Trigger Warning
Author Note/Update 08/11
I'll try to keep this 2 was 317 Pages(201,630)Words Version 3 is 337 Pages (215,050) Words I didn't make any major changes but mostly smoothed out and added some in this version. I also recut it V2 was 18 chapters V3 is 20. I had one chapter like 31 pgs. This is the go through I'd normally do before I'd hand a book over to Magic for pub. Originally when I started this the plan was to pub and then well July 2024 we decided to delist our content from stores so yeah.
I might release other formats like a pdf. I know how to do that but the epub stuff is something I haven't learned yet. I might get a kindle/tablet at some point and then mess around with how to format a file for it.
Anyway I might change or tweak things as series goes on. If I do I've added a (Changes). It can be accessed here or main page of Volume 1 so if I do make any I'll drop them there so you wont have to reread all of Volume 1 over and
over less you want to lol^^
Anyway without further ado...
One can't commit….the other is committed to destroying her…
She loves them both in her own way.
Two Lovers
Volume 1
1
"Would you come on already!" hissed Tawnie.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" said Gwyne as she scampered across the street.
Her heart raced as her high heels scrapped the pavement. She still wasn't sure about this. It had been a long time since she'd been to a crazy party. Usually they just went to bars or clubs these days. For the last three years or so, she'd sort of been in a relationship. It was... complicated.
Corrie was a deep and troubled guy, Tawnie thought that was just code for a guy who wouldn't commit but she didn't know him like Gwyne did. He was a firefighter, one of the best and seasoned. He had seen and been through a lot in his life and it had greatly affected him. Long ago he'd made a choice to never settle down.
He loved his job and wanted to dedicated his life to saving others. Yet he knew how dangerous his dream was. He put his life on the line everyday and had seen too many marriages and families torn apart by tragedy. He didn't want to make promises he couldn't keep. He had to make a lot of hard decisions and had more then enough close calls. He didn't want anyone waiting for him to come home or to get that knock at the door like his mother had.
Gywne understood he'd made a choice and respected that...at least she wanted to but three years was a long time. They'd met by happen chance, she'd been on a blind date, a really bad one. From the moment she arrived at the restaurant it had gone down hill. Her date was a total jerk to her but she didn't take it to heart, apparently he was that way with everyone. He complained about everything and only talked about himself and his last girlfriend who he had to dump because she "let herself go."
Gwyne was done with the date by the time the salad arrived. She kept picking at her food, hoping to make eye contact with the waiter. She just wanted to pay the bill and get out of there but the waiter seemed to be avoiding their table. She didn't blame him, given her date had commented about the state of his silverware, three times and suggested the restaurant had food poisoning written all over it.
It wasn't her favorite restaurant but she'd eaten here a few times before and never had any problems. However when she pointed that out to her date, he shut her down and said she didn't know what she was talking about. He dismissed anything she had to say and would go on a rant. After a while, she was ready to excuse herself to the restroom so she could sneak off, pay the bill and flee from this disaster.
She slowly gathered her things as he went on and on and was about to stand up, when she noticed he was starting to turn red and looking rather swollen. She tried to point it out to him but he wouldn't let her get a word in edge wise. She had to wait until he took a drink of his water, then informed him of the situation. Again he brushed her off and insisted it was nothing, he was fine.
However, when he went to take another sip of his water, a minute or so later, he suddenly looked sick. He swayed a bit and said something about the salad having olives before knocking his glass of water off the table. It shattered on the ground as he fell from his chair. On the floor, he grasped hold of his neck and began to scratch at it, like he couldn't breath. The waiter rushed over and she told him to call for help.
She got out of her seat, unsure of what to do. She tried to ask if he had some sort of medication but he wasn't responding. Luckily a firetruck showed up almost immediately. She was surprised, expecting an ambulance but apparently firefighters were also first respondents. They quickly rushed in and gave her date a shot of something that seemed to help.
Corrie was one of the firefighters and asked her what her date was allergic to.
She could still remember the first time they'd locked eyes. It was like staring into the ocean. His eyes were mesmerizing and she got this strange feeling like they knew each other somehow from somewhere. She was taken aback for a second and he seemed to be as well. He'd asked if he knew her and she admitted he didn't but that he felt familiar to her.
They'd stared at each other for a second before another firefighter, called out to him. He snapped out of it and again asked what her date was allergic to. She wasn't sure but mentioned he'd said something about olives. Corrie noted it was rare but called it into his radio. A few minutes later the ambulance showed up to take her date to the hospital but he insisted he was fine.
