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"Those fucking heels kill me," he says, thrusting in so deep that I draw in an audible breath. For eight hundred dollars they better fucking kill him.
My gaze drifts down to my shoes and even I have to admit I look good in them.
"Damn, you can fuck," he says. "Most chicks just lie there."
That produces a smile from me. I do try.
"How boring," I respond, and his hips pick up speed.
Our thighs slapping against one another and the sound of heavy breathing echoes throughout the bathroom. He grabs my face and turns it toward him. Our tongues meet and that's all we both need to push us over the edge. My guy releases my hair and wraps his strong arm around my waist to hold me to him while he teases my clit. I love being held down and restricted. I rear back so he plunges harder, deeper. A few more thrusts and he's rolling his hips into me slow but hard, making us both come at the same time. I whimper at the feel of him twitching inside me. He grunts, and I can tell he's relishing in the pleasure just as much as I am.
"Gotta love fucking on E. Nothing compares," he says, pulling out once our pleasure subsides. I almost fall but he grabs me to hold me up. "Especially with a chick as hot as you who can take cock like a pro."
"Tell me about it," I say, trying to catch my breath. "I can go all night, especially with a man who knows what he's doing." I counter.
He shoots me a wicked grin as he pulls the condom off and drops it into the trash. He picks up my ripped panties and dumps them too, then places his cock back into his pants just as I push my dress down and fix my hair.
"How about we have a couple of shots then get back on the dance floor?"
I smile at him. "I'm down for that."
We walk back to the bar with his arm around my shoulders like we're dating, and find Natalie talking to a stranger and throwing back shots.
"Ohhhh I see you got a birthdaygasm with a hottie." She's grinning from ear to ear and slides my purse to me.
"It's your birthday?" my rando asks. "Tell me you're legal."
I laugh, I can't help it. I've always been told I look young for my age. "Twenty-one today."
"Thank fuck," he says, and waves for a round of shots.
"Ready to hit the next club?" Natalie asks after the shots are delivered.
"Where are we off to?"
"Marquee."
Natalie’s rando groans. "I never get into that club."
"That's because you don't have a female with you," Natalie says, and I look at her in confusion. "Marquee doesn't usually let a man in unless he has a girl. They have strict rules." She clarifies.
I smirk. "Guess it's your lucky night," I say to her guy. I pull my own man in for a kiss and then look at Natalie. "He's with me all night."
We take one last shot, then walk downstairs to hail a taxi to West Chelsea. It takes ten minutes to get to Marquee with traffic, and just like at 1 Oak, we’re ushered to the VIP section.
We spend the rest of the night dancing and drinking, with a few rounds of hot, drug-induced sex in the bathroom.
"What’s your name?" my rando asks as we part ways.
"Felicia." It’s been fun, but like hell I’m giving him my real name.
"I'm never gonna see you again, am I?"
"Nope," I chuckle.
"Damn," he whispers. His grin is so fucking cute I almost give him my real info. “Well, thanks for one hell of a night.”
"Thanks, guys, for the drinks and orgasms, but we gotta go," Natalie says playfully, and we take off in a different direction.
