Chapter One
PIPER
He caught my attention at the bar with a cheeky wink and a gesture for another round. How could I say no? I made a decision before I came out, and now, I’m acting on it. One big regrettable night… a final hurrah and act of defiance… Whatever I’ve convinced myself to call it, is actually happening.
I’m going to fuck a stranger I met at a bar less than an hour ago. I don’t even know the guy’s name and I don’t care. That’s what life should be, right? A big party before you die. Throw caution to the wind, let your hair down, and have fun.
That’s how I was born, after all. Hell, this whole situation reminds me of the stories my parents tell about my conception. It happened in a dingy bathroom, in a motorcycle gang’s clubhouse, with my mom too smacked off her face on some drug to give a shit who she got down and dirty with.
Why she chose my father, I’ll never understand. Even further from my comprehension is why anyone would want to live the life of a biker’s whore. But without them, I wouldn’t be here, so I guess I should be thankful, right?
Tomorrow I turn into a corporate drone, working nine to five and living paycheck to paycheck. And I’ve never been more excited. I can’t wait to become another cog in the wheel and get away from this bat-shit crazy thing I call a life.
At least the guy I’m with is good-looking.
He’s a perfect distraction from any depressing thoughts about my family.
He’s tall, built like a football player, and has striking green eyes that burn a hole straight into my soul.
His salt and pepper hair tells me I’m not jumping into this with some Frat-boy Fred, but someone with seasoned sophistication.
Why settle for less, when you can have the best for your last go?
“You’re fucking stunning.” His mouth lingers dangerously close to my neck.
He has me pinned against the bar’s stockroom wall, one hand cupping my ass while the other hooks my leg under my knee. In this position, my summer dress is hiked up to my waist, and his groin is in line with mine. Through the material of his grey trousers, his stiff erection presses against my leg.
“You’re not half-bad yourself,” my words come out between unsteady breaths. They pull a cheeky smile onto my one-night stand’s face.
He trails kisses against my skin, his teeth sinking into my neck, now and then, and it sends shivers down my spine.
“Not half-bad, huh?” He laps the length of my neck, to my earlobe before sucking it between his lips. His tongue dances against my skin. I throw my hands outward, clutching at handfuls of his hair, but he breaks away to speak again. “I’m sure I’ll change your mind by the end of this.”
“Change my mind to what?” I ask as I roll my hips against his. The friction alone is enough to make me dizzy.
“From not bad, to fucking amazing. In more ways than one,” he says.
This cocky confidence isn’t usually my thing, but it’s working miracles right now. Hell, this whole fucking scene is amazing. I’m with a handsome guy, in a bar stockroom, and anyone could walk in at any moment. It’s dangerous, hot, and it’s driving me wild.
He releases the hand that’s holding my ass and sinks to his knees. With his now-free hand, he hoists my dress higher.
“Aren’t these nice?” he says. His face is directly in line with my best pair of black lace panties. “They’d look a lot better bundled on the floor, though,” he adds.
His words make my heart flutter.
He leans forward, pressing his lips against my inner thigh. Each kiss moves along my leg and closer to its final destination. His hand moves wildly, from adjusting the dress to clawing at the waistband of my panties – and with one tug, they sink down my legs.
His eyes meet my clean-shaven pussy, and he licks his lips as though he’s a starving man and I’m the first meal he’s had in years.
He leans forward, starting with a kiss against my puffy, throbbing lips.
He throws my leg over his shoulder and uses his free hands to continue his exploration of my body.
From hips to breasts, there’s no stopping his touch, and God knows I don’t want to.
He glides the flat of his tongue along my pussy, before sending the slender tip against my clit. I choke back moans while fighting to stand upright. From below, my one-night stand chuckles.
“As hot as it is to hear you holding back your noise, you don’t have to,” he says. His hot breath tickles my skin.
“What if someone hears?” I ask. I’m already panting from the overwhelming pleasure.
“No one’s going to complain,” another lick. “I own the place.”
No wonder it was so easy to get in here.
On his advice, and with the next lap of his tongue, my moans grow louder. Still quiet, but not as suppressed in the back of my throat.
“That’s a good girl,” he says. The words feel almost demeaning, but I want more.
His mouth continues working until my legs give in and buckle. I grab onto one of the shelves holding crates of beer bottles, and they rattle against my unsteady grip. Warmth begins to build in my belly, radiating outwards to the rest of my body.
My breathing is jagged, unsteady, and comes in short, quick bursts.
He starts moving faster and working harder to make me explode.
Two fingers meet my opening, finding their way inside while his mouth works its way over my clit.
He finds a rhythm in licking and thrusting until my body starts to shake, and even with the support of the shelf, I’m sinking into him.
He keeps applying pressure over my clit, and his fingers start thrusting frantically inside me. I knew this older guy would be best suited for the job. He looks up at me as if sensing it’s about to happen.
His timing is perfect. As his green eyes meet mine, my body tenses to the max, before releasing in a wave of pleasure that shoots through every inch of me. My hips move of their own accord, pressing myself firmly against his face. He continues lapping at me until his sculpted jaw is soaked.
Then, he breaks away, and flashes me the naughtiest grin.
My one-night stand raises himself to full height and I have to crane my neck up to meet his eyes.
“Sweeter than a peach,” he says, wiping his stubbled face clean.
He cups my cheek in one hand and leans forward to kiss me.
I pry his mouth open with my tongue, and the gentle kiss turns to one of steamy passion.
While our mouths clash together in a different kind of hunger, he presses his body against mine, and I can feel his throbbing erection against my stomach.
“Take me,” I whisper.
I want to say it with confidence, but I’ve rarely had any in sexual situations. This isn’t my first rodeo, but it is the first time I’ve said fuck it; anything goes.
“Not tonight,” he says. It instantly makes my heart sink.
“Wh… what do you mean?” I nearly collapse as he breaks away.
“If you want the full package experience, you’re gonna have to come back another time.
” He inspects himself in the reflection of an old mirror, with some beer’s branding encircling it.
He adjusts his tie, runs a hand through his hair, and fastens the top button of his suit jacket.
“As much as I’d love to stay, I’ve got an early morning. ”
“So do I.”
“Then, I’m doing the right thing for both of us.” He starts walking towards the stockroom door.
“You’re kidding me?” I stammer.
I can’t seem to settle on feeling used, or thinking this situation is incredibly comical. The only reason I’m out here is to feel ashamed and used when I get home tonight, so the situation doesn’t sit right. Even if used was my first feeling, it’s not true either…
He hasn’t gotten anything in return for his glorious mouth skills.
He stops, turning to face me over one shoulder.
“Not one bit,” he says. “It’s been a lot of fun, but we’re drunk and nothing good ever comes from drunk decisions.”
“But…”
“No buts.” He waggles a finger at me. “You’ve got an early morning tomorrow, remember?”
With that, he leaves.
I’m left, alone in the stockroom at 7 PM on a Sunday, laughing my ass off.