They still wanted him to go to the hospital, it was procedure to get him checked out. Her date argued with them, saying they were liars and just wanted his money. They loaded him on a stretcher but before they could put him in an ambulance, he unbuckled himself from the stretcher and darting off. It was absolutely ridiculous, the dude just had a sever allergic reaction and was running from EMT's and firefighters.
Corrie asked what her date was doing, and she admitted she had no clue. It was their first time meeting, their first date...a blind date her "friend" had set up. She watched as her date collapsed, a few dozen feet away and was taken back to the ambulance. They had to give him oxygen but as soon as he started feeling better, he kept pulling off his mask, saying he wouldn't pay for the ambulance that they couldn't make him.
Corrie asked if she wanted to ride along with her date but she figured he'd be okay on his own. She decided it was best to end things there and declined. She gave a police officer, who had also shown up, her number and name, in case they needed to follow up and went back inside the restaurant. She paid their bill and took her food to go, when she got outside the firetruck was still there. Corrie asked for her name and number and she gave it to him. There was just something about him that drew her in and she wanted to see him again.
When he got off his shift, later that night, he called her and they went out for burgers and pie at a diner he liked. They ended up talking for hours and went back to her place. To say things had been hot and heavy was an understatement. She'd never felt so comfortable so intimate with anyone. It felt like more then just sex, it was more like...like making love. It was as if their bodies were always meant to fit together and afterwards they snuggled, something she'd never done with anyone.
She'd been used to hook ups, one night stands but he felt different, everything felt different, like now that they'd found each other, nothing would ever be the same again, nothing had ever felt so...so right in her entire life. Yet come morning he was gone.
She found out he'd snuck out in the middle of the night, without a single word or leaving a note. She was sure this was different, certain he was gonna call agian but he didn't, a few days went by, then weeks and a month. Every time she saw a firetruck, she was reminded of him and that special night they'd shared. She kept wondering why he hadn't called her. It was not like she had his number or she would have definitely called. She debated checking firehouses but in the end figured she'd been wrong. Maybe as special as it had been for her, it wasn't for him. She chalked it up to just another one night stand...nothing more.
However, about a month later, she got a call from a lawyer, her bad blind date wanted to sue the fire department, restaurant and ambulance for battery and assault. They wanted her to be a witness. She couldn't believe it! She quickly declined saying they hadn't done anything but save his life. She was served a subpoena a few weeks later and had to take the day off work.
She was to be treated as a hostile witness and wasn't looking forward to testifying. However the judge threw out the case first thing, on her way out of the courtroom she notice Corrie, along with a few others that had been present on that day. They stood around talking and joking, they probably had this happen all the time.
She considered acting like she didn't see him and began to walk away but as she got to the door, she decided fuck it. She wasn't going to let him get off that easy. She stormed up to him and demanded to know why he hadn't called her back, after giving her the best night of her life. He looked caught off guard. She wondered if he'd forgotten her…if he did this sort of thing, like her, all the time.
His co-workers quickly hooted and hollered, giving him applause. His face turned red and she could see she'd embarrassed him, calling him out in front of his co-workers. He wiped his mouth then put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. He put on a big smile and made a joke, saying if it was that good, why hadn't she called him. Unphased, she asked for his number but he didn't give it.
He turned from her and said sorry, she had her chance but he wasn't interested in dating. Again there was more hooting and hollering, one of his co-works put their arms around him calling him a player. She crossed her arms and quipped back at him, who said anything about dating, then gave him a sultry look. Without another word she simply turned on her heels and walked off.
She heard a few more cheers and jeers but ignored them feeling disappointed. She thought that would be the end of it but a few nights later, he showed up at her door.
There had been an accident, one of his long time friends had been lost. He was clearly drunk. She could have turned him away but she didn't. She pulled him into her apartment and took him to her bed.
She just held him in her arms and listened to him talk all night long. The next morning he woke a bit confused. She made him some coffee but they didn't say a word to each other. He left but showed up off and on after that, sometimes he'd be drunk, sometimes not. They'd make small talk, watch TV and make love but he always made it clear, this thing between them, whatever it was, would never be anything real. He didn't want to be anyone's boyfriend or husband.
