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The night was cold, bitter, and dark. Your eyes shifted from the lit cigarette in your hand to the velvety black sky above, the expanse of it adorned with tiny white lights. The pounding music from inside Buck's had given you a splitting migraine, and even as you took drags from your cigarette your head was dizzy. You peeked back inside the red-lit room, watching the dancing bodies move together along with the beat. Your eyes widened, though, as the people began to part for a darkly dressed, stumbling figure. He was tall and shaggy looking, chestnut colored hair sticking out at all angles from his head. He had pale skin and a mischievous smirk on his lips, a sign of trouble you didn't want to deal with.

Dallas Winston slowly made his way over to you, your mind wondering what in the hell he wanted. When he reached you, he placed an arm around your shoulders and smiled, drunkenly. Your body flinched at his touch, on instinct, but you soon relaxed when all he did was stand and lean. Dal's jean jacket scratched your skin, and you tried to move away. The boy didn't let you, though, and actually pulled your frame closer to his. He didn't even look at you, Dallas just looked ahead as if everything was normal. He took steady breathes, each one reeking of alcohol and... toilet water? Confusion soon clouded your brain, wondering why he smelled like toilet water, and why he was so god damn sweaty. You rolled your eyes after a few seconds, "What do you want, Dal?"
He glanced at you and smiled real big, giggling like a school girl. "Hiya doll face! Gotta light?"

You finally broke loose of his vice grip, "Yes, Dallas, I do. What's with the touchiness, Dal? Sylvia cheat on ya' again?"

He sighed, leaning on the door frame where you had just been, "That broad has two-timed me more than anyone can count, so yeah, she did." He took the offered lighter and lit his own bud, handing the small, silver box back to you. Dallas took a long drag and puffed out the smoke through pursed lips. His head turned to look out into the street, his jaw tense. "I deserve betta' than that, don't ya' think? I deserve," he trailed off and looked at you, his gaze dark, "someone like you..."
You chuckled and shook your head, "You're drunk, Dal. Go home."

It was his turn to laugh, "Nah... I like being here. Next to you..." He started walking towards you, trapping your body between him and the deck railing behind you. He dipped his head to your neck and planted soft kisses on the cold skin. Dal's body was warm, his hold on you firm and strong. You tilted your head back and sighed. Not again...
Dally had tried to get in your pants once before without prevail. What made him think he could do it this time? At this point, though, it didn't matter. You were out of it, your mind clouded with cigarette smoke, vodka and Dally. You ran your fingers through his hair, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as he worked magic with his lips and teeth. Even with the sharp, freezing air surrounding you both, you had never felt hotter. As Dallas sucked and bit on your neck and jaw, his hands massaged your hips, fire erupting from the spots his fingers touched. Your face was warm as well. You were sure you were as red as the room inside, and you were thankful it was dark.

You gave a hard pull on Dal's chestnut locks and he groaned, low against your skin. "Why don't we take this upstairs, huh, sweetheart? Somewhere a little more private..." Dally looked at you through hooded eyes, his voice deep and slurring.

You nodded, and with his arm around your waist and yours around his shoulder, the two of you sauntered through the crowd toward the stair case. When you made it up the stairs and into the dim hallway, Dal immediately started ridding you of your clothes, you returning the favor. When he got to your pants, his hands fumbled and twisted, fingers slow and clumsy. You chuckled and stopped, looking at him quizzically, "You need some help, Dal?"

He shook his head and tried once again to unbutton your pants, failing once again. "God damn these pants! Why the hell do they have so many fucking buttons, huh?"

You threw your head back and laughed loudly. Then took his hands in your own, placed them at his sides and looked softly into his eyes, "Here, lemme..." You undid your pants with ease and he pouted as you continued walking to his room. Clearly one of you was more drunk than the other...
Dally kicked open the door, removed his own pants and sat down on the bed, looking at you expectantly. You crossed your arms and giggled, "What?"
He clasped his hands together, looking like a near god in just his boxers, his broad shoulders relaxed and chiseled torso just waiting to be kissed and bit. You got impatient as his silence, your cheeks heating up at the realization that you were standing in the middle of Dallas Winston's room in just your panties and bra. Your shoes, pants, and shirt were all lost somewhere in the hall. "What, Dallas?" your voice was sharper.
He looked taken back at your impatience, "Don't use that tone of voice with me, doll. Give ol' Dal a show, will ya'?"

He leaned back on his hands now, smirking at your angry eyes. You could see a growing erection in his bright red boxers, and you bit your lip. He wanted a show? You'll give him a fucking show. You hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and tugged, slowly, until they reached your ankles. While you tugged you sensually swiveled your hips, shying away from his lustful stare with bashful smiles and grinning lip bites. With a playful kick of your foot, your panties landed lightly on the wood floor. Next was your bra. You did the same, circling your hips in a small dance like motion, slowly unclasping the back of the matching bralette until your breasts were free. A low whistle emitted from Dal's lips, "Damn, baby..."

You giggled and bowed your head. The chilled air of his room engulfed your body, spreading over your skin like a wave would the shore. Goosebumps formed on your arms and legs. Not letting your small discomfort show, you walked over to Dal, your hips swaying gently. He grinned up at you, moving backwards until he was pressed against the wall. You straddled his waist, the smooth material of his boxers rubbing against your core. You scooted up a bit and while your mouths danced along with each other, your hips ground slowly into his pelvis.

Just as you were getting into a rhythm, Dally grabbed the back sides of your thighs and threw you on the upper part of the bed, your body bouncing lightly and the bed springs creaking. You laughed and leered up at him. Dally simply smirked in response as he lowered his head in between your thighs. Dal didn't tease you at all and went straight to work, lightly kissing your clit with his soft lips. The light fuzz growing on his chin tickled your thighs as he did so, and you sighed. He sucked and licked, working your core with his magical mouth. You writhed on the bed as his grasp on your thighs tightened, the fire burning between your hips building up.

You couldn't think straight; everything was clouded and blurred by pure ecstasy. Your moans were loud, your gasps and curses drawn out. Dal was is heaven himself; tasting you and listening to your verbal delight was almost enough to send him over the edge. After a few minutes, he added his fingers to the equation. Two thick joints quickly started pumping inside your core, their calloused tips rubbing against your walls perfectly. Dallas set a fast pace, the faint sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your veins burned, your toes curled, and your face became hot. Only Dallas Winston could really get a girl flustered like this; take complete control of her and have her begging for more. It's what made Dallas himself.
His fingers combined with his mouth soon became too much, and soon you were screaming into the air, his name and strings of curses dripping from your open mouth. Dallas worked you through your orgasm, not letting the fire in your core and veins burn out. After you had calmed down, his slithered up your body and gave you a sloppy kiss, his lips glistening, and red. Your mind was hazy and your legs tingled, and you had never been happier. Quickly regaining your composure, you gave him a sultry look and spoke low. "Now it's my turn."
Dallas grinned and bit his lip, "Yeah. It is. Get on your knees, doll."