The wind was bitterly cold, and I wrapped my long coat around me as someone from inside the restaurant held the door open.

“Thank you! It’s fucking freezing!”

As we checked in for our reservation, my friend said to me with a grin, “You might want to stop swearing at strangers. You probably don’t even know you’re doing it!”

I laughed. “I don’t! Fuck. I’m a mess.”

As we walked to our table, I could feel eyes on me. I knew I looked great. My skirt and  shirt hugged my body and the colors complemented my skin and hair. My shoes made my legs look long and toned. I smelled luxurious.

Our table was on the edge of the mezzanine, with a view over the whole restaurant. As soon as I hung my coat over my seat, I got a text.

Where are you?

A puzzled look settled on my face. It was a guy I'd worked with at my old job. I didn’t see him much then, and I hadn’t seen him for months, maybe over a year.

Why? I texted back.

I like your skirt, he wrote. I immediately scanned the tables, and halfway through the room, I saw him. He was at a long table by the door, in a seat facing me.

I laughed and gave him the finger from across the room. Creep, I texted.

Who’s the guy? He asked.

Ha! Jealous? Don’t worry, he’s gay.

Great for me. Want to hang out later?

My heart started racing. I remembered a very boozy holiday after party with him, a  group of us playing Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever. Extremely unprofessional, but extremely fun.

Sure. Where?

I watched him read it. He looked up at me with wide eyes. Someone at his table saw him looking and followed his line of vision up to me, then punched him playfully in the arm.

There’s a good wine bar right by my place. We could walk from here. Then, another message right after. Might as well be bold, right?

I glanced down at him with a smile as the waitress arrived at our table. I wanted to make him wait.

Throughout dinner, I snuck looks at him. When his table got their checks, I texted back. Send the name of it. I’ll head there when we’re done. Wait for me. And if you thumbs up this message, I’m not coming.

I saw him laugh, and he sent me the address.

***

I wrapped my coat around me in front of the restaurant and hugged my friend goodbye.

“Have fun tonight,” he said with a smirk.

“What does that mean?” I asked, amused.

“I saw you looking at your phone all through dinner! I hope they make you cum, whoever they are.” He smiled and squeezed my arm.

I laughed. “Ha! Me too.”

I turned and walked towards the address in the text. It was close, and I walked fast in the cold.

The bar was busy, and it took me a minute to find him. He was sitting on a two seater sofa in the corner by the window.

He stood up when I got near him. “I watched you walk in. You look beautiful.”

I reached out for a hug and held it longer than I would with someone who was just a friend. I leaned in, my mouth right by his ear. “You really want to have a drink, or do you just wanna go to your place?”

He put his hand on the side of my face and raised his eyebrows, smiling. “I want to have a drink.”

“Ha! Fine. To make sure I didn't become a weirdo?” I let go of him and moved back, taking off my coat. “Champagne or prosecco or cava. Anything dry and bubbly.”

He headed off to get the drinks, and I perched on the edge of the sofa as I looked around the bar. Very buttoned up. Couples and groups of friends, all speaking low enough that I could hear soft music playing. I caught some eyes looking my way.

He came back with the drinks and sat next to me, and I sat up straighter, pressing my chest out. Wide-eyed, I asked, “Do you like my shirt?” It was sheer all over, my bra visible underneath.

“You’re barely wearing a shirt.” He reached out with his free hand and ran it across the back of my arm, ending with a squeeze. “I couldn’t stop starting at you all through dinner. It’s like they put you right in front of me on purpose.”

I cocked my shoulder and leaned back on my elbow on the arm of the sofa. “I’m trying to make you regret saying you wanted a drink.”

“Well, maybe I’ll have two then. Because that's kind of what a weirdo would say.” He laughed, and let go of my arm. He ran his hand along my side, pulling his palm down my leg.

I kept my head straight forward but looked down at his hand with my eyes. “Who said you could touch me?”

“You don’t want me to touch you in public?”

“I’m fine with PDA, I just want you to earn it.”

“How do I earn it?”

“Just be fucking charming,” I laughed.