She knew most people wouldn't take that. That they would want more but there was something about him. She made it clear there was no expectations, if all he ever was, was her lover that would be enough for her. Whatever he had to give, she'd take. After that it was just understood that he'd come in and out of her life.
If ever things got too real or close to an actual relationship, he'd pull back and disappear for a while. He encouraged her to see other people and if she ever made a real connection with someone, he said he'd step aside and walk away. She didn't want him to walk away, she didn't want to be with anyone else... but three years was a long time.
Sometimes things would be steady, great even, he'd only be gone for a few days but then there were weeks she didn't hear from him, months when there were forest fires. One time he showed up with fresh bandages and burns. She learned he'd been in the hospital, for a few weeks and they got into a big argument. They nearly broke things off right then and there. Time and time again, he'd made it clear what this was...but she kept making it more.
She realized after that, he could have died and no one would have told her. It was what he wanted but she felt like her heart was on a hook and kept getting yanked out of her chest. Every time he left recently, she realized it might be the last time she ever saw him. It was devastating but she couldn't talk to him about it. He'd made it clear how he felt. She needed to respect that and she worried if he thought she was getting too attached, he'd walk away for good.
So for the most part, she kept her feeling bottled up inside and would only vent to her best friend, from time to time. Tawnie would always listen but suggested Gwyne get out of her head. She needed to go out into the world and relieve some stress, party, get drunk, get laid and have some fucking fun every now and then. She was far too young to be this depressing. Tawnie always had a way of cheering her up.
It took some time but eventually she convinced Gwyne to go out and get some perspective/cock. They used to go out all the time when they were younger and have crazy sex adventures. There was a wild costume party going on this weekend. They'd heard about it years ago but neither of them had ever been able to find it, when it was going on.
They'd only ever hear about it after it was over. It was suppose to be super crazy, drugs, dancing, daredevil's, fireworks, sex on display and one massive fucking orgy of lights. It was suppose to be, one of the wildest party you could go to, anything could happen and it was just what Gwyne needed, according to Tawnie.
They learned it was being held at some warehouse. Tawnie came over to Gwyne's and they both dressed up in sexy costumes. Tawnie put on this sexy cowgirl outfit. She had on a tube top that barely fit and thong shorts that showed practically everything. She got a cute cowgirl hat and fake holster with toy pistols and even a rope. She joked she was gonna catch herself a few bulls to ride.
Gwyne wore a seductive belly dancer costume. She'd taken a class years ago in college. She had some see through genie pants and adorned herself with fake jewels held on by super gooey glue.. Instead of wearing a top she connected a series of chains to her nipples rings that hung down and moved when she danced. The rest of her was mostly covered in sheer fabric, colored scarves, jewels and chains. She was practically walking around naked but damn did she look sexy. Tawnie thought she looked more like a genie, then a belly dancer and joked she should offer to grant sexual wishes, whatever her master or mistress desired.
They shared a bottle of hard liquor and kept cracking jokes as they got ready. When it was time to go they put on coats they could throw away, if they got lost and didn't bother with their ID's. They never really needed to show ID at bars or clubs, they usually got most things free, given their looks.
At home Gwyne had been excited to get out and about but as she shivered now, waiting in line to get in, she was beginning to have second thoughts. "I don't know if we should do this, there is gonna be a lot of people here, things could get really fucking crazy"
"Let's hope!," said Tawnie gleefully. "Don't think, just do. This party is once in a fucking lifetime girl, don't let it pass you by." She pulled something out the pocket on her thong shorts and handed Gwyne a tiny pill."Tonight you and I are free to just be. Have some fucking fun for once,"
Gwyne nodded and popped the pill, by the time it was there turn to go in, she was starting to feel better more then better. She took off her coat and walked down a long hall into a room full of half naked people drinking and dancing. The lights were like a thousand sparkling stars and for a while she just lost herself in the music.
After a few songs, Tawnie wanted to explore and find the sex room's they'd heard so much about. They moved from room to room, looking at costumes and people doing all sorts of crazy things. There was a woman who breathed fire and a guy juggling chainsaws. After a few more rooms, they finally ran across a circle where a woman was fucking two guys at once that were wearing horse masks.
Both guys were fucking hung and going at her holes. The woman looked deliriously happy as a third guy jumped in the mix and shoved himself in her mouth. Then a woman stepped in and began to eat that guys ass out. Tawnie and Gwyne looked at each other knowing it was gonna be a wild night.
