EroticReverie

Shay Adaway

It’s been a week since the night at Killian’s and I can’t lie , it’s been hard to ignore his messages on all my social media. I’d purposely left the next morning without waking him, without giving him my number. But to my surprise he’d messaged me on Instagram and sent a friend request within hours of me leaving.  

I still haven’t accepted the friend request. You’d think when you give a guy an easy out to a one night stand , that he’d take it. But no. He’s also messaged me on Facebook as well. It’s tempting to respond but It’s my own personal rule to not fuck a guy more than once. That’s how you catch feelings. That’s how they wrap you around their finger and get you to fall in love and then they fucking stop trying while you pine for their attention that you’ve grown used to. I’ve watched too many women do it. Make a man their priority to only be treated like shit later on. 

The fact that I was already spending everyday thinking about him. How he fucked. How hot that night was and how much I’d actually laughed and enjoyed the night with him. I couldn’t risk spending another night with him. 

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I’m at the same club I was at that night I ran into Killian. Wearing a thin strapped backless halter dress. The thin strap around my neck , the black fabric draped over my breasts and dipping low to my mid torso while the short dress cling to my waist and hips and upper thighs. I’ve put my hair up tonight and thank god cause the club is packed with bodies and it’s hot as fuck and my skin is already sticky from the heat. 

Dancing with my friends I look around to see if there’s anyone watching me , showing interest , a guy or perhaps a woman to take home tonight so I don’t end up doing something stupid like messaging Killian back for a booty call. 

I spot a decent looking guy dancing with that awkward man dance where he’s not really dancing at all but he’s watching me and is pretty hot so I slip through the crowd of people and towards him and watch him smile. 

I don’t even say a thing as I lift my arm up and around his neck and press my body into him. My heels making me match his height and I grind against him and watch him look down at my breasts and his hands grab my waist as he dances back up on me. He has zero rhythm which makes me think he’d be a shit lay, but I was willing to give it a shot when I feel how hard he gets , and he feels a considerable size. 

I spend a total of two songs dancing with him and then he offers to buy me a drink. 

We stand at the bar and I order a vodka cran and he gets just a coke and I look over to my friends , watching them all dancing with each other as well as a few guys. 

I look back to the guy who is smirking as he holds out my drink and I watch him look at me as I lift my drink to my mouth and just as I do I look down into the cup and see something fizzing in the bottom. My brows pinch and as I lift my cup to take a better look at the bottom , a large hand snatched the drink making it spill and then it splashes on the floor as the hand throws it on the ground. 

Before I can even blink , jumping back from the splash of liquid I look up finding fucking Killian grabbing the guy by his shirt at the neck , towering over him as the guy goes wide eyed. 

“You piece of shit” Killian growls and then reads one hand back and throws a punch that lands right in the guys nose and I can’t hear the crunch of bone but the guys nose gushes blood instantly as the people around us spread back and take interest in the guy who’s howling in pain as Killian grabs him by the shirt again throwing him against the bar and landing another solid punch that has the bastards head that just tried to drug me going to the side and his body slumping against the bar. 

“Killian!” I yell at him as security starts to make his way through the bar towards us. 

“Killian!” I shriek as I grab at his shoulder as he starts yelling at the guy telling him what a fucking piece of shit he is. 

Before the security guards can say anything Killian tosses the guy into them and tells them what he’s done. 

I look to the security guards and notice one of them is actually another guy from highschool and a friend of Killians.  The security guards grab the bloody guy and drag him out as I just watch Killian arms lifting with each angry puff of breath and then he turns and looks at me running a stressed out hand through his hair , the other guys blood on his knuckles. 

I’m standing there mouth parted in disbelief as his lip curls angrily and he looks me up and down. 

“Wow.” Is all I can manage to say and he growls at me. 

“Be more fucking careful Shay” he grits his teeth. 

I say nothing , because I’m so fucking turned on right now and I’m seconds away from throwing myself on him and telling him to take me home again. I nod. 

“Fuck” he growls. “I fucking hate motherfuckers like that” he seethes and I lick my lips as he looks toward where they dragged the guy away. 

He looks back at me and his nostrils flare. 

“Why haven’t you fucking answered my messages?” He snarls. 

“Cause I didn’t want to” I say and he huffs and then looks me up and down again. 

“Pain in my fucking ass” he growls and I can’t help the smirk that comes over my face. He just shakes his head at me. 

“You spilled my drink” I say and he cocks a brow. 

“You mean your fucking drugged drink? Yeah. You’re welcome” he bites out. 

“Aren’t you gonna get me another?” I ask. 

He huffs a laugh. “Buy a drink for you after you ignored me all week?” 

I shrug. “Or I can find someone else to buy me one” 

He licks his teeth angrily and seethes at me. 

“Yeah? So they can slip something in it?” He asks jaw clenched. 

“That’s the first time that’s happened and I saw it right before you knocked it out of my hand. I was fine.” I say with a shrug. 

His nostrils flare. 

“Vodka cran please” I say and then look away and gasp slightly as his hand comes to my face and grabs my jaw and I swallow hard as he turns his face back to me. 

I stand there and my eyes are on his , on his nose as it flares again, his hard jawline and the way it flexes. 

“Fucking pain in the ass” he mutters and drops his hand and I grin to myself as he turns to the bar and orders me another drink. 

He keeps looking at me as we wait , keeps shaking his head as I just smile smugly. 

He pays the bartender and then turns and hands me my drink. 

“Thanks Kill, have a good night” I say sipping from the little straw as I turn and then he grabs my arm and I laugh to myself knowing he wouldn’t let me just walk away. 

“You owe me a dance for that drink” he growls in my ear. 

“I don’t owe you a thing” I say as I step back and slip my arm out of his hold and sip on my drink. 

He inhales deeply , I can’t tell my how his chest puffs up and then lowers as he exhales. 

“Youre really gonna pretend that you don’t want to spend the night riding my cock Shay?” He asks and I bite my lip and grin. 

“Been there. Done that. Not interested.” I say and turn again and he swipes his arm around my midriff and pulls me back against hip and I let out a little yelp and his mouth comes to the side of my face. His lips against my ear. 

“I’ve been thinking about your hot little fucking pussy all god damn week Shay” he growls in my ear and my nipples go harder and my pussy drenches itself. 

“She’s memorable isn’t she?” I ask over my shoulder looking up at him. 

His mouth drops back to my ear. 

“I need to get my dick wet , and you’re gonna be the one to help me Shay” he says and tightens his arm around me. 

“Pass” I say , struggling to hold myself together. His demanding down and the little growl in his voice making it real fucking hard. 

“There’s plenty of pussy here for you Killian, why not find one that actually wants your cock inside it?” I say and he growls. 

“You’re such a little bitch” he growls and I smirk to myself as his arm loosen and his hand slides over my stomach. 

“And you’re gonna put that hot little cunt on my cock tonight” he says and I bite my lip. 

“I don’t think so” I say and he growls in my ear. 

“We gonna play games Shay? We going to pretend that your cunt isn’t begging for it right now?” He asks. His hand sliding down and right up under my dress in the packed crowd and his finger slides between my pussy lips and finds the proof he was so sure of. 

I hiss and my mouth parts as I let out a soft moan as his hand slides further between my legs. His middle finger slipping into where I’m most wet. Teasing my cunt with his fingertip. 

“Yeah. I thought so. You fucking naughty bitch” he growls.  

I was so fucking screwed.