Millie
There was a fight happening as I made my way back from the restroom. I walked quickly, trying to get to the DJ station to find Marco. I only hoped that his blonde conquest was gone. I’d had to wash my mouth out after she’d kissed me because she’d tasted like cigarettes. Absolutely nasty. I had no idea what Marco had been thinking when he’d slept with her—he probably hadn’t been thinking at all. She’d seemed like she would have been up for anything.
I sighed as I noticed a man checking out my breasts. I didn’t really care that he was looking as I was pretty comfortable with my body, but it was slightly unnerving.
The fight near the bar seemed to be drawing a whole heap of attention, and I wondered what had happened. All sorts of scenarios hit my mind and I laughed to myself.
“What’s so funny, sweetness?” A shorter Italian-looking man stepped toward me, his eyes on my breasts.
“Nothing,” I kept walking.
“Where are you going so quickly? You don’t want a ride on my Italian stallion?” He nodded toward his fairly small penis.
I stifled a groan. “No thanks.”
Why the hell had I agreed to come here? The idea had sounded sexy, but really all I wanted was to be sexy with Marco. I didn’t need all these other weirdos around me.
“No thanks?” He grabbed my arm. “You think you can do better than me?” He sounded pissed, and I resisted the urge to knee him in the nuts.
“I know I can do better than you,” I said with a sweet smile.
His lips twisted. “You think so, bitch?” He reached down and pinched my right nipple hard. “I bet if I slipped my fingers in your cunt, you’d be more than willing to take my hard cock.”
“Get your fucking hands off of me!” I leaned down and bit his arm and then kicked his dick as hard as I could. He gasped and let go of me, and I ran away from him.
Yeah, it had definitely been a mistake coming here. I rubbed my right nipple and sighed. I was all for having an adventure, but this was far too much adventure for me. I was about to move away toward the DJ booth when I looked back toward the fight. I stared at one of the fighter’s backs and I froze. The back looked awfully familiar to me. Was that Marco? I hurried toward the fight and saw that he was going head to head with a tall blond guy.
“Marco?” I shouted as he punched the guy in the face. He didn’t appear to hear me, so I took another step toward him and hit him in the back and shouted again. “Marco!” He paused and looked back at me.
“Millie?” He looked shocked and then looked toward the couch where a woman sat with a similar mask to mine. “Oh, shit,” he said, and then before he could say anything else, the blond guy decked him.
“Please stop, stop!” I screamed and pressed myself against Marco. “He’s with me, please stop!”
“What the fuck is going on? He just started attacking me from out of nowhere.” The blond man was scowling.
“Sorry, there’s been a mistake,” Marco slipped his arm around my waist. “My bad, dude. I thought you were fingering my woman.”
“Oh.” The blond looked at me and then the woman on the couch. “Well, I wasn’t.”
“I realize that now, my bad.” Marco held his hand up. “Sorry.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be bringing your girl to a place like this if you don’t want her to be with other men.” The blond guy shook his head and then he looked me up and down. “Because trust me, if I’d seen her tonight, I’d have been doing a lot more than fingering her.”
“What did you say?” Marco growled, and I felt his body tensing next to me.
“Marco, come on, let’s go.” I squeezed his arm. “Please.” He looked down at me and sighed.
“Okay,” he agreed. We walked back to our clothes. “This was a mistake.”
“Yes, I think it was,” I said with a sigh.
“I thought you got mad because of that chick from the other night,” he muttered. “I thought you were letting them man finger you to get back at me.”
“I don’t want to be with another man,” I said softly.
“Let’s get our clothes and leave, okay?”
I nodded. My right breast was still aching and I cupped it lightly.
Marco looked at me. “What’s wrong?”
“A guy came up to me and was harassing me. He pulled my nipple when I said I wasn’t interested.”
“What the fuck—who was it?” Marco growled and looked around the room. “I will kill the asshole. Show me who it was.”
“Let’s go, Marco.” I squeezed his hand. “I don’t want for there to be any more trouble.”
He grimaced and then sighed. “Fine. No more trouble. Let’s just go.”
We picked up our clothes and headed for the exit. A feeling of warmth spread through me as I realized that Marco must care about me on some level.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks. “Hey, wait!”
“What is it?”
“Is there anywhere that’s a bit more private here?”
“Why?”
“Maybe I don’t want to leave just yet.” I winked at him.
“Are you being serious?”
“As serious as I can be.” I leaned forward and kissed one of his nipples. “Find us a room where we can have some fun without being bothered.”
He grinned and turned left. “Come with me.”
We caught an elevator to the next level and stepped out into a hallway lined with lit candles. Marco led us into a small room that contained one couple on a couch kissing and moaning. He walked to the side of the room where he grabbed a long feather and some rope, and then we moved into another room.
