Since folks are out here making songs about how Mike fucked em in an alley I decided I should use my powers for evil
Most of the night had been consisting of him watching. Simply watching.
Usually, he was a little more active—never truly the intentional life the party or the premediated center axis, but just present enough to show that he was in the moment. And yet, tonight he just wasn’t in the mood to do anything but watch. A couple shots of Hennessy had the room feeling like it was lit on fire, and his eyes sat low-lidden behind his full-moon shades as he watched her from afar.
She looked like cold fire in the bright blue body-con dress, dark twists flowing flawlessly to the deep bass. Her hips rocked and rolled to the beat, and the lights made already picturesque brown skin glow. He had to figure out how to get to her without drawing too much attention. The music smoothly melded together, and he rubbed his chin gently, aimlessly playing with his beard as he continued to think things over. He glanced down at the empty shot glass in his hand, and a smirk curled at the corner of his lips.
Standing up, he walked through the crowd, only stopping when it was necessary. When he finally did get around to passing her, he made a point to press close to her, a hand pressed to her lower back as he leaned into her.
He passed her, and he looked over his shoulder to make sure his move was effective. When he noticed that she was looking, he quickly nodded his head towards the door. She raised her eyebrows, and he headed towards the door. She was pretty small compared to him, but it was still a wonder how she made it to the door before him, clutch in one hand and two small bottles of water in the other. He had to wonder if she’s done this before—either that, or she was extremely resourceful, even within her inebriation.
He took the bottle from her and mouthed for her to stay there for a moment. She seemed to come out only when the valet returned his car, keeping a distance long enough to not gain too much attention. Yeah, she’s done this before.
He pulled from the curb once she got into the car, and he instantly turned down the stereo, the only rumble present now being the purr of the engine. He gripped the steering wheel as his eyes darted around, trying to find somewhere to conduct the next plan of action. He couldn’t hit up any of the nearby hotels—too easy, too predictable. He pulled to a stop sign, uncapping the water he was given previously before taking a generous gulp and sating the dryness in his mouth.
“Let’s try over here,” She suggested, and he looked to his left, generally towards where she pointed. Nothing but an empty alley. He glanced in her direction, eyebrow quirked. “Waiting on you to find a place will take too long,” She has absolutely done this before, and thankfully she was impatient as he was.
Eloquence wasn’t the name of the game, not tonight. He usually had more to offer, but the liquor pumping through his veins had him thankful that he didn’t need to give her extra to have her ready. She didn’t care for foreplay, and made it known when she went for his zipper the moment he parked. Fuck, had him in her mouth just long enough for her to get acquainted with the taste, then he situated his seat back for her to straddle him. No panties, no problem—his head was spinning by the time she sank down on him. Their breaths hitched in unison, and his eyes slowly closed as he took a grip of those spread hips that enticed him in the first place. His fingers tugged at the soft material of her dress until it was bunched around her waist, pressing into flesh once he could get to it. It was sensory overload; she smelled like Dior perfume and shea butter, her lips tasted like cotton candy, and she was so warm and slippery that even him calling to God would be futile.
It was so filthy and completely without pride. Borderline dangerous. But he loved danger.
The natural gravel to his voice only heighten due to the alcohol, warm breath splayed against the skin of her neck as he squeezed her sides, her pants and squeaky moans making him squeeze tighter in an odd moment of possession. Subtle smacks of their connecting bodies sounded through the cabin of the car, his head resting against the back of the seat as glittery kisses were stamped against his neck.
She hissed before she leaned back, propping herself against the steering wheel before she went back to the rock of her hips, the dim lighting of the street light outside being the only guide in their quick journey. Her position lightened a bit of the weight on his lap, giving him space to join the rhythm. Her inner thighs tensed, and he looked up at her, eyes burning with determination as his jaw flexed momentarily.
She chuckled softly, hissing as her teeth clenched together. “Stay right there, Mike.”
He kept the stroke deep and at the angle she was at, he could feel every warm ridge of her inside. He moved one hand from her side, pressing it against her lower stomach before strumming the pad of his thumb against her clit, feeling how stiff the nub was. He watched her head lean back, her hand pressed to the windshield as she began to speed her hips. She gained a little more control this way, circling her hips as she slowed the fall of her hips. His eyebrows furrowed when he felt her walls close in around him when her hips rose. She was milking him, trying to make him finish first. Arrogant, but it made his chest tighten. He pinched her clit, watching her stiffen as she let out a loud gasp.
He threw off her rhythm and started one of his own, making her stay still as he allowed himself to commit the feeling of her to memory. That velvety, warm, silken memory that would hold a face and no name, remnants spiraling down a Hennessy-tainted drain. It’d be a fleeting memory, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t trying to grab onto the slippery strands. Fog stained the windows, and the street light made the sweat on her skin look like melting sugar. It made him wish he had taken a little more time. His tongue wiggled in his mouth, his taste buds yearning for a taste. When he looked down and noticed the cream left behind on his shaft, that only made him want to taste her more.
Both hands pressed down on her thighs, holding her in place as he pressed his hips upwards, going as fast as the position would allow. He grunted as he watched her bounce carelessly, her dress looking like a waist accessory at this point—her chest had long since escaped the top, and it had been threatening to slip up over her hips long before she got into his car. A couple of her twists hung in front of her face, sticking to her skin. Light eye make-up was still in place despite the sweat, but her lip gloss was smudged from her lips, and it was probably all over him at this point. She breathed his name again, earning her another deep stroke that caused her to whine loudly. The wet squelches from below made the strokes grow more and more erratic, and when she finally caught his rhythm and moved in tune?
“Shit. Keep goin’...take that dick...”
His short fingernails dug into the flesh of her thighs as he felt her walls once again take him hostage, and he glanced upward, noticing her lip quivering as she suddenly tensed. She let out a loud moan, and he could feel another wave of warmth glaze over his frame, and eventually on him literally. She slowly got herself off him and her head was back in his lap, slurping up what she left on his shaft. But now, she was bobbing her head aggressively, her tongue making a conscious effort to tickle the sensitive spot below his tip.
A string of curses escaped him as he closed his eyes, no longer fighting the pinching at the pit of his stomach. Eventually, he felt his balls tense, then his body went numb as he felt load shoot into a warm and seemingly endless place. When he looked down, he watched her swallow every last drop of him, letting out a heavy breath when she finally pulled her mouth away. She licked over her lips before she grabbed her clutch, pulling out a small package of wipes.
They cleaned themselves up and readjusted their clothes, and as he seemed to make his way back to the club, she was reapplying her lip gloss, that sparkly fucking goop that would probably still leave glitter on his skin days after the fact. She requested to be dropped off a little distance away from the club, and he couldn’t help but rehash on the thought that she had done this before.
“Thanks. That was fun,” He unlocked the doors once he stopped on the curb.
“Yeah,” She opened the door. “Thanks. Good job in the new movie, by the way,” She stepped out of the car, and he tilted his head as he watched her walk down the sidewalk, giving no indication of what had just went on.
He sighed as he laid his head back against the headrest, letting out a small laugh. Yeah, he liked a little danger every now and again.
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