Little Prime

Gods, Sloane would kill you if she saw the compromising position you were in right now.

This isn't really you, Y/N.

You don't do things like this, Y/N.

But, do you?

She'd flip her shit should she need to pee, God forbid.

The hot, tanned, older guy had you pinned against the dive bar's sink counter, his big hands roaming quickly; nearly as quick as your pulse. His mouth was insistent as he pushed it against yours, his tongue sliding and tangoing against yours in a heated tango that made your drunken head spin.

He groaned as your fingers tugged at his beltloops, his hard cock already rubbing against your thin panties. He pulled back only for a second, his breathing heavy as he gazed down at you.

Oh, right... did you forget to mention he was 6' 4"?

"Mmm, turn around baby and bend over the fucking counter," he grumbled, his hands resting on your hips before flipping you around, eliciting an excited gasp from you at the action. The mirror before you now was obscured from view, your nose nearly brushing a pair of lacy black panties now spread before you. Your eyes lifted, slowly tracing the outline of the pretty girl sat with her knees apart, her clothes already off save for her undies and lace-up boots she still donned.

She chuckled, her fingers tilting your chin up to meet her icy gaze.

"Hmm, such pretty lips," she mused, inching forward on the counter. Her ass sat plush before you, her cunt nearly grazing your chin as she forced you to gaze up into her eyes. She sighed, her opposing hand pulling her long, silver braid to drape over her shoulder. "Excited to feel them against my clit."

You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation, grinning at her filthy words. Sure, did you think this girl was going to absolutely kick your ass earlier when she found you dancing on her man on the dance floor? Absolutely. Especially when she grabbed you by the throat, her fingers digging in...

And then, her mouth was on yours, and you swear to the Gods your brain short-circuited.

Her boyfriend just watched, the tent growing in his pants as his girlfriend made out with another girl right in front of him. When she finally did let go of you, he was on you like a lion on its prey; his lips hot, heavy, his hands squeezing your ass and pulling you to the bathroom in the back hallway-

And just like that, all thoughts of the best friend you came to the bar with earlier were out the window.

Especially now, as the hot male's fingers shoved your leather skirt up over your ass, his hands palming at your ass as your skin was exposed to the air.

He groaned low behind you, the sound of his leathers being untied sending a shiver through your quivering pussy. The freckled girl perched before you sighed, releasing your chin as she sat back on her hands at once, nudging her cunt forward.

"Tongue. Now," she demanded. You couldn't help it. You obeyed. Like a damned dog, you obeyed -- your right hand reached forward, yanking her panties aside, her lips glistening in the low, red light of the bathroom before your very eyes.

Your mouth practically watered.

"M'gonna fuck this tight cunt, sweetheart," the guy groaned from behind, his warm, bare cock pressing against your entrance. You shivered, feeling his fingers tugging your thong aside, his tip pressing harder and harder against your hole.

You flattened your tongue then, closing the distance between your face and the girl's pussy in front of you. It was soft as you licked, your tongue pressing against her folds as you felt more and more of hot guy's cock sliding between your own walls.

Her head fell back, a soft groan escaping as your tongue licked, gliding through her folds with precision as you tasted her in full. You squeaked as the handsome male finally bottomed out, his own grunt of pleasure loud in the small bathroom as his hips came flush with your ass.

"Ughh... fuck, this ass is perfect," he commented, slowly withdrawing himself before sliding back in. Your eyes rolled back as you groaned, feeling so full of him you could barely think. His girlfriend's eyes were downcast onto you once more, staring as your tongue toyed and played with her pussy.

"Mmm mhm, you keep eating my cunt," she said softly, her fingers coming up to toy with one of her hardened nipples. Her boyfriend let out a pathetic gasp from behind you, his fingers gripping your waist harder as he watched his girlfriend writhe in pleasure. His cock reacted in time, his thighs tightening as his hips drove into you faster, faster, faster.

You meweled, the force of his thrusts shoving your mouth into the girl's cunt in time.

"Mm - mmmph - oh fuck-"

You babbled on as he continued fucking you, finding his rhythm as his cock punched in and out of your soaked pussy. His girlfriend moaned loudly when your lips found her clit, the overstimulation in your cunt causing you to suck roughly on her.

"Yes!" She squealed, her fingers reaching to tangle in your hair. "Oh fuck, fuck yes," she panted, her breasts bouncing as the counter shook with the force of her boyfriend's thrusts into you.

From behind you, her boyfriend sucked in a breath, his gaze landing on your ass as is reverberated against his hips once more.

"Shit... fuck, wanna cum all over this perfect ass," he mused, his palm lifting and spanking your left buttcheek. The delightful sting sent a jolt through you, and you gasped against his girlfriend's pussy. The light brush of your teeth against her pulsing bud had her gasping, her ass lifting off the counter as she jumped.