As we talked, I remembered how much I’d liked him when we worked together. He was funny, and he didn’t let me get away with being too bratty. He bantered back and forth with me, and we had the same references and interests.

He finished his drink and put the glass on the table. “Another one?” He asked, with a smirk.

“Absolutely fucking not,” I said, feigning shock. “I would've stayed at the restaurant if I wanted to get drunk tonight!”

“Yeah,” he ran his hand up and down my thigh again, moving his body closer to me this time. “I don’t want to get drunk tonight, either.” He paused, looking into my eyes. His gaze was steady and deep, locked in on me.

I felt my breath deepen. I tried to control it, to slow it down.

“I’ll be right back,” I cooed.

He smiled and sat back, dragging his palm down my thigh and off my knee. “Okay. Hurry.”

I got up and had to steady myself. I smoothed out my skirt and looked back at him with a smile as I walked towards the bathroom.

******

As I walked back into the bar, a tall, well-dressed guy stepped in front of me.

“Hi,” he said.

I stopped walking and stood taller, looking up at him. “Hi, do we know each other?”

“Not yet.” He was devouring me with his eyes.

“Oh, I’m with someone, but thank you!” I stayed upbeat. I could tell from his body language that he wasn't used to hearing no.

“He’s a lucky guy. He better treat you right.” He moved closer to me, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a drink.

“I’ll tell him you think so,” I laughed. I shifted my body so I could fit in the space next to him and walked back to my seat.

“Who was that?”

“I don’t know, just some guy who told me you should treat me right.” I bit my lip and smiled. “So, are you? Gonna treat me right?”

He looked over my shoulder. “He’s looking at us. He looks angry.”

I laughed. “He’s angry because he lost and you won.”

“Yeah, he looks like he can’t believe I won. And looking at him, I kind of can’t believe I won, either.”

I shifted closer to him, inching over on the soft seat. My voice was lower, almost a whisper. “Don’t say shit like that." I moved my mouth to his ear. "If you say shit like that, I can’t cum.”

He pulled back, looked into my eyes and exhaled, hard. “I closed the tab already, let’s go.”

I grinned. “Okay.”

I stood up and put on my coat. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, passing right by the other guy. So close that the edge of my coat swiped across his arm as he turned to watch me leave.

The frigid wind hit me again when we got outside. I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged my coat over my body.

"My building's right here," he pointed across the street, "we don't have to be cold for long."

We got there quickly. He opened the door to his apartment and flooded it with light.

I watched him take his coat off and hang it up. Then, he held his hand out. “Gimme your coat.”

“Rude,” I said, with a smile. I shimmied out of it and handed it to him, my arm outstretched. I turned and moved further into the apartment as he hung it up, stepping out of my shoes as I walked. “You know,” I said, turned away from him, “that guy’s right.” I turned back to face him as he was walking towards me. “You should treat me right. You should do whatever I want.”

He put his hands on my upper arms, then ran them down my back, ending with a squeeze of my ass. “Oh yeah? Why? 'Cause some other guy thinks you're hot?"

I bit my lip and nodded my head.

"Well," he slowly started pulling up my skirt with his fingers, "what do you want?”

I put my palms flat on his chest, spreading my fingers out and pushing up to his shoulders. I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered, “Show me your tits.”

He laughed, then said, “Why? Because I’ve been able to see your tits all night? And so has everyone else?”

My breath caught. I love knowing when people are looking at me. I love people seeing me and wanting me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my body into his. I tried to speak slowly, but I was too worked up. I spoke quietly, close to him. “Do you think they liked them? Were they really looking? Who was looking?”

“Everybody.”

“Everybody what?”

“What do you mean?” He looked confused.

“Don’t you mean something like, ‘Everybody, you slut?’” I grinned.

“Fuck!" He pulled away a little, a surprised smile spreading across his face. "That's the kind of stuff you like?" He moved closer again. "Yeah. So slutty. Everybody saw how slutty you are.”

“Say it.”

He leaned in close, his mouth moving up from my neck to my ear. “Everybody was looking at you, you slut.”

