Amelia's Unruly Mate

Onyx nightclub has never been so crowded on a Wednesday night. I wonder how many people come in here with problems to drink away like me. I'm most definitely sure, if you were a member of my pack, you would wonder what your Alpha's most loved daughter was doing at a dingly lit nightclub, halfway to being drunk while still chugging down more burning liquor. To be precise, vodka, I've never been a lover of subtle things or people, because I thrive on passion and intensity, addicted to it like a drug. Apparently, my life is currently a whirlwind, spiraling out of control, worse than a mess and going down the drain at an alarming rate. Perhaps that's what I get for welcoming the hard aspect of life. Speaking of which, I do need some loving tonight. A one-night stand won't be a bad idea, it might be just what I need to quench my thirsty desires for the night. Curious to know who my next encounter would be, I scanned the club. Judge me all you want, not that I care, but then, I mean who in this generation doesn't crave desire from strangers. Well, if you don't, that's your ideology, because "I do" and I'm unapologetic about it. I am who,I am. Looking around the club for my next encounter, I asked the bartender for another round, giving me a weird look. He grudgingly served me another, not without annoying me, by trying to strike a conversation. "You're way above being close to drunk, you're almost wasted." He said, "you haven't had enough yet." "Listen kid. Uhh! What's your name?" "I'm Aaron" he answered me, with an irritating tone in his voice. "Aaron, you get paid to serve drinks, I guess it's about time you did your job and not tried parenting your customers" I said, to give him a look of disapproval. With that, he minded his business for the rest of the night. I guess that serves him right. I mean, I know I was kinda rude, but then who cares anyway? I've paid for the drinks, so why should I have to be chaperoned to see how much I'm taking. If only he had known who I was, he'd kiss my fingers while serving me a drink. Irritated, I scanned the club, searching for a guy who would satisfy my desires for the night. Amidst the crowded and sweaty bodies, there he sat, he caught my attention, looking effortlessly stylish and attractive. I sized him up through hooded lids, he definitely was one nice catch. His chiseled jaws, straight nose and plum kissable lips, left me mesmerized. His gray eyes sparkled in the dim light, giving him a more alluring look, his dirty blonde hair added to his charm. Well, I wasn't certain about the exact color of his hair due to the dim lights, but he sure was a hot one. I wonder if he was equally blessed in the other physical attributes. I'm not a pervert, I'm just a horny female alpha. With a smirk, I decided to make my move. "Hey, it's quite hot in here; would you like to step out for some fresh air?" I asked him, trying to sound all casual. His eyes were really captivating - no, scratch that, they were dreamy. My gaze traveled further to his lips, which looked so appealing, 'if only he were mine', I thought, nibbling on the corners of my lips. What a wonderful world we would have explored, reveling in every beautiful day and not forgetting the sultry night. Just as I was lost in this fantasy, I felt shivers run through my spine and my core was drastically being drenched. He noticed my stare and decided to do the most devilish thing anyone could ever do, while in my hormonal state. He moved the tip of his tongue sensually across his bottom lip, slowly tugging on it before releasing it with a pop sound, making them look even more kissable. His eyes held mischief, as if he knew what he was doing to me. Indeed, I was captivated by it all, by all of him. The air seemed to elude tension as we locked eyes, the only sound being the pulsating music and gyration of the club. "Sure, I wouldn't mind getting some fresh air with a beauty like you"he said. With a sly smile, I replied, "lead the way then". If only he knew just what I had in mind. Navigating through the rowdy club while dodging so many sweaty and completely drunk bodies was quite a hurdle. Finally, we stepped into the crisp night air, the cool breeze caressing my face, as the bright night sky was partially shrouded by clouds, made a bold statement about the fleeting nature of summer. Before I could gather my thoughts, I was pinned against a wall in a dark alley, his luscious lips fervently against mine. It was clear he knew his way around women. I guess I wasn't the only one who wanted a night of passion. I kissed him back with the same intensity, but little did I know, he had other plans in mind, of which I was soon to discover. Biting my bottom lip, he sought entrance, which I willingly obliged. Our lips engaged in a passionate struggle. Soon, it became a tonsil war for dominance, with me dragging my teeth lightly across his lower