"Ah! Fuck -- fuck, I'm -- fuck, yes, open that fucking mouth," she pleaded, her fingers tangling through your hair and tugging. You cried out as her boyfriend sped up, his thrusts quick and sloppy as he grew close. You were nearing your own edge, afraid that at any moment now you would simply combust...

"Fuck!"

The warm, sweet liquid burst across your lips as the silver-haired girl came, her palm pressed against the back of your head as she shoved your mouth against her quivering hole. She gasped as she came, her shoulders shaking as she rode out her high, right there against your mouth.

The taste alone could've undone you.

But with the way her boyfriend was fucking you, and how she sat there and watched...

"Mmmf - ou Gods,"

You cried out as the coil in your lower belly snapped, the white hot heat flaring low as the pleasure washed over you in waves. You gripped the edge of the counter, your knuckles white as your walls clenched around his cock, every ridge and bump slick against your wet heat.

He wasn't far behind you -- as you pulsed around him, he grunted, yanking his dick from you and lying it flat atop your ass, his fingers gripping the base as warm, sticky cum shot from his tip and painted your cheeks in thick, white globs.

Panting behind you, he watched half lidded, his seed slipping as it ran over the curve of your ass and dribbled down your thigh. His girlfriend watched, bottom lip between her teeth as she hated to admit how turned on she was getting yet again.

After a few moments of catching your breath, you slowly rose, the bathroom now quiet save for the sound of the hot male gathering his clothes and beginning to tug his pants back into place. His girlfriend slid off the counter, sleek as a silver cat, her blue green eyes never leaving yours as she slinked toward her discarded clothing pile, ever the portrait of elegance.

You rose awkwardly, hating to admit that your eyes were still glued to her ass as she bent down to pick up her top from the floor.

"Gods, I feel like such an ass,"

The guy's voice stole you from your trance. Your gaze snapped to him at once, and you cleared your throat, leaning against the sink as you watched him straighten his muscle shirt and run his hand through his hair.

Gods, his muscles...

"Hm?"

His eyes found yours, so dark and mysterious. He chuckled then, only once -- and that's when you noticed for the first time all night that, he actually had a really nice smile.

"Oh, I just," he sighed, stepping forward. You swallowed, straightening your skirt and leaning against the countertop once more. He paused, chuckling again before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I didn't even catch your name."

You hated the way the small touch made you blush. As though the man hadn't just thoroughly just fucked your brains out.

You returned the half smile.

"Y/N."

He nodded, his eyes flicking to his girlfriend as she finished zipping up her jacket and strode over.

"Y/N," he repeated. You shrugged, and felt laid bare all over again as his girlfriend raked her eyes over you yet again; head to toe.

"Xaden," she cooed, her fingers clutching her boyfriend's bicep. "It's getting pretty late, maybe we should get going?" She batted her lashes, and he nodded.

Your heart stopped.

Your gaze zeroed in on the name patch on her jacket.

Sorrengail.

"Do you need a ride?"

You could barely focus. Could barely see. Barely form a thought.

You had to get out of here. Like, now.

"No no, I have one," you rushed out, smoothing your hands on your skirt. Your sweaty palms stuck to the leather, which was a bit gross but the two only exchanged a look and shrugged.

"Are you sure?"

You nodded.

"Oh, yeah! Promise. I came with a friend."

Xaden narrowed his eyes, not quite believing you, but he made for the door anyways.

"Well, if you live close by, come by the college sometime," he said, winking once before tugging on the handle. The blaring music from outside instantly filled the small space, and Violet Sorrengail leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear at once.

"Come by, whenever you need a good ride."

She left you standing there, alone in that bathroom. Shaking, and staring at your fucked up makeup in the mirror.

Ruined makeup that Xaden Riorson, and Violet Sorrengail of all fucking people were responsible for.

Sloane was going to absolutely kill you.

The door flew open about 5 minutes later, and lo and behold; your blonde haired, wide eyed best friend had finally shown up.

"Y/N! Holy fucking Gods I've been looking everywhere for you!" She shrieked, letting the door swing shut behind her. She stumbled up beside you, giving you a drunken once-over before steadying herself against the counter.

"How long have you been in here?" She asked, furrowing her brow. Your eyes went wide, trying to find a lie, fast.

Turns out, you didn't have to.

"Doesn't matter. Wait," she gasped. "Did you see Xaden Riorson and Violet Sorrengail just walk out? Oh my Gods! They just stumbled out of here looking like they just ran eachother through the best sexual experience of their lives-"

She paused, looking around the bathroom. Then, she gripped your shoulder.

"Oh Gods, ew! They probably did it in here. Ew ew ew! Our soon to be Wingleader and his girlfriend probably just fucked right here in this very bathroom, ew, come on," she tugged you out of the bathroom, and pulled you toward the bar's entrance. "Let's get the Hell outta here."

Finally, she was right about one thing. You did want to get the Hell out of here.

Conscription day was going to be... interesting, to say the least.