I tilted my head back and breathed out, a moan escaping my lips. “Are you nervous?” I shifted my face down but my eyes up, biting my lip as I grinned at him again.

“No, why?”

“Liar. I saw the whole restaurant watching me walk to my table. Which means you saw everyone watch me. Which means you know you’re about to do what half the people we saw tonight wish they were doing.”

“Everyone at the bar was looking at you, too.” He closed his arms tighter around my lower back, our hips pressed together.

“Tell me who. If you don’t remember specifics just make it up.”

“Oh, I remember. I saw. Every guy was undressing you with his eyes. They all couldn’t believe you were with me.”

I pulled away and got mock serious. “I told you to stop that shit!” I laughed.

“No, really! I watched their eyes, their faces. They’d see you and scan your body, your face. And then they’d look to see who you were with and I could see it - they looked… puzzled.” He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh.  I looked up at him and he leaned in, our first kiss a slow one. Deliberate, like he was making a memory.

I ran my hands down his chest, down his stomach, my palms flat and fingers feeling. Down to his belt buckle and below it. I flattened my palm against his hard cock and broke away from the kiss. I looked up at him, wide-eyed, sounding surprised. “For me?”

He looked confused, then when I raised my eyebrows but didn't say anything, he smiled. “Okay. Got it. Yes, for you. It’s hard for you.”

I smiled, glad he understood what I needed.

"Over there," he said, as he gently pushed me towards the sofa.

"You sit," I said. He did, and I straddled him, my hands on his chest and neck again.

We talked between kisses. Slow sentences punctuated by breaths. "Mmmmm. Do you really get it? I want everyone to want me. And I want them to watch what they can't have. I guess it's reductive? Like it fills some base level, primal need to be desired? Maybe that's kind of fucked up..."

He laughed and pulled me closer. "Hey, I don't kink shame."

"Mmmmm," I cooed. "Good. I think it's just about feeling special for awhile. Whatever it is, it's what makes me cum the hardest." With the last sentence, I put my hand back on his hard cock, rubbing it through his pants.

He cast his eyes down, watching my hand. His voice sounded deeper. "Like... feeling princess special," he paused and looked straight at me, "or whore special?"

I shuddered and breathed out, hard, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling myself into a frantic, heavy, rolling kiss. In a hoarse voice, I groaned, "Both." I pulled away a bit, my chest heaving.  "That makes no sense, right?"

"No, it does. I get it. You worry about how you sound in emails." He untucked my shirt. "You practice presentations until your voice gives out." He ran his hands under my shirt and massaged my tits through my bra. "You watch condescending assholes get ahead just because they have cocks." His hands were all over me. He deliberately grabbed and squeezed as he talked. "You're hot and you're smart and you work hard. So you don't want to be in charge when you get fucked. You want the person you're fucking to be in charge, because then you get to stop thinking and just enjoy it, right?"

I sat back, lightly holding onto his forearms, running my hands up and down them. "Fuck, dude. I guess I'm not your first hashtag-girlboss."

"No," he said, "you're not."

With that, he pulled me into him with one hand, and ran his other hand up my back to my neck. Slowly, his hand crept up, until he grabbed a handful of my hair at the base of my scalp.

"You like this?" He asked.

"Yes," I moaned, my eyes closed.

He pulled my head back, slowly and firmly. Then, he planted sloppy kisses all over my neck, holding my head away from his mouth. With his other hand, he roughly pushed up my skirt. He flattened his palm between my legs, pushing between my underwear and my skin with his middle finger.

I tugged my head forward and he released his grip. I brought my forehead to his, resting it there. Reaching down, I held my underwear to the side for him, grabbing his hair at the back of his head with my other hand and kissing him ravenously.

I felt him push a finger into me, and I grabbed his hand, using my fingers to push another one of his inside. Our tongues entwined, biting and licking, I found a rhythm as I rode his hand.

"Switch," he said. He pulled his fingers out of me and gently pushed me away from him. As I stood up, he put his hands on my waist and guided me into a seated position on the couch. He knelt between my legs and pulled me towards him by grabbing the backs of my knees.

