Craving Some Cum

Maggie clutched her drink tightly, her palms slick with sweat. The music thumped in her ears, the bass heavy and insistent. Bodies gyrated on the crowded dance floor as colored lights flashed and spun overhead.

It wasn’t really Maggie’s scene. She was more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, preferring to spend her evenings in front of the television or curled up with a book she’d checked out from the library. But tonight was different; tonight she was going to let loose. At least that had been her friends’ promise when they’d invited her along.

Laura, a petite blonde with an infectious laugh, grabbed Maggie’s arm and pulled her further into the club. “Come on Mags! Let your hair down!”

Maggie stumbled after Laura, trying not to spill her drink as they made their way through the writhing crowd.

Finally they reached their destination—a small table tucked away in a corner of the club near the bar.

“Sit,” Laura commanded with a grin.

The other girls giggled as Maggie sat down at the table, nervously glancing around at all of the people dancing and laughing and drinking around her.

Laura returned with another round of drinks for them all—cocktails with obscenely fruity names like Sex on the Beach and Screaming Orgasm. Maggie took a sip of hers, cringing at its sweetness, but grateful for its calming effect.

As the night wore on, Maggie began to relax. She laughed and danced with her friends as they took turns picking songs on stage for karaoke night. After another couple rounds of drinks for liquid courage—despite all protests—Maggie found herself weaving through bodies towards the bar.

She needed something stronger than cocktails fortified by fruit extracts if she was really going to loosen up tonight.

Leaning against the edge of the bar after securing herself another shot—which she knocked back with a wince—Maggie watched the crowd, her eyes roaming over the patrons searching for something… she didn’t know what. But there was an itch under her skin that hadn’t been there before and she had a sudden unshakable thought: I need to get laid.

The realization made her stumble, and she grabbed onto the arm of a man sitting on one of the bar stools to steady herself.

His head whipped around to look at her as soon as his arm was in her grip, surprise written all over his face. His brown eyes met hers, and Maggie felt like she’d been struck by lightning.

He was gorgeous—dark hair styled into a messy fauxhawk, scruff lining a strong jaw full of dimples that deepened when he grinned at her and asked if she was alright.

She licked her lips nervously, suddenly overcome by shyness even though it had been her intention to be bold and forward (because that’s what people did at bars when they wanted casual sex right? She wasn’t entirely sure. Her experience with dating and relationships started and ended with awkward kisses behind bleachers in high school.)

But Maggie forced herself to follow through on the plan she’d spontaneously decided upon moments earlier on the dance floor. Whoever this man was—he had something that she craved.

Leaning closer so their bodies were pressed together,  Maggie whispered in his ear.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he pulled back slightly to look down at her more fully. She nodded once, biting down on her lip anxiously as he considered whatever proposition or request or statement or whatever this could be categorized as. (Was there etiquette for talking about desires for casual sex out loud?)

But then he leaned closer again until his mouth was next to her ear so only she could hear him over the deafening music thumping around them: “You want me to come… where?”

“I want…” Maggie’s voice dropped even lower to a breathy whisper as she repeated herself. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

The man looked genuinely startled for a moment, his eyes widening as he studied her face. Then he grinned and nodded.

“Yeah… I can do that.”

Before Maggie could respond or properly comprehend what was happening, the man grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him through the crowd.

She stumbled after him, knocking into more than one person along the way and leaving apologies in her wake. She almost lost sight of him once, but then she felt his hand close around hers again and they were outside, stumbling down a dimly lit alleyway.

Finally he stopped at the end of the alley near a fire escape ladder and turned to look at her with another grin that made her weak in the knees.

“This okay? Here?” he asked, gesturing with his free hand.

Maggie swallowed hard, desire pooling low in her belly at how eager he seemed. She didn’t trust herself to speak without stammering out something embarrassingly clueless about not knowing how this sort of thing worked or if it was going too fast—despite having been the one to initiate it all so brazenly on the dancefloor—so she just nodded instead.

The man pressed her back against the brick wall at the end of the alleyway with a soft thud before capturing her lips with his own. He kissed like it was an act of worship—thorough and reverent. Maggie moaned softly into his mouth when he slipped his tongue past her lips, deepening their kiss further.

His lips, soft and warm, left hers, and he trailed kisses along her jawline, his breath hot and intoxicating. Maggie's eyes fluttered shut, her body tingling with anticipation. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, and his erection pressed against her, a silent promise of what was to come.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down her spine. His fingers traced the curve of her neck, and then he gently pushed her hair aside, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Maggie's breath caught in her throat. The man's words, spoken with such raw desire, sent a jolt of excitement through her. She nodded, unable to form words, her mind clouded with lust.

He nibbled on her earlobe, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, and she let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the wall. His hands roamed down her body, cupping her ass, and he pulled her even tighter, their bodies now flush against each other.

"I want to feel you around me," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I need to be inside you."

Maggie's eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. She wanted this too, every inch of him, and she was ready to take him up on his offer. With a nod, she reached down, her hands shaking slightly, and unbuckled his belt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.

As she freed his erection, he let out a low growl, and she could feel his excitement, hard and throbbing in her hand. He guided her hand to his cock, and she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking gently. His eyes closed, and he leaned his head back, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

"Suck me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Take me deep, baby."

Maggie's heart raced as she dropped to her knees, her mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his length, and he let out a sharp intake of breath. His hands found their way into her hair, gently guiding her, as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him.

He moaned, a deep, primal sound, and his hips began to thrust, meeting her eager mouth. Maggie's eyes closed, lost in the sensation of him filling her, the taste of him on her tongue. She could feel his urgency, his need building, and she increased her pace, wanting to bring him over the edge.

"Oh fuck, yes," he groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "I'm gonna come for you, baby. I'm gonna fill your mouth."

Maggie's pussy throbbed, imagining the sight of him cumming for her, and she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head. With a final thrust, he came, his hot seed filling her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, relishing in the taste of his release.