Aria's POV
I got out of the car and the driver nodded at me as he drove away. The entrance of the nightclub was lit with the streetlights, and I entered the building, the bass beating in my chest. It was a dim place, with lamps blinking over vacant booths and a bar which seemed well-stocked.
I went directly to the counter and asked for a shot. The bartender poured it swiftly and his eyes shot up. "Rough night?" he asked, sliding it over.
I shook my shoulders, and knocked it back and the fire stung my throat. "You could say that."
He refilled it. "First round on me if you can explain to me why you look like you are in a noir film."
"Nah." I replied, and declined his offer in a polite manner.
"Boundaries, I understand. The offer is still valid tho." He said as he poured me a shot. "On the house." He said, and gave me the glass.
I smiled and ordered another, then another, and the warmth was spreading through me. I continued to take shot after shot, my head beginning to spin, my body becoming loose.
After some time, one of the guards came up, his face grim. "You cannot drink any more, Miss," he said, and took the glass.
I looked at him, and the room seemed to spin around now. "Seriously? Just one more," I slurred.
He shook his head. "Rules are rules."
Then I noticed, there was not a single soul here. The dance floor was not crowded, no one around, only me and the music playing in the background. I turned about in confusion, and my gaze fell upon a man sat on a couch. He was an extremely good-looking man, with dark hair, and a sharp jaw, and a placid gaze upon me.
He rose and walked towards me, waving the guard away. The guard stepped back.
The man turned to me. "Why are you here, all alone?" he said, with his low voice over the music.
I was resting against the bar, and the liquor was a-buzzing in my veins. "My boyfriend... I provided him with all that I was a teenager. All my time, all my life. And now he marries my stepsister. The words came out in a slur.
His eyebrows were drawn together in a frown, as though he did not like what he just heard. "You have a boyfriend?"
I laughed bitterly. "Doesn't feel like it now."
He shrugged. "Well, tonight's yours. So what are you going to do with it?
I looked up at him, "Easy? I intend to have the most fun to-night. " The rest of was mumbled and I stood up to dance as the alcohol gave me courage.
He smiled widely, watching me.
The music beat and I began to move my hips in time with the music. He stood and did not say anything at first. I moved nearer, and my hands were running down the sides of my body, touching the material of my dress.
I grabbed the back zipper and pulled it down. "What do you say? Want to help me?" I asked, staring at his belt.
"Don't do this, Liana," he said, and he laid an arm on my arm.
I shook my head, rubbing myself against him. "I do not know who Liana is but I do know I have to feel something different. Please."
He hesitated, but he did not refuse.
I touched his chest, slowly running my hands down to his abs and stopped when I touched his belt. He pulled me closer to him.
"You'll help?" I asked, half smiling.
I unstrapped my bra and it dropped, my breasts were free, and his eyes fell there, and he drew me to him, his hands making cups round my boobs, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. They stiffened in his hand, and I felt my pussy heat up.
I pulled his shirt, buttons unbuttoned. His chest was broad, warm and covered with Tattoos. I pressed my body against his, ass against his cock, and grinded as I danced.
His hands were sliding down to my panties and he pushed them down, allowing them fall down to my ankles. I kicked them off, naked as they were.
He unclothed himself, his shirt, his pants dropping to his feet, his erect cock hitting his bellybutton. I put my hand round it, caressing slowly when I felt something cold.
Metals.
He pierced his cock!
He moaned, holding my hand, moving it to slowly stroke him.
And I went down on my knees, the music still pounding. I put his cock in my mouth, and sucked him deep, and my tongue went round the end and I gently flicked the rings on his cock:
He grabbed my hair and slowly face fucked me. "Fuck, you're still good at this."
I sucked more, savoring him, the saltiness of his precum on my lips. I could feel him touch the back of my throat, but I was not even sucking half of his length.
He helped me stand up.
"I do not know your name," I said, gasping.
"Damon," he said, leaning close.
I leaned over an adjacent stand, with my hands holding the edge. He stood behind me and his cock slowly rubbing my pussy, spreading my wetness all over my pussy lips, then with one swift thrust, he slammed his cock into me. I squealed, the sudden intrusion stretching my pussy.
He grabbed my hips,his fingers sinking deep into my flesh as he thrust into me, my hole clenching around his cock, the extra fiction caused by the rings on his cock made me roll my eyes back each time they scratched a certain spot in my pussy.
"Harder," I urged, voice shaky.
He pulled out,laid me down on the couch, face down, ass and pussy exposed to him. "Fuck…" he groaned as he slowly thrust back into me, I screamed into the couch cause it hurt more in this position. He gave me a minute to adjust before he began moving his hips, my pussy making squelchy noises each time he thrust into me.
"Y-Yes Damon." I groaned. "Fuck me good."
He sped up, slamming into me and my walls tightened around him. I screamed as I felt my orgasm drawing near.
"Pl-please stop." I begged as I felt like I would pee but he kept going, one hand reaching to rub my clit from behind, and I felt my orgasm hit me hard, my legs shaking as I squirted all over the couch.
He kept fucking me and only stopped when my legs stopped shaking.
He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, and rested me against the wall.
"Inside." I begged as he continued slamming his cock into me, my boobs bouncing freely.
He nodded, and he sank deep in and hot cum filled me. He pulled out after some time and I could feel some of the cum drip down my legs as he laid me on the couch, whilst he sat next to me, staring as though he did not believe he just had sex with a stranger.
At this moment my phone rang on the barstool.