He looked up at me, his eyes wide, eyelids steady. "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. I didn't believe it was you until you texted me back." He leaned in for a quick, passionate kiss, and pulled my skirt and underwear down. He brought both his hands to my inner thighs, just above my knees, and held me apart. He positioned his hand between my legs, stroking my clit with his thumb, watching his progress. "Look at that wet pussy." He almost whispered it before moving his head between my legs.

I settled back as he licked and sucked. I weaved my fingers into his hair and rested my palm there, my hand gently riding the rhythm he was setting. My breaths got longer and deeper as I rocked my hips onto his tongue. Satisfied moans escaped my lips and I tightened my grip on his hair.

"Mmmmm, not like this."

He stopped, pulling away from me quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I smiled a slow, lazy smile. "I just want you to fuck me."

He let out a short laugh and sat back on his knees, running his palm up my thigh, over my sensitive clit, up my lower belly.

"Down here," he tugged at my waist as he said it.

"On the floor??"

"Yes. Get on the fucking floor if you want me to fuck you."

I pushed myself down and let my knees hit the floor. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed, rough and passionate. I broke away long enough to take off my shirt and bra and laid on the floor, propped up on my elbows with my knees bent and knocking in, touching.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper, slid down his pants and underwear. He sat back and pulled off his shirt, then shifted his pants all the way off. I let my knees fall apart and he lowered his body over mine, holding himself up on one elbow and one palm. I wrapped my arms up his back underneath his shoulders, hooking my hands over the top of them.

He pushed his cock between my legs, the head catching and almost going inside with each thrust. There was no resistance - his cock was glistening from how wet I was. I reached down and gently held it, moving my hips to guide him inside me. Just as I felt the head pushing inside me, he pulled back.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was grinning. "You're used to getting what you want, right? You're so hot that you're used to guys just fucking you as soon as they get the chance?"

"Fuckkkk, stop teasing me!" I wrapped my legs around him and tried to pull him in, but he pushed my legs apart, holding them like he had before.

"How much do you want it? Show me how much you want it, you whore."

My mind was blank. I was staring at his hard cock, aiming straight at me, ready but at a distance. Working purely on instinct, I reached down and positioned my middle and ring fingers on either side of my clit. I looked him in the eyes as I started brushing my fingers up and down. My mouth hung open, fast breaths heaving.

"Ohh, good idea, princess! Maybe I'll just watch you make yourself cum, would you like that? We can make ourselves cum like a couple of virgins? That sounds good, right?" His voice was low and steady. He was still pressing my legs back, but his hands had moved down, resting on either side of my pussy.

"Oh my fucking God, you’re torturing me!" I knew I was whining, I couldn't help it. "Please? Please. Fuck! Please fuck me!"

He looked at me and grinned. He hadn't touched his cock at all, and I saw it bounce up towards his body. "You want it," I said, breathlessly. "I know you want it. Your cock wants it, even if you say you don't."

"Lay back," he commanded. At the same time, he leaned over me and pushed my shoulder to the floor, pulling my hand up from my pussy. I relaxed back, and I felt his warm hand slowly trail up to my neck. He brushed his thumb across the edge of my jaw, his fingers pressing up the other side, resting near my ear.

He wrapped his other hand around the top of my leg, and I let all the tension leave my body as I felt him push his cock inside me. All the way inside me. I grabbed his shoulders again and threw my head back, letting him ride me, letting him pound down into me.

"Fuck me as hard as you can," I begged. He moved his hand down and cupped my ass for leverage, and pulled his knee up on the same side. I felt his thrusts getting deeper. "Rougher. Grab at me. Break me down, shut me the fuck up."

"Filthy." He growled into my ear. "That's what you want? You want me to be mean to you? You want me to fuck you like I'm mad at you?"

"Yessss, I'm frustrating, right? So fucking mouthy? Shut me up. Fuck me so hard I can't talk." He was pounding the words out of me, punctuated by short breaths matching his thrusts.

