Trapped Affair (18+)

(2) that night

"Can I have three shots of gin please?" The bartender didn't even flinch.

"You got it." She turned and got to work. I glance at the people in the karaoke bar. There was a group of about four girls singing 'Knew You Were Trouble' by Taylor Swift on the lit stage. It was clearly an attempt to cheer one of them up from a break up.  In the audience, on the leather couches there were a few couples, but mostly groups of friends. All the loners, like me, were at the bar. We formed our own group.

"Here ya go." She said, pushing the drinks towards me.

"Thanks." I mumbled, reaching for the first one and downing it in less than a second. Instantly, a sense of numbing came over me. I giggled a little and set the glass down. I reached for the second one and threw it to the back of my throat. It burned, but I didn't care.

The misery I was feeling.

The misery of my life.

I wanted it to go away.

I set the glass down shakily and reached for the third one, but before I could grip it someone slid it away from me.

"Maybe you've had enough." I dragged my eyes up from where the shot glass had been to find a guy, a fine guy, looking at me. He was wearing a simple black T-shirt, and a delicate silver chain hung from around his neck. I reached for the glass as best as I could muster. Unfortunately, since I hadn't drank in a while the alcohol hit me quick.

"Maybe you should mind your business." I grabbed the glass and pulled it back towards me slowly. He didn't say anything when I threw the drink to the back of my throat. Just looking. Judgingly. "Can I fucking help you dude?" I slurred, waving the glass near his face.  "Because you're sta-ring and it's ru-d-e." He just chuckled and took a sip of whatever brown colored liquor he was drinking. I tilted my head a little and looked a bit closer. I realized he was attractive but I hadn't realized how much. His jaw was sharp, thick brows, tan skin, and styled back black hair with a slight wave to it. 

"Jesus Christ..." I mumbled while staring at him. He lifted his eyes from his glass and raised an eyebrow at me. Immediately, I felt my face flush.  I jerked my head towards the bartender. "Uh, can I get three more—"

"She's good." I looked back at the guy. He was staring right at me. He was so attractive it was freaking me out. I hadn't wanted someone to rail me so bad before and to make it worse it had been a long time since I'd been railed. Passionately, at least.

"Do you want to get out of here?" For some reason my slur was gone. He paused, looking at me and turning his glass in hands.

"Really? You seemed rather irritated by me two minutes ago."

"Yeah, well that was before I saw you."

"Oh, you like me for my face." My eyes dragged down to his arms. Not bulging but clearly he worked out.

"And your body. Is that wrong? I just want you to fuck me, hard." Fuck. That was not something I would normally say. Was it the alcohol?

A hint of a smile entered his lips and he shook his head slowly, taking another sip of his drink. I sighed, and when he put his glass down I reached for his hand.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked the bartender quickly.

"Down the hall to the left."

"Thanks."

I dragged him down the hall and knocked on the door. When no one said anything I pushed open the door and pulled him inside after me. I turned so I was facing him and holy shit—. I had to lift my chin so I could look into his eyes. He wasn't a giant, but he certainly was taller than me.

"Why are we here exactly?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

"To fuck, you handsome idiot—" He cut me off, slamming his lips over my own. He forced his tongue between my lips and started kissing me. He dragged his hands down my back until they stopped on my ass, which he started groping aggressively. He yanked his lips from my own and tugged down my turtle neck so he could kiss it. I could feel the burning trails he was leaving and I loved it. His other hand carefully went under my skirt and moved my panties aside with ease. Without me even noticing he smoothly moved his fingers inside me. I gripped his shoulders trying my best not to moan too loudly.  

"You like it?" He whispered, raspily into my ear.  I couldn't even answer before he flipped me over and pushed me against the door of the bathroom. He yanked my skirt down, and I clenched my hands against the door in anticipation. In a flash, I could feel him trying to find where to enter me. It didn't take him long to find it, fortunately, and he thrusted inside of me. The pleasure went through my body in waves. My toes curled with pleasure. "Tell me how much you like it. Scream it."

He pulled back slowly and then pushed fully into me again. I moaned loudly, and then he started thrusting. He gripped my hips and picked up speed. "Scream." He slapped my ass. "Scream." He started to thrust more aggressively and faster. It felt like I was going to crumble. I didn't even feel like myself. It felt too good. Getting fucked by this stranger.

"Scream, Rina!"

And I did.

He gave one final thrust and I could feel him throbbing inside of me as he came. He let go of my ass and I slid onto the cool bathroom floor, panting. I could feel parts of him dripping from me.

The next part didn't feel real.

"Call me next time you get bored of your sex life." He placed a card in the hem of my skirt and gave me one long French kiss before leaving the bathroom.

"Holy shit."