lip, earning a pleasant groan of pleasure from his lips. I smirked, thinking I had won, but I got betrayed by my body, which responded with a rush of arousal that left my panties completely soaked. Detaching his lips from mine, he broke the kiss. I groaned in disappointment, but was quickly replaced with a surprise, causing a squeak past my lips, when he lifted me by my ass and pinned me back to my original position, with me against the cold brick walls. His lips traced and sucked on my earlobes, and he nipped my sensitive spot behind my ear, making me squirm in his hold. Leaving me astonished, as to how quickly he had discovered my weak spot. His soft lips sucked behind my earlobes on that same spot, which pushed me on the verge of almost begging for a release. My hands roamed down his back, found their way to his zippers, but he stopped me just in time before I could do anything. "Your pleasure first princess, it's all about you and not me". He whispered. I was taken aback and shocked by his selflessness. Not many men prioritize a woman's satisfaction. It was a rare find and, considering the fact that he was a total stranger, really amazed me. He continued his subtle yet sensual assault on my earlobes, lips, while leaving a trail of kisses along my neck, collar bone and torso. I just couldn't wait any longer for him to reach that point. "This is torture", I thought to myself. "What was that?" he asked, noticing my frustration. "Please, stop the torture, stop teasing me and just f**k me already!" I blurted out. With that, he removed my jeans but didn't quite do what I asked for, instead his tongue delved deep in me and explored my depth. "Ahh! f**k" I covered my mouth to muffle my moans. "Don't do that, I want to hear you," he said, his voice husky with desire. " I want to hear every sound, every moan, all of it while, I taste all of you. " His continuous attack on my c******s took me on a journey of climatic heights. Eyes rolling and a convulsing body, I came; quite hard, I almost fell over. " That was just the beginning princess. Hope you're ready for what comes next," he whispered against my neck. My brain, consumed by desire, couldn't register any of what he said. I only nodded, ached and begged for more. Zips spiraling down hurriedly, he placed himself near my entrance. His size was nothing comparable to my past s****l ordeals, he was huge, definitely not close to anything I've ever had. Without wasting a breath, he entered me, pausing briefly for me to adjust to his size. "f**k! You're so tight and wet," he said with groans of pleasure,"all wet and ready for me to explore." Fully inside me, he thrusted slowly. Unsatisfied by his slow thrust, with my pent-up s****l frustration. " Please Daddy! f**k me harder". I whispered in his ear. That did the magic, his pace increased rapidly; from slow to quick, hard and fast thrust, caressing my inner walls with deep, intense strokes. Dragging my nails down his back, arching my back to meet his thrust, coaxed me into moaning more in his ears, as signs of approval, that I loved every second of our moment together. Unprepared for what came next, it left me in a shambles with pleasure. Shuffling me properly on the wall with his arms secured around my hips and his fingers sunk deep in my soft mound of flesh around my butt, he pounded me to climatic heights. Continuous, rapid, deep, hard and long strokes had me squirming and breathless under his hold. A few minutes into the ravenous sensual dance of body movement and orgasmic pleasure, we were both reaching a climatic peak. "f**k! I'm gonna!", I said breathlessly, "I'm going to c*m!" "Me too," he whispered, eyes shut forcefully, his face out with pleasure. Eyes rolling, nails gripping the muscles on his back, legs shaking, p***y clenched around his d**k. I came so hard, black dots clouding my vision. More sloppy seconds he came while nibbling the spot behind my earlobe, which erupted into another round of powerful climax. Panting and out of breath, we both went down from our high, leaning our foreheads against each other. Surprisingly, he pecked my forehead and whispered "thank you". I smiled wistfully and replied a "thank you too". Dressed up and straightened out, we headed back to the club. "I'd head home from here" I told him. My night was officially over. "Thank you for tonight, I really had fun," I said, smiling. "The pleasure is all mine, princess." Smiling, he said in high hope "see you some other time!". "I'm not certain that would happen, but, whatever though". Said that to dismiss him quickly. We parted ways while I made a mental note to take the pill once I was home. Strange how we didn't exchange contact, but it's called a one-night stand for a reason. Communicating again was not part of the package. Nibbling on my bottom lip, I winced a bit from the pain around my lower region. I'm definitely going to be sore for a week.