He grabbed, digging his fingers into my nipple and the soft, bouncy flesh around it. At the same time, he bit down at the base of my neck where it met my shoulder. I moaned and shuddered.

He moved his mouth back to my ear. "Is this what you want? You want whatever I want? You want me to punish you? For being such a slut? For wanting everybody to want you? For showing everybody what they can't have with that slutty shirt?" I nodded yes as much as I could, his head close against my neck. "Open your eyes. Look at me. Watch me fucking you."

My eyelids fluttered as I fought to keep them open. My chest heaved with deep breaths as I focused on the feeling deep in my pussy, a wave of satisfied warmth radiating out. He sat back and pushed my knees together, then to the side, the front of my thighs touching my stomach. I wrapped my arms under my knees, holding them against my body. My back flat against the floor, he pounded into me, hard and fast as I gasped and sputtered.

With my legs held close, there was nothing in the way of his body as he thrust into me, and I felt his cock bottom out over and over.

I reached out and gripped his lower back, holding him close, as I breathed, "Owwww." He stopped moving, abruptly, but I held his gaze. "Keep going."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yessss," I moaned, "but I like it." I smiled and pulled him towards me with my gripped hand. "Keep going."

"Fuckkk," he said, breathing hard and fast through his nose. "So everybody wants to be me right now, right? About to make you cum after I made you beg? After I made you my bitch?"

I could barely talk. I whimpered and nodded, then sputtered, "Yeah. Yes. I'll beg you whenever you want me to, I'll beg you to use me. 'Cause I'm such a fucking slut."

"You close, princess? Is all this rough shit getting you close?"

"Mmhmm. Can I cum? Let me, tell me I can."

"I want you to. You wanna cum now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm there, I can cum if you tell me to."

"Then cum for me. Yeah, cum on my cock, let it go, keep fucking me back while you shake."

My arms fell to the sides, followed by my legs. I tilted my hips up as he steadily pounded into me. I felt the warmth spreading and rising, my pussy throbbing, ready to pulse. I held it as long as I could, but his breath and voice made me weak. I grabbed my tits, squeezing hard, kneading. Feeling the dense flesh fill the space between my fingers, the beads of sweat building up under my palm.

"Cum. I want you to cum now, cum like a whore on my cock. Come on, princess."

My body started to buck up into his, and my head tilted back. My breath quickened, my leg outstretched and shaking. My body pushed up into him over and over as I whimpered and whined. "Fuck, fuck. fuckkkk!" He kept his rhythm while I rode it out, hitting my g spot with each thrust. As the wave of heat and pleasure subsided, I fell back, pulling him close.

I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away from me, and looked into his eyes. "Cum inside me. I deserve it, I deserve all of it."

"Yeah? You think you've been good enough to tell me where to cum?"

I nodded, eyelids flickering. "Yessss, I've been so good, right? I begged you, I let you fuck me on the fucking dirty floor..."

"Mmmm I don't know, I don't know if I want to cum in you. Maybe I want to cum all over that pretty face. Or maybe down your throat?" I felt my eyebrows raising in desperation and saw a grin spread across his face."No? Okay. You've been good. I'll cum inside you. You're right, you deserve it."

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he leaned back down over me, his head tucked close to mine. I turned my mouth towards his ear and whispered, fast and hoarse, "Cum for me, cum inside me. Give me all of it."

A quick, harsh groan escaped his lips, then a longer, stuttering moan. His thrusts got longer and more intense, lingering inside me. With one last pump, he pushed his cock as deep inside me as it would go, and I felt it throb as his body contracted with breath and release. He pushed back enough to bring his face to mine, and gave me a slow, heavy kiss. I let my knees fall towards my shoulders, rubbing my feet on the side of his body.

He pushed back more and asked, "You good to stay for awhile?"

"Yeah, I don't have anything in the morning."

"Okay, good," he smiled. "If this is the only chance I get to fuck you, I'm making the most of it."

I pulled him in for a kiss, then laid back and grinned. "Lucky fucking me."

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