Chapter 1: Hot Night at the Bar
After losing early in the poker game, Miah went to the bar next to Debb to chat; he’d chatted with her quite a few times before, but he had no idea where tonight’s conversation was going to take him. The familiar, dim glow of the bar felt different tonight, charged with a low hum of possibility that vibrated in the air between them. Debb turned on her stool, the silk of her blouse whispering as her knee brushed against his thigh, a deliberate, electric contact. “I’m All dressed up with nowhere to go?” She purred.
Her fingers traced the condensation on his glass, then slid up to rest on his wrist, her touch burning through his skin. “A man like you shouldn’t drink alone,” she murmured, her voice a low, whiskey-soaked invitation.
He felt the heat of her gaze like a physical weight. “What should I be doing instead?” Miah asked, his own voice rougher than he intended. Her hand moved from his wrist to his thigh, fingers squeezing the tense muscle there. “You could be tasting something sweeter than bourbon,” she whispered, her lips grazing the shell of his ear.
The heat of her breath on his skin sent a jolt straight to his cock. He set his glass down with a decisive click, the ice cubes rattling, and finally turned to face her fully, letting his gaze drag slowly from her eyes to her mouth. “Something sweeter,” he repeated, his voice dropping to a murmur that matched hers. “And what if I’m thirsty for more than just a taste?” His own hand came to rest on her silk-covered knee, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just behind it. “A man gets tired of the same old menu.”
He watched her smile widen, a knowing, experienced curve of her lips that his wife had long since forgotten. “Sometimes a man craves something more aged and refined” Miah said dripping with sexual innuendo.
Debb’s laugh was a low, thrilling sound. “Aged and refined tastes best when you know how to savor it,” she said, her fingers curling around the back of his neck to pull him closer. Her kiss wasn’t gentle; it was hungry, all tongue and teeth and decades of pent-up need. He groaned into her mouth, his hand sliding from her knee to the curve of her ass, pulling her hard against the growing bulge in his jeans. “My place is five minutes away,” she breathed, already gathering her purse.
He didn’t hesitate, throwing cash on the bar as he stood, the world narrowing to the sway of her hips as she led him out. The night air was a cold slap after the bar’s heat. He followed her to her place.
The drive was a blur of streetlights. Inside her condo, the door hadn't even clicked shut before she was on him, her mouth hungry, her hands pulling his shirt from his waistband. “That wife of yours,” she whispered against his lips, her fingers working his belt buckle, “does she let you fuck her like you really want to?” The question was a gut-punch, vicious and true. He answered by spinning her around, pinning her against the cool foyer wall, and grinding his hard cock against the silk of her dress. “Would I be here if that was the case” Miah said planting hard kisses on her neck and ear.
“Then show me,” she breathed, her voice ragged as she reached back to fist her hand in his hair. He yanked the zipper of her dress down, the sound harsh in the quiet foyer, and pushed the silken fabric from her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, revealing the lace-edged black bra he’d been imagining all night. He spun her back around, his mouth claiming hers again in a brutal kiss as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rough over her nipples through the lace. “Bedroom,” she gasped, pulling him down the hall by his belt.
They stumbled through the doorway, a tangle of desperate hands and hungry mouths. He pushed her onto the mattress, her back arching as he ripped the flimsy lace of her bra aside, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. “Fuck yes, just like that,” she moaned, her hands scrambling to unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans down over his hips. He was painfully hard, and when her fingers wrapped around his cock, he growled, “I’m not here for a gentle fuck, Debb.” She guided him to her entrance, whispering, “Then stop talking and ruin me,” her eyes fierce with challenge.
He was going to enjoy his fun tonight. With a deep, growling breath, he lowered his mouth to her chest, devouring the soft weight of a breast, his tongue laving the nipple before his teeth closed around it in a sharp, possessive bite. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, hands fisting in his hair to hold him there. “Fuck yes, harder,” she rasped, her voice shredded with need, and he obeyed, switching to her other breast with ruthless intent. The taste of her skin, the frantic beat of her heart beneath his mouth, the sheer fucking decadence of it—this was what he’d been starving for.
