Mmm. Now, that’s what I’m talking about, I thought as Trevor’s leg went over mine and he began kissing the side of my neck. I sat back on the plush sofa in the VIP section of the Nightlife Café with a margarita in hand, content for the first time since I’d walked out of the board meeting. Just as I predicted when I left the dealership, this was just what I needed-good song, good drink, and the possibility of some good dick.
I’d finally gotten Trevor’s stiff ass to loosen up after giving him a blow job on the way over here, then filling him up with shots of tequila right after we hit the door. He still wouldn’t shut the fuck up with all that Ivy League crap, but that was okay, because I could barely hear a word he was saying with the loud-ass bass being pumped out of the club’s speakers, anyway.
I let out a slight murmur when his hand slid its way up my DKNY dress so that his fingers could gently rub the thin material of my thong. He wasn’t talking now; he was attempting to handle his business, and in public no less, but we’d see how far he was willing to go with that in a minute. I turned to him, and his lips found mine as I leaned forward, placing the margarita on the table in front of us. I had to give his Ivy League upbringing some credit, though, ’cause the boy had some skills. I hadn’t messed with a dude in a long time that could do what he was doing with his fingers. He had my * dripping like a faucet.
Two jealous-ass bitches I’d seen giving Trevor the eye earlier walked by, staring, and I gave them the finger with one hand while massaging his dick with the other. Mine, bitches, all mine.
One thing I was grateful for was that Trevor’s parents sure didn’t short him in the dick department. I will tell you the man was blessed with a small baseball bat, and I couldn’t wait to get it inside me. I let go of his dick, then broke our kiss, reluctantly removing his hand from underneath my dress. He said something, looking disappointed, but I couldn’t hear what he said, nor did I care.
I took hold of his tie, then stood up, giving him no choice but to stand up with me. Still holding his tie, I led him past the VIP bar and into the unisex bathroom, where two women, one cute and the other one very butch, were doing coke. It was pretty obvious they had some kind of a relationship going on there.
“You wanna bump?” the butch one asked as she damn near shoved the small spoon up the other one’s nose.
“Nah. Thanks, but I’m after an entirely different high.” I turned to Trevor and pulled him closer to me. I locked my lips on his and sucked on his tongue as I gently pushed him into one of the stalls. “Sit,” I ordered.
He hesitated for a few seconds, but then relented when I took hold of his belt and began to undo his pants. I admired the size of his dick for a brief moment as I kicked the stall door shut. I’m not going to lie; I was more than a little concerned about taking all that meat, but a girl had to try.
I stepped out of my thong, sucking in an anticipatory breath as I took hold of his dick and straddled him. I rubbed the head against my clit, and without even thinking about a condom, I slid down on him, savoring every single thick-ass inch. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never been so completely full in my entire life, and I’d been fucking on the regular since I was fifteen.
As good as it was just sitting on his dick, Trevor didn’t give me a chance to savor the moment at all. He grabbed my hips and started lifting me up and down, pumping that thing in me like there wasn’t going to be no tomorrow. It felt so damn good, all I could do was encourage him.