The bass drum thumped against Stella’s ribs, a physical echo of her own racing heart. She swayed to the music, eyes fixed on the stage where a man in tight black leather moved with predatory grace. Muscles rippled beneath the fabric as he scanned the crowded club, finally locking his dark gaze on hers. A slow grin spread across his face – knowing, hungry – and Stella’s pulse quickened in time with the pounding beat.
The bass drum thudded through Stella’s chest, vibrating up her spine and out through her wide hips. She swayed with it, watching the dancer. He moved with an easy confidence, his muscles rippling beneath tight black leather. His gaze swept across the packed club — landing on hers. A slow grin stretched across his face, a knowing smirk that made Stella's pussy clench. He winked. She smiled back, her heart quickened.
"Looks like you got yourself an admirer," a voice drawled beside her. Stella glanced over, catching the eye of a woman with teased blonde hair and ruby red lipstick.
"Yeah?" she said, taking another sip from her martini.
“Honey,” the woman sighed, “you should see that dick in action. He's got this whole club under his spell." She let out a low chuckle, then pointed a manicured fingernail at Stella’s chest. "Not to mention what he does behind the curtain.” She winked and moved on into the crowd, leaving Stella flushed and acutely aware of her own desire for Mark.
The music reached a crescendo, and Mark moved toward the edge of the stage. He paused, his eyes locking with hers again. A silent promise passed between them. This time, when he grinned, it was just for her. He tossed the microphone to a waiting hand, then launched himself through the gap in the velvet ropes, leaving the stage.
Stella pushed past the throng of bodies, leaving behind the scent of cheap perfume and spilled beer. The backstage hallway smelled of stale cigarettes and sweat from years gone by — it felt like an escape from the crowded heat of the club, though just as sticky.
She found him leaning against the chipped paint of a door that looked more like a closet than an entrance to anything exciting. The dim light filtering in through a grimy window caught on the sheen of his salt and pepper chest, highlighting the sharp line of muscle beneath his tanned skin. He smelled good – musky. He wore just a black thong and boots that made her feel like he could stomp her with an errant thought.
“Hey,” she breathed, letting the space between them close until his heat pressed against hers.
Before she could even take in the full view of him — the way the fabric of his thong strained across his hard cock, how his hands rested on his hips, as if ready to lunge — he pulled her tight against his chest. His lips found hers with a rough urgency that tasted like whiskey. The kiss was hot and hungry, dragging her breath from her lungs. He ran a hand over the back of her neck, pulling her close. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with need.
“God, you look good,” he murmured against her lips. He dropped down, taking her shorts and panties to her ankles as he did. He face went to her hair mound, taking her clit into his mouth. He worked her pussy lips between his teeth, sucking them gently before diving deeper. She felt a sigh escape as he lapped up her flavor, swirling his tongue around her tight cunt. His hand slid up to cup her breast through the thin cotton top, his thumb circling her nipple.
The scent of him — musky sweat and spice of his cologne — mingled with the sweet floral perfume she’d layered on this evening, making her head spin. She closed her eyes against the rush of sensation that flooded her with every flick of his tongue, with each slow stroke of his hand across her breast. The air in the cramped room seemed to thicken, charged with a tangible heat that pulsed from his touch and vibrated through her bones. “God you feel so fucking good,” she sighed.
His sole focus was on her cunt — hot and demanding. He sucked her deep, swallowing the tip of her clit between his lips, making her gasp. His tongue darted out to caress the underside of it, sending a jolt through her core, “Oh god.” She clung to him — wanting more — needing more. The smell of him — a mix of musk and sex — uniquely his — filled her senses, making her insides heat.
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter, riding out the wave that built and crashed over her. He kept moving, slow and steady at first, then faster, his tongue circling her clit, teasing it with each slick stroke.
"Mmm," she breathed out, arching against him as he sucked the tip of her clit. His hand was working its way lower now, cupping her ass — squeezing. He could feel the heat building in her. She felt it too — a throb that pulsed from her womb through her thighs and out her cunt.
He knew she was close. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer as he worked her clit and pussy lips with urgency. She wanted to cry out, to beg him to keep going, to devour her whole.
“Yeah,” he said, voice rough, against the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Cum for me.”
He pulled back just enough that she could see his face, shadowed in the dim light but still lit with desire. His eyes held hers captive as he lifted his head and swallowed down her juices.
“Take it,” she whispered, pressing a hand to his chest as she pushed her hips up into him. “Just take it.”
He nodded once, a dark smile on his lips before diving back down to devour her again, faster this time, hungry for more than just her taste. His tongue worked her entrance, sending waves of pleasure through her.
She felt herself coming undone — a tremor that started low and coiled tight in her belly before exploding outwards. She gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails scratching. He kept going until she was lost in the rush, the feeling so intense it stole every other thought from her mind. Then he swallowed, drawing back with a sigh of satisfaction that made her body tremble even more.