He shoved her thighs apart, his fingers finding her already slick and swollen. “Christ, you’re wet,” he grunted, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them ruthlessly. She choked on a sob, her hips bucking. “Don’t fucking tease me,” she pleaded. “I will tease you until I feel you have begged enough, I am going to enjoy this and savor tonight. We are just getting started and I am thirsty!”
He pulled his fingers from her with a wet sound, bringing them to her lips, and she sucked them clean with a desperate groan. “You taste like sin,” he muttered, “My turn to taste”
He lowered himself between her legs, his breath hot against her inner thigh before his tongue found her, licking a slow, brutal stripe through her wetness. She gasped, her hips jerking off the bed, a raw, broken sound escaping her throat as he buried his face in her, his hands holding her down. He drank from her like a man dying of thirst, every flick and thrust of his tongue deliberate and punishing, until her pleas became a continuous, sobbing mantra of “please, please, right there.” His own need was a violent drumbeat in his veins, but he forced himself to stay there, tasting her climax when it finally tore through her, feeling her muscles clench around nothing. Only when her cries faded to whimpers did he rise up,
his body hovering over hers. "My turn," she breathed, her hands pushing firmly on his shoulders until he rolled onto his back. She straddled him with a practiced grace, her damp warmth settling against his stomach as she leaned down, her mouth tracing a hot, wet path down his chest and abdomen. "It's only fair," she whispered against his hip bone, her tongue dipping into the hollow there before she took the length of him into her mouth with a deep, hungry groan.
His cock was large, thick and rigid, and she worked to take him deeper, her throat fluttering around the head as she fought her gag reflex. A strand of spit slicked her chin, connecting her to him as she pulled back with a wet gasp for air. “Fuck, your mouth,” he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed to push himself further into that wet heat. She took him back, deeper this time, her nose pressing into the wiry hair at his base, her eyes watering with the effort. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room, a brutal music that drowned out everything but the raw need driving them.
Her eyes, dark and defiant, locked onto his as she took him deeper, her throat opening in a slow, practiced surrender until his entire length vanished into the wet heat of her mouth. He felt the head of his cock nudge the tight ring of her esophagus, a shocking, consuming intimacy that tore a ragged shout from his lungs. She held him there, her nose buried in his pubic hair, tears streaking her cheeks as she mastered the reflex, and the world narrowed to that impossible, silken squeeze. “Oh fuck, your throat,” he choked out, his hands tangling in her hair, not guiding, just gripping as if he might fly apart. She pulled back with a slick, gasping breath, a string of saliva bridging her lips to his shining crown, and whispered, “Now you’re all the way in.”
“Do it again,” she begged, her voice stripped raw, her fingers digging into his hips to hold him still. “Fuck my throat like you mean it.” He obliged with a brutal, shallow thrust, the head of his cock battering that tight ring again, and her choked sobs of pleasure vibrated through his entire body. “More,” she gasped when he withdrew, her lips swollen.
He didn’t hesitate, his hands cradling her head not with tenderness but with a brutal grip as he thrust his hips upward, fucking into the wet, welcoming heat of her mouth with a ragged groan. She took him deeper with each drive, her throat relaxing open.
The sound was obscene, a wet, choking rhythm that filled the room. He fucked into her mouth with a relentless, driving pace, watching her eyes roll back with each deep, involuntary swallow. "Gonna come," he grunted, his thighs tightening.
He didn’t pull out. A raw, guttural shout ripped from his chest as he slammed up one final time, holding her head down as his cock pulsed, jetting hot streams of come straight down her throat. She gulped convulsively, a choked sound escaping her as she swallowed every last drop. When he finally released her, she collapsed back, gasping, strands of saliva and seed glistening on her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a slow, deliberate motion, then looked up at him, her eyes dark and satisfied. “Now,” she breathed, her voice hoarse, “your turn to fuck me properly.”
“When I have you ready, I don’t think you’re ready yet. You are a pleasant surprise of sexual energy Debb, this is going to be a fun night seeing just how far your debauchery goes” he chuckled as he starts playing with her tits again while deeply kissing her.