Chapter 5: Debate
The night was alive. Music pulsed through the club like a living fuck demon. Thousands of sweaty bodies cramped the dance floor, each one trying to out-dance the next. Every corner lit up with random flashes as some asshole snapped a selfie with a glow stick. I, Allie, found myself surrounded by this chaotic mess, standing knee-deep in people and noise, yet still feeling alive. The air clung to my like a second skin, heavy and sticky from all the sweat and drinks.
Red lights thudded against my corneas like a damn assault. I closed my eyes for a second to reset. Or maybe I just ducked it—to escape. Shit’s loud. Shit’s hot.
Music spins like a damn DJ on ecstasy. I ditched an hour of mind-numbing reps just to breathe this chaos. It smells like booze and desperation.
Then I lock eyes with him. Mike. Smooth talker, built for a goddamn calendar, and rocking that laid-back smile like a boss. He's standing a few feet in, watching everyone bust a nut on the dance floor like a total fucking psychopath. I drag my ass through the crowd until we’re face to face, which, yeah, looked accidental on accident. We both go still.
I’m the first to break. Not because I need to say something profound, just because I really fucking wanted this moment.
Our eyes met and—boom—no awkward vibes. “Mike,” I puffed out like I owned the night. “Bitch, please,” he goes with that smirk, handing me an Natty Light. "You know I don't drink. You know I hate you." He laughs. This is how you open a game: direct hit. We slap hands like we’re testing the energy. That spark connects. Fast as fuck, we slide into a corner.
“Jesus, Mary and all the fucking saints,” Mike laughs. “What would Jesus do? He'd get wrecked, man.” Talk like this flips heads.
Then, without another word, he hauls me in for a kiss—hard, stupid sexy, tongue going everywhere. My knees stop holding me up, so I grab his biceps. He doesn’t pull back or any bullshit. He just eats in. It’s like my entire face is a buffet. Now his fingers are in my thighs, under my dress, creeping around to my ass. That’s some fucked-up sexy behavior, especially right here, right now.
Next thing I know, we’re slinking back to the room behind the club like teenagers sneaking condoms. No plans, no bullshit—just go. My heart’s a horny little bastard trying to escape my chest.
That feel, though? It’s like my spine has a crush.Mike shoves the couch aside like it owes him money. I end up bent over, ass-out, nails digging into the thin rug, half-eaten pillow shavings and busted beers. He pounces like he owns me—which, spoiler alert, he kinda does right now. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna rip my clothes off like a pro burglar.
That first thrust in? Made me gush like a busted faucet. Instant. No warning. Yeah, kinda scared, but also no. It’s like my fear and lust got into a custody battle.
"Go deeper," I scream into the wall because my voice is being polite again.
Mike just laughs and thrusts harder like fuck it. My ass slaps the rug. My face is sweating like I just finished burpees. No lube, so yeah. That first push feels like my cervix is up in arms but in a good way. Then I scream. Loud. Like an animal with a dildo stuck up its asshole. No apologies.
Every drive is more intense. Total war zone. My body doesn’t care. Just wants more. Harder. Louder. We’re going at full chaos speed, slamming and slamming like we’ve been doing this all night.
Suddenly, I’m feeling that pressure build up like an eruption. And boom. Total sex porn moment.
Orgasm hits like a goddamn earthquake. Everything lurches. I freeze, like the world needs to stop spinning. It fades, but the burn sticks. Literally stinging.
Then he just drops in, no warning, like an uninvited big dick energy guest. “Allie, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Feel my balls.” I get the clue. I go wild, bouncing and squirming. Dude is uncaged. Balls swing like a pendulum, shoveling deep like he’s been practicing.
Big cock, unapologetic. The room could blow up and he’d still keep pumping. The friction’s insane.
Skin slapping like a drum. Grunting again. He’s owning me now. Every fuck feels like a slap fight.
Then it gets animal. Fucking chaos. Total, raw, nasty shit. Pure feral. I lose control, but I don’t care. Nothing else matters. No voices. No eyes. Just the fuck.
One more push. My body shudders. Then it hits—like electrical shit is happening in my spine. Silent scream. I grind till lights blur.
Fast to slow. Hard stops. Then his moans hit, kinda weak but epic. And it’s over. Lights don’t blur, they brighten like the fucking day decided to show up.
We're both drained.