like a champ? But she'd never even so much as discussed it with any of her previous boyfriends. She certainly wasn't about to do it with a stranger! She'd simply tell him that would have to wait for a much, much,
much
later date.


Only one way to find out.

Hmmm, not exactly what she'd planned to say to him, but it's what fell out of her mouth. When he lifted his head, she simply stared at him. Tried to focus on his warm eyes, on the laugh lines that were at the corners. She was suddenly consumed with the thought of letting him take her. It was now or never, she truly felt. She had to do this, she had to become
that girl
.

“Careful now, angel cake. Don't write checks your body can't cash,” he said, looking at her naked chest. She willed her body to stop trembling.

“There you go again, assuming things about me. Assumed I wouldn't come here. Assumed I'd go home. Assumed I wouldn't have sex with you. I wonder what else you'll be wrong about tonight,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“You've never done something like that before.”

He stated, didn't question. She nodded.

“Never. I've thought about it, but was never brave enough to try.”

“Then this is a bad idea.”

“Hmmm, I'm sure one of the other guys here won't think so.”

“Katya, I'm serious. No more competing. That's a big step, a big deal, and will more than likely be uncomfortable as fuck your first time. You should do it with someone you trust,” he told her.

That moment. That's how she knew he wasn't a bad guy. She was naked under him, she'd just let him fuck her brains out on a booth in his sex club. He could've done literally just about anything he wanted to her, and she was offering it all up on a silver platter, and he was still looking out for her. Liam was a nice guy. A good guy. A
trustworthy
guy.

Also, if she stopped now, she knew it would never happen.

I'm so tired of being the good one.

“I want to do it with someone who knows what they're doing,” she whispered, then she lifted her head, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “And someone who will make me feel good. Please, Liam.
Please make me feel good.

He was a good guy, but Liam had his limits, and a naked woman begging him to fuck her up the ass was apparently one of them.

He was slow as he eased off of her, his hands gentle as they rolled her over. He carefully lifted her head and put a throw pillow under her cheek. His hands were heavy on her skin, almost massaging her as he ran them from her shoulders to her butt, then back up again. She was a little tipsy and it felt amazing, almost lulling her to sleep.

Then she heard a noise and when she turned her head, she saw that he was pulling one of the ottomans out from under the table. They were actually drawers, though what was in their depths, she couldn't be sure. She caught a glimpse of what looked like tubes and bottles. He rummaged around in the drawer, then pulled his hand free. He was behind her after that, out of sight, so she couldn't be sure what he'd grabbed, but when something cold hit her backside, she had a good idea.

“On a scale of sober to black-out, how drunk are you?” he asked. She opened her mouth to answer, then choked on her own words as she felt his finger between her cheeks, smoothing up and down along the line.

“Like a four? Pleasantly tipsy?” she finally managed to get out.

“I just want to make sure this isn't the alcohol talking,” he said.

“It's not, I swear, I didn't even drink that much before I came. I … I feel like a different person here. I want to be a different person. I want to try -”

There was no managing words that time around. He had a finger inside her. Inside a place no one had ever been before, a place she herself tried to avoid. The lubrication he was using was cool and slippery, but gave him easy access. She was shocked that it didn't feel at all gross, or disgusting, or painful. It felt …
interesting
.

“Then you came to the right place,” he chuckled, and a second finger joined the first, turning
interesting
feeling into
slightly awkward
feeling. “The alcohol will help you relax, too.”

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that – her with her face buried in the pillow, trying to hide her embarrassment and shame and
delight
at what he was doing to her. Him, kneeling behind her, holding her hips up with one hand, and using the other to work magic on her.

Just when Katya began to think that's as far as he would take it, his fingers were gone. She sighed and felt conflicted – sad that he hadn't been brave enough to take it all the way. Glad because she wasn't sure she was brave enough, either.

But then he was moving, shifting around behind her. Pulling her hips even higher. There was the crinkle of foil, followed by the sound of it ripping, then a long pause. She went to look over her shoulder, to ask if everything was okay, but then something much, much larger than a finger was against her ass, demanding entrance, and she thought her eyeballs were going to fall out of her skull.

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