This room contained a four-poster bed, and he grinned.
“Come.”
He gently pushed me onto the bed then reached up and slipped my panties off. He took my dress and heels from my hand and placed all of the items on the floor before he got onto the bed with me. His head nudged between my knees and I spread my legs, enjoying the feel of his tongue as he traced up my inner thigh.
I cried out as he sank his face between my legs and licked my clit. His tongue entered me smoothly and my legs closed in on his face, not wanting him to stop. He fucked me with his tongue, and within minutes I came, my body already heightened with excitement and expectation. He then kissed up my body and pressed his lips against mine, his eyes full of lust and desire. I reached down and pulled his briefs off, pushing him back onto the bed as I took him into my mouth. He was hard and salty, dripping with pre-cum. He was already close to coming as well. I opened my mouth wide so that I could fit all of him inside as I sucked, and he groaned as I licked up his shaft and played with his balls.
“Fuck, Millie. I’m going to come.”
He pulled my hair tightly, yet I didn’t move off of him. I continued bobbing my head and sucking, taking every inch inside of me. When he erupted in my mouth a few seconds later, I licked up every drop and then kissed his chest and ran my fingers along his chiseled abs.
“Sorry, I wanted to last longer,” he groaned as he pulled me up to kiss him.
“No worries, I’m sure you’ll be hard again soon.” I reached my hand down and stroked his cock. He laughed as he pressed my body against his and stroked my back.
“You’re the hottest fucking woman in this place.” He sucked on my lower lip and slipped a finger between my legs. “When I thought that man was touching you, when I thought his fingers were inside you, I almost lost it.” He rubbed my wet clit and slipped a finger inside of me. I moaned against him as he played with me. “This pussy is mine, Millie.”
“I already told you—” I gasped as he added another finger and moved faster inside of me.
“You already told me what?” he grunted as he kissed the side of my neck. I trembled beneath his touch.
“I’m not any—”
“You’re mine,” he cut me off and rubbed his thumb against my clit. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Millie. I know that this is coming fast, and we don’t really know each other, but I’m falling for you, I’ve fallen …” His voice faltered as my pussy clenched on his fingers and I found myself coming again. “Oh fuck, I want you,” he groaned as he positioned himself on top of me. I pulled him down for a kiss, hardly believing what he had just said to me. The tip of his cock was pressed against my entrance, our bodies were slick with our sweat, and I wanted him desperately.
“Then fuck me, Marco.” I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to enter me.
“No, Millie,” he groaned as he kissed me, his cock rubbing gently against my clit. “I can’t.”
“I’m on the pill, it’s okay,” I whispered, shifting my hips in an effort to guide him into me.
“No.” He kissed me hard and rolled off of me. “You told me you weren’t comfortable with me not wearing a rubber until I had another test, and I want to honor you and that feeling.” He reached down and grabbed a condom and ripped open the wrapper.
“But I want to feel you, all of you,” I protested, stroking his cock.
“And there’s nothing I want more than to be inside of you, bare flesh to bare flesh, but not now,” he growled against my lips as he slipped the condom on. “Soon, I will be able to fuck you with nothing on, and you will feel my orgasm inside of you, but for now, this will have to do.”
He pushed his tongue inside of my mouth, lifted my hips, and slid into me. I cried out in pleasure.
“Oh, you feel so tight and wet. You were so ready for me, weren’t you?” He thrust into me, his cock slamming into me so hard that I could feel his balls slapping against me.
“Yes,” I moaned as I ran my hands through his hair. “Oh, this feels so good, Marco.” My heart was pounding as my breasts rubbed back and forth against his chest.
“I love you, Millie,” he murmured against my lips. “I know it might be hard to believe because I’m currently fucking you in a sex club, but I love you. I fucking love you.” He increased his pace, shuddering as he orgasmed inside of me.
He pulled his cock out and slipped two fingers inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit as he brought me to a quick orgasm.
“I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you to get yours first.” He kissed the side of my face. “The next time, I will be slow and ensure you have two orgasms before I fuck you.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked him and pulled him toward me. “Is that a promise?”
“Yes, yes, it is.”
He kissed me again, and I melted into him, feeling warm and secure in his arms. I hadn’t responded to his confession of love, not because I didn’t feel the same way but because I was worried that in the light of the day, he would feel like he’d made a mistake. I wanted Marco to want to be with me and only me. I wanted him to love me for who I am and not just as a body he could have sex with.
I loved Marco, but I needed to know that his love for me was real and not just because we’d had a crazy night. I loved hearing him say the words, but I wasn’t going to say them back unless I really thought he meant them.