fuck. thoma knows he sleeps around a lot, but shit. he’s sure you’re some kind of succubus or something. the way you fluttered your lashes up at him when he offered to buy you a drink, the way you’re currently grinding against him in the poorly lit club. the way he caught a glimpse of those thin, lacy, black panties earlier when your skimpy silver dress slid up. he hasn’t even asked for your name yet, and he’s already decided he has to taste you at some point tonight.

thoma’s hands gravitate towards your waist, skilled fingers tracing along your sides until they rest in your hair, yanking you up by it until your back is pressed firmly against his chest, his lips placing sloppy kisses along your jaw as he mumbles against your ear. “my place is only a few minutes away.”

he’s entirely too unhurried for how large the bulge in his pants is, and you can’t hold back the gasp that bubbles up from your throat when he suddenly bites down on your neck. you barely stop to think it over before you’re nodding eagerly, voice little more than a breathy gasp. “your place it is.” somehow managing to pull yourself away from him so he can lead you outside of the dark club, you let him take your hand, following him like he’s some kind of angel.

he was right, you think dully as he unlocks the door to his apartment. his place really was only a few minutes away from that club. thoma pulls you through the door behind him, swiftly closing it and practically tossing you onto his couch the moment you cross the threshold. he seems to relish the way you stare up at him dumbly, mind too hazy from the red hot lust coursing through your veins to really comprehend what he wants from you. he crouches down next to your head, cooing at you and lifting your chin up with two fingers as he eyes the way your little dress is now much more revealing than intended.

“i’m gonna taste you now, ok?” his voice is so pretty, you decide as you immediately nod, thighs spreading open all on their own to make room for the pretty, blonde stranger who chuckles at the display. “atta girl. didn’t even have to tell you, huh?”

he wastes no time before he’s slipping into the space between your thighs, fingers sliding betneath your dress and pulling it past your waist, exposing the lacy black panties you wore tonight. he groans at the sight of the small wet spot in the middle, your arousal soaking through the thin fabric. he brings a single finger to trace over your hole, and right when you’re about to ask him to hurry up, he starts mouthing sloppily at your pussy over the fabric.

you cry out at the feeling, legs twitching and eyes squeezing shut as you cover your mouth with one hand. fuck, he’s so overwhelming. he hasn’t even properly touched you yet, and you’re already about to cum. he doesn’t seem bothered by your squirming, simply holding down your hips with one hand and yanking your panties down with the other, bright green eyes looking up at you from between your thighs and letting out a disapproving click when he sees you’ve closed yours.

“eyes on me, sweetheart. can’t enjoy my meal if you’re trying to act like it’s not good.”

once you open your eyes again, gaze locked on his in fear that he’ll stop, he leans in again. he places an experimental lick to your clit, then one long stripe over your hole, and then he starts fucking devouring you. he’s moaning against your pussy like it’s a five course meal, tongue outlining your soaked opening before slipping inside and licking all over your inner walls. the vibrations from how much he’s so clearly enjoying the taste of you only send you spiraling, hands moving to grip his hair as you ride his face.

“oh, fuck-…! gonna- gonna cum, please don’t stop!” you barely even register how whiny your voice has gotten, too caught up in how heavenly this man’s tongue feels as he obeys your plead, speeding up his movements and focusing on your clit with his tongue as he fills up your hole with two of his fingers instead.

he fucking moans when you cum, gushing all over his tongue and making a mess of his pretty face, and while you’d probably be embarrassed by how short you lasted in any other situation, it feels right after that. he slows down once you finish riding out your high, pulling away from your cunt with one last kiss on your clit, and he licks his fingers clean before looking back at you, voice expectant as he gestures towards the huge bulge that’s tenting his pants.

“i didn’t fuck you so dumb you can’t return the favor, right?”