It's hot up in this club. Your face continues to get hotter as you grind on an unidentified male, wrapping your arms around his neck as your back presses against him. His hands travel down your sides, his hot breath in your ear.
Damn, he's good at dancing. The loud music of the room makes you more excited as you get caught up in the moment. The bass makes you shiver.
The man's hands slip in between your legs and turn to face him. It's still to dark to see him, so you continue your erotic dance, his knee brushing against a very sensitive place. You press yourself up against him as close as you can get, rubbing chest to chest, your needy moans fading into the loud room.
Suddenly your hand meets his crotch and you look up, seeing the faint glint of glasses. Oops. His strong hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you through the crowded room into a dark closet.
He presses you against the wall, not saying a word as his mouth travels down your neck, kissing feverishly. His hands work off your thin dress and he kisses lower, touching your completely revealed breasts.
A moan escapes your lips as his tongue wraps around your bud. He smirks against the skin and bites playfully, making you cling onto him, arching your back.
His hand moves down to your thighs, making him chuckle darkly as he feels the wetness running down your legs. "Excited.." This was the first word he's said all night.
You bite your lip, blushing, glad he couldn't see. He slips down your panties, using his tongue to feel down your stomach until he meets your dripping pussy.
You moan harshly as his tongue slips inside, his thumb rubbing your clit. He smiles at the taste of you, exploring your opening.
You pout as his mouth leaves you, then moan in surprise as two of his fingers replace it. You shakily reach out, feeling down his chest to his pants, unzipping them.
He groans as some of the pressure of his hardness is relieved and then you whimper as his fingers leave you empty again.
He slips down his pants and boxers, then positions himself close to your womanhood. You grab onto his shoulders, wrapping one leg around his waist. He hisses as he quickly enters you, and you cry out in surprise, his huge dick bigger than you were used to.
He continued thrusting, making you moan after a while. You slid your other leg around him, making him groan in pleasure. His hands held onto the wall as you kissed him, tongues rubbing up each, making you smirk as you tasted yourself.
He thrusts along with the beat of the music, hard and animalistically fast. Your hands reach up to his soft, short hair, tangling in it.
The only things you hear are the slapping of skin on skin, loud moans, and wet kisses, along with the drowned out music. He presses you as close as he can to the wall, groaning louder.
Your back starts to arch up as he goes deeper, one of his hands reaching down to grab your ass. "Mm.." You moan loudly, gasping for air as he pulls away from the kiss to attack your neck again.
He thrusts harder, feeling close. "I.. I'm gonna cum.." You moan, clawing at his back. He thrusts into you a few more times before you hit your breaking point, kissing him again, practically screaming into the kiss.
He pulls out and cums on your face. You wipe off your cheek and lick off your hand, panting. "Damn..."
He pulls up his pants and you copy his actions, getting dressed. "I never got your name.." You say.
"Berwald.." He zips his pants. You freeze. "Mr. B-Berwald?!" You grab the dangling light switch in the closet, literally shedding some light on the subject.
"Ms. (Name)?!!!" He stares at you, turning bright red. "Tell no one." You turn the light off again and slip out of the closet.
The Swede stays in the closet for another second, trying to think. How did even end up doing his co-worker at the club? For god's sake.