They moved deeper and to the various rooms. The further they went the less people were watching and the more people were doing. Everywhere they looked people were fucking or being fucked. At one point a fight broke out, two guys wanted to fuck the same guy and people watched as they hashed it out. They got water sprayed on them and the dude they were fighting over went off with some other fucking dude.
They moved into a room where everyone looked totally zonked out, like literal zombies. Every so often sparkles came down from the ceiling, like it was snowing confetti. There were trays of pills and various needles just laying out for free. It was clear these people were on some hard shit.
With Tawnie's pills everything felt that much more awesome but Tawnie and Gwyne never did anything too hard, it was just enhancers to intensify everything. Gwyne had forgotten how amazing they could feel. At one point she started to relax and let go, she got into a song and some guy started feeling her up and fingered her pussy on the dance floor before some girl came up and started making out with him. She lost herself deeper in the crowd of people. She made out with a few guys nearby and a girl with this wild tattoo all over her back. She wanted to ask about it but the woman slipped into the crowd of people.
The pace was packed beyond packed. She moved back through the crowd feeling like she loved everything and everyone. She was reminded of when Tawnie and her would go out partying during college. They'd had some pretty wild nights drinking and doing crazy shit with rando's, it was the ultimate reason neither of them had graduated. They'd been so much more experimental back then up for anything. Taco's at 3 am….going to the beach on a weekdays, skinny dipping in random peoples pools. Things had kind of settled down now that they were in there mid twenties. Tawnie still went hard sometimes but Gwyne mostly stayed at home. She used to be up for anything and wondered if she could ever be that open again.
The music changed and she realized she'd lost sight of Tawnie for too long. They'd promised to stick somewhat together tonight...at least make sure the other was having fun and not getting piled on. She found her after a bit. She seemed to have found her "bull" and was riding this muscular body builder bareback on a couch. Gwyne shook her head, she locked eye with a guy who was jerking it. He nodded to her but she went off to get a drink. She'd need a few before she let herself go that far just yet. Corrie had told her to meet other people but it still felt strange when she went out...almost like cheating. Even though he'd told her not to, she'd gone and fallen in love with him.
She felt suddenly depressed and ordered herself a double shot at the bar then two more one for her and one for Tawnie but ended up downing them both while waiting for her to finish. She ordered another shot but this one got spilled. Someone was in a hurry and rushed up to the bar, they bumped her and her drink spilled. She cursed staring down at the floor.
When she looked back up she noticed a handsome guy standing in the corner of the bar. He looked like he was by himself but his lips were moving. For a second she wondered if he was singing to the music but it had no words. She realized he was talking to a guy in a full bunny suit standing next to him. It was weird cause the guy in the bunny suit was facing the bar, like they weren't talking. She noticed the men exchange a briefcase. The guy in the bunny suit took off with it, almost immediately. She laughed thinking it was like some spy shit.
The handsome guy now by himself slowly sipping a drink. He seemed so out of place...so different from the others at the party. More like a spectator then a participant. While everyone was half naked dressed in all sorts of weird costume, he stood in a finely tailored suit that could have been worn anywhere. She laughed, taking him in some more then ordered another shot.
She drank it and walked over to him, "What are you suppose to be?"
He didn't answer, she realized he must not have heard her over the loud music. She stepped up closer to him and shouted. "WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSE TO BE!" He looked annoyed before he glanced in her direction. He did a double take once he saw her and his expression quickly changed to one of interest. He titled his head and she watched him look her body up and down. She could tell he liked what he saw, he couldn't have been more obvious. He leaned in close to her then and said, "Excuse me?"
She laughed and practically shouted. "It's a costume party!" She got even closer to him as the music got louder. "What are you suppose to be?"
His eyes lingered over her body, for another second before they flickered up to meet her gaze. The place lit up with lights as the bass dropped. They locked eyes and she saw his were a light blue, an ice blue. Yes they were fucking gorgeous and piercing. Her breath caught in her throat as she breathed in taken aback by their intensity.
A powerful feeling overcame her, this strange sense of dread, it washed over her causing her to suddenly become cold. She instinctively stumbled back wanting to find Tawnie and go. She nearly fell, bumping into someone who was passing by but the handsome man caught her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her dangerously close to him. She felt uneasy like a deer caught in headlights. For a second the two just stared at one another...then the room got dark again and he kissed her. It was a gripping kiss that pulled her in and made all the thoughts in her head fall away.