He stood, leaning his chest to hers, as he took her right hand and pressed it to his thong. His cock throbbed against her hand as he lifted his head to look at her, chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead. He licked away a bit of spit clinging to her lower lip, then leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers.
“Fuck me,” she breathed out, pulling herself up from the chill of the chipped sink behind them.
He grinned, a feral glint in his eyes. “That’s what I want.”
She felt his hand on the back of her neck, tilting her head back as he worked at the buttons of her blouse. It came undone and fell the floor to lie near her feet in a tangled mess. He didn’t even look at it, just pulled her closer again.
His hands moved over her bare skin. His thumbs traced the line of her breasts, teasing the swollen nipples that pushed against him. She arched into his touch, desperate for more, feeling every muscle in her body bunch and tighten as he leaned down to kiss her again. This time it was deeper, hungrier still, tasting of desire and something rougher — need.
"You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. They were wide and dark with want. A flicker of heat passed between them before he lowered his gaze again, taking her in with a possessive sigh. He traced the line of her hipbone, his thumb brushing over the curve of her ass as he slid his fingers up to cup the soft flesh beneath it. She let out a sound she couldn’t quite place — a groan maybe, or something closer to a moan of pure pleasure.
He moved his hands again, pressing down on her hips, urging her backward until she was pressed against the chipped sink in the corner of the cramped room. The cool porcelain felt stark and unexpected against her heated skin. She didn’t care.
He caught her gaze one last time before he entered her — hard and deep. The sensation slammed through her, making her gasp as his cock filled her. He moved quicker — thrusting deep into her tight cunt with an urgency that mirrored her own.
“That’s it. Fuck me,” she moaned.
His hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer so their bodies pressed together in a tangle. His other hand roved over her skin — tracing the line of her ribs, finding the curve of her hip, pushing his thumb into the sensitive flesh of her breast. Each touch sent shivers through her, every stroke making her gasp as he moved deeper inside her with each powerful thrust.
“Damn,” he breathed out against her ear, voice roughened by need. He kissed along her jawline, nipping at the shell of her ear before his lips came back to hers again for another searing kiss, “Your pussy feels fantastic tonight.”
Her body was a furnace — hot and slick, her pussy pumping hard against him with each thrust. She clung to him, hands buried in his hair, knuckles white as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling on in.
He grunted — primal and raw against the thrum of the club music that leaked through the walls. His grip tightened on her hips, pulling her even harder against him as he moved with a ferocious intensity. Her breath hitched — each rasping exhale mingling with the scent of his sweat and musk that filled her nostrils.
She clung to him like she was drowning — fearless — letting herself be consumed by him. The pounding pulse of his cock inside her, the rhythm of his thrusts, the way he held her — it all felt too much, too good, overwhelming. Yet, there wasn’t a single part of her that wanted anything but this.
They were lost in their own world — a tangle of limbs and heat, punctuated by groans and gasps, fueled by a primal need that burned away everything else. She was his and he was hers, locked together. She could feel him building, see it in the way his muscles tensed, hear it in the ragged gasps that escaped his lips. She knew he was getting close as his cock swelled.
“Fuck,” he groaned into her neck as he buried himself deep inside her. He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze – a dark sea of desire swirling within them both.
“Yeah,” she whispered back, pressing herself against him even harder as the world shrunk down to just the two of them and this feeling that consumed every inch of her being.
The club music continued to thump outside their door, a distant pulse in the quiet room filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts. The wet slap of his body to hers. They were both still moving, though slower now, his thrusts deep and deliberate against the steady rhythm of her clench and release. She clung to him fiercely, wanting him to fill her completely, needing every single second of this feeling. He was so close, she could feel the heat of him pulsing against hers, taste the salt of his sweat on her lips. She wanted to drown in it all.
He pulled back just enough to leave a quick kiss on her jawbone, then drove himself deeper into her with one final powerful thrust.
“Yeah,” she breathed out again as he came inside her — hot and thick, filling every corner of her pussy with his release. She felt it spread through her, pooling in the warmth of her womb, sending tremors through her body that echoed the way his cock pulsed against hers.
They stood there for a long moment, still tangled together, chest pressed against chest, catching their breath. The air was thick and sweet between them, charged with the heat of their need. She felt lightheaded, drained yet exhilarated all at once.
When he pulled back enough to look down at her, his eyes dark and intense even through the haze of his afterglow. His thumb stroked her cheekbone as he watched her with a grin that was almost shy. He looked like he wanted to keep holding her there forever — right against him, slick with sweat, caught in this moment of breathless, shared intimacy.
He leaned down and pressed another kiss to her mouth, soft and lingering this time, tasting of desire and something else — contentment, maybe?
She didn’t want it to end. She didn't want anything but him, right here, right now.
And then he pulled his g-sting back into place and left the small room, saying, “I got to go work the crowd. See you next time.”