Saccharine

THE HOOK-UP

The flashing pink and blue lights of the club suddenly felt more natural to Annika. After her first drink she decided that she would go to the dance floor and have some fun grinding on random men she'd never see again. She spotted a tall man with chestnut hair that just barely curled at the ends. He was surrounded by women in the crowd but for some reason he looked indifferent, until he saw Annika. His eyes widened at first, but he quickly caught his composure and walked over to her. Annika quickly checked herself out in her compact mirror she kept in her bag before looking forward at the man coming her way.

"Would you like to dance?" He says in a cool voice, smooth like silk.

Annika felt butterflies in her chest and stomach at his tone. She took his extended hand and began dancing with him. Grinding her robust hips into the man like a bitch in heat. He took it so effortlessly, following her motions as if this had been a regular occurrence for him. All the while butterflies still circled in her stomach.

"What's your name?" He called out.

"Annika, what's yours?"

"Dante Kellen."

She fell back onto him, her back flush to his chest. She rubbed her ass against him, making sure to be firm.

"Darling if you keep playing with me like this I won't be able to control myself."

She continued her efforts, only pushing back into him harder. He quickly grabbed her up, taking her to the bathroom just a few feet away.

He stopped at the door, looking unsure.

"Do you want this?" His eyes were sharp, a beautiful green hue flooding Annikas mind. She said the first thing that came to her.

"Yes, yes I do."

He immediately grabbed hold of her by her hips and dragged her the rest of the way into the bathroom. He picked her up by her waist and sat her on the long white counter.

"Is it alright if I eat you out first?"

Her breathing hitched.

"Yes." She said, trying not to sound so excited.

He pushed up her burgundy dress, stopping at her underwear. He looked up for more confirmation, and she nodded giving him the go ahead.

He pulled her panties aside and spread her legs farther apart. His tongue gave a hesitant lick, sending shivers up Annikas spine. He dove in, lapping at her wet pussy. His tongue felt so warm and thick against her folds. She panted, not quite ready for the stimulation.

His fingers found her clit, rubbing light circles into it. She stuttered over a moan, trying to keep quiet. Finally his head lifted, and she had a disappointed look on her face.

"Oh princess, I plan on using you all night long, don't go getting ahead of yourself."

Use her huh? She was now anticipating the long night ahead of her.

"Flip yourself over for me love."

Annika wasted no time turning herself over, legs hanging off of the high countertop. She looked at herself in the mirror, realizing just how lustful her face looked. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, her eyes drooped down ever so slightly. Her face was flushed and she could feel every breath she took, almost as if she would burst if this continued.

He pushed her dress up higher, now revealing her lace red bra that matched her panties. He looked at her in the mirror, waiting for her go ahead. Once he got his sign of approval, a nod, he pushed himself into her tight hole. One pound after another, Dante didn't stop for a second to let her catch her breath.  He could see her face contort in the mirror, a mix of pleasure and pain. It looked like she enjoyed every ounce of stimulation he was giving her.

"Please, please keep going. Don't stop, fuck, don't fucking stop baby please."

Annikas begging only pushed Dante further, forcing him to slam himself into her repeatedly. Over and over he rammed himself inside, feeling the warm soft wetness of her cavern. He grabbed her hair and pulled back, making her look at herself in the mirror.

"You like that? You like when I fuck you so good in front of this mirror? You wanna see your fucked out face? What you look like when you're begging for more?"

She tightened at his words, causing a groan to escape his lips. This didn't stop him however, this pushed him to go even harder, now wrapping his other hand around her throat. He checked her facial expression to see if she was okay with this, and she looked almost blissful.

Within a matter of minutes they were both almost at their high. Annika was begging like a little whore for her release, and Dante did not disappoint. He slammed into her one last time, causing her legs to shake sending shocks throughout her body. She twitched and whined through her orgasm while Dante slowly slid himself out of her, only to finish in his own hand.

Annika climbed off of the counter and looked around trying to maintain her balance. The walls were covered in graffiti art and posters, making her head hurt. The bright colors did not do well with the alcohol in her stomach making everything seem brighter. It was too much for her to handle.

Dante saw the pain flash across her face, and he pulled out a pill bottle from his pocket.

"Pain meds. I always carry them with me when I go to clubs. My friends always end up going too hard so I have to keep them in line."

She took the bottle and got a pill out.

"Thank you." She was very relieved to see how responsible this man was. At least she didn't fuck someone that would offer her a high five afterwards. Yes, this has happened to her before.

"Well princess, the night is still young. Wanna come over to my place and finish what we started? Maybe a round two?"

Annika hesitated. She just received one of the best orgasms of her life and she was offered another? No way would she pass up this opportunity.

"Lead the way."