They locked lips and their tongues collided, making out. He began to trailed kisses to her cheek and then down her neck. He applied just the right amount of pressure to set hers senses off and she let out several pleasurable moans. When he finally pulled his lips from her skin he leaned into her ear and she could feel his breath on her neck as he said "I'm a CEO, of the world most powerful company."
It was strangely specific, for a second she almost believed him, then realized he was joking. It was a fucking costume party, no one was who they said here. She laughed the feeling of dread fading as she began to feel a buzz from the alcohol and drugs. She might have had too many drinks at once.
His pulled back slightly, set his drink down on the bar and put his finger under her chin, lifting it so she looked up at him "And you? What are you?"
"A belly-" she started to say belly dancer but instead recalled what Tawnie had teased. She smiled and then seductively spoke in his ear. "I'm a Genie, your every wish is my command, master,"
She pulled back to look at him and he smirked saying "Really,"
There was a flickered of excitement in his eyes and something dark... dangerous. It made her quiver in his presence before she knew it, he was pulling her away from the bar and they were weaving through the crowd of people. His hold on her arm was secure, almost painful. She could barely keep up, her heels slipping and sliding on the floor. At one point they burst through an exit door and were suddenly outside, in some dark alleyway.
They stopped walking and in one swift motion, he turned and slammed her against the brick wall. He nearly knocked the air out of her lungs, then took her breath away with another powerful kiss. When he pulled away, he let his lips linger over hers for a moment. He tangled his fingers in her hair, turned her head to one side and trailed kissing down her neck again, then unexpectedly he bit down on her shoulder. It wasn't a love bit either.
She cried out and then moaned as he roughly squeezed her breast tugging at her nipple ring. He began to run his hands all over her body, feeling her up and squeezing her as he pleased. She stood there amazed at how cold his touch was but after a moment she realized everything was cold, the wall and the air, she could see her breath, when she remembered to breath.
Without warning, he pulled at her outfit, ripping the sheer fabric and scarves away until he could get to her sex. He sunk his cold fingers between her lips and found her clit with ease. His finger tips were so icy, she jerked at the sudden coldness on her clit. He ran his finger over it pressing it down then roughly grasped it. He squeezed it and tugged on it. She jutted against the wall feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure. He stared her down watching her squirm as he roughly toyed with her sensitive nub. He seemed to enjoy her distress.
He let go of her nub and lifted one of her legs up as he zipping down his pants. He pulled himself out and she didn't even get a chance to look at his cock before he shoved it inside her. Unlike everything else his cock was hot and throbbing. It sunk in hard and deep filling her to the brim and then some...jabbing her cervix up. He hadn't held back at all, and she was overwhelmed with the sudden fullness of him.
It had been a while since she'd felt another mans, raw cock inside her. As a matter of safety, she always had strangers wear condoms, just in case they had something. But he hadn't even given her time to suggest it. He just plunged into her like, he already owned her pussy. Again he stared her down, she didn't know what to think...couldn't think, her senses were overwhelmed.
He kept her pinned to the wall for a moment allowing her body a second to adjust to his girth, then pulled back and slammed into her. Again not holding back, she wildly squirmed, it was hard and rough but felt oh so good. She felt like she was gonna lose her mind, it had been a while since, she'd been rough fucked. She threw her head back feeling the sting of her pussy. Her muscles clenched down hard against his cock and he smiled.
He began to thrust then rough and ragged, grinding her into the brick wall. His thrust were slow at first, slow but powerful shaking her entire body. Every time he collided with her core it sent a shock wave through her. She began crying out quickly building towards climax...a record for her. He plugged her three more times, then suddenly almost without warning her pussy spasmed against his cock and she came hard. It was deep and painfully tearing through her, it caused her muscles to bare down on him as she cried out. A wave of mind numbing intoxicating pleasure soon washed over her, causing her to roll her eyes back.
He chuckled at her reaction and lifted her other leg. He didn't let up for a second pounding her orgasmic pussy and she felt another sting of painful pleasure. Her body rippled with another orgasm and then another. Shit...shit she was losing her fucking mind. She tried to wrap her arms around him to cling to him as her body was overtaken with euphoria. However he pulled back and nearly jerked out of her. He balanced her, freeing one of his hands to grasped hold of her wrists and roughly pinned them above her head. "Keep your hands off me, filth."
His voice was angry, she could just barely see a look of disgust crossed his face She looked at him confused, her heart racing. He was in her balls deep but didn't want her touching him. Okay... whatever... he released her wrists and she put her hands flat against the brick wall to show she could comply with his wishes. He gathered her up pinning her pelvis with his once more.
Then he unexpectedly grabbed her neck. He glared down at her as he began to choke her. He got rougher with his thrusts then, almost painfully bashing into her. She whimpered and he practically yelled in her face "You like this bitch, huh? You like being roughly fucked by a complete strange in an alley?"
She looked at him confused it was hard to focus on his words, when she was in the throws of such pleasure and pain. She just kept gasping clinging to him with her pussy. He tightened his hold on her throat, cutting off her oxygen. He demanded her full attention...a response. She couldn't think beyond his cock, mashing into her but she also couldn't breath.
She nearly passed out, her field of vision growing dark. She instinctively grasp hold of his hand trying to pry it from her neck. He suddenly let go, she took in a labored breath, only to be back handed hard across the face. It was sharp, unexpected, and painful. It whipped her head to the side and she looked at him bewildered.
No one had every hit her like that during sex, unintentionally her pussy clenched down on him as the sting of pain radiated across her face. He roughly jerked into her and she came again, harder this time, the pleasure was so unexpectedly crippling given what he'd just done to her. It only seemed to intensify her orgasm. She nearly double over crying out.
Once again he grabbed hold of her throat and squeezed. She looked up at him confused... scared but also something else… something she was uncertain of, never having felt it before this moment. He had her full attention now, their eyes locked on to one another and he once again asked, "Do you like this you sick bitch? Huh? Being roughly fucked in an alleyway, by a complete stranger."
Her eyes glossed over and she managed to gasp. Her lips quivered as she surprised herself responding. "Yes…yes...yes." She didn't understand what was happening but didn't want it or him to stop. These were the most powerful orgasms of her life.
He smiled at her then, a wicked smile that was almost demonic. It scared her...like she'd just signed some dark deal. He kissed her hard passionately, mashing his lips against her. He practically shoved his tongue down her throat and she moaned as he decimated her her pussy, pounding her into the brick wall like she never had been before. She cried out cumming again and again harder and faster each time but he kept going.
It stared to hurt he was so rough with her, she tired to reposition but he didn't like that, he squeezed her neck tighter. She squirmed against him and nearly grabbed his hand again but he got in her face and roared "NO! You will hold still. You will take what I give you."
She almost couldn't breath but didn't fight it. Something inside her was compelled to obey him. They locked eyes staring each other down. His brutal thrusts continue for nearly a minute but she took it, took his hard cock, holding painfully still until he stiffened a moment later and closed his eyes with a hard release of his own.
She could feel him cum inside twitching and jerking, his seed filling her up, it was unexpectedly hot. When he was done emptying, he pulled back, her legs fell down and he let go of her. She slid down the wall and fell to the ground. After a moment she fell forward onto her hands and knees coughed and grasped for air, realizing he'd nearly choked her out.
She massaged her throat as he put himself way and brushed the wrinkles from his suit. He looked around for spectators, then down at her. She was out of it...her body trembling from the orgasmic furry. She was vaguely aware she was now naked save for the chains on her piercing and the little fake gems she'd glued to herself. She could see a dozen or so sparkling on the ground. She laughed, he'd fucked her so hard he'd fucked her jewels off.
She was unsure of how she was gonna get up or go back in like this or even get home. She found herself completely overwhelmed by the simplest of tasks. She scrambled to make sense of anything but felt slightly dizzy. She tried to get to her feet, and stumbled forward. Again he caught her as she nearly fell. She looked back at him unsure if he was going to help or hurt her. He smiled down at her and said "Let me get you a drink."
"Sure, whatever" she rasped, her throat burned and her heart pounded in her chest and ears. He wrapped an arm around her back then under her knees lifting her up. He began to carry her down the alleyway, it took her a few seconds to realized they were moving away from the party. She pointed out the bar was the other way but he kept going. He hailed a cab and things were a bit of a blur from there.
She remembered him putting her in the cab and her saying she needed to get her friend but he kissing her into silence. They made out until they got to some place and then made out in an elevator. When they got where they were going, his place, she assumed, he stripped down and snatched her up into his arms.
She didn't think she could take any more but he took her to his bed and they fuck like wild animals, long into the night. She'd never came so much, or hard in her life. At one point she started madly crying as he pushed her senses past pain and pleasure, plunging her into an all consuming darkness…
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