Alicia
alicia
. . .
I thought we could have a future together, but he’s a pig just like the rest of them and a stupid one at that if he thinks he’s leaving with one of the Doublemint
Twins tonight. In case he’s forgotten, he brought me here tonight and is leaving with me. I didn’t bust my ass to win tickets to the concert to be left on the sidelines while some other two-bit-half-in-the-bag-twit takes what I want. I’ve watched him wander around all night like a lost puppy looking for me until he finally gave up and went to second and third best.
Leaving him once we got into the club wasn’t planned. His bitch manager, Sam, made sure the roadies squeezed me out, making it impossible to follow him and get into the VIP area. After a while I just gave up and had to wait – I had to strike at the right time. Sadly, he pissed me off before then.
Once he hit the dance floor, I knew that I needed to make him jealous so he’d react. I’ve seen him act this way in clubs before, kissing and grinding on anything with legs. He and the lead singer, Liam, are always hitting on women. They’re always leaving the clubs with someone new. Tonight, Harrison James is leaving with me.
Slipping the ecstasy into his drink was the easiest thing I’ve done all night. I’ve tried this before and the results vary. He’s already been drinking and is, by all accounts, horny. As long as the blonde stays away for the next few minutes, it should be clear sailing.
I rejoice when he downs his drink, leaving nothing left to chance. Right now he’s standoffish, but that’ll change. I glance quickly at my phone which catches his attention. It seems my trick may be working quicker than I thought and I shoot off a text to the local cab company asking for a pick-up. It should be here in ten minutes – fifteen tops – just enough time to get him out of this seat and outside.
“Texting your boyfriend?”
“No,” I tell him as I slip my phone back into my clutch. “I don’t have one.” My fingers trail up his arm, stopping every now and again to trace the ink on his arm. His tongue darts out, fiddling with his lip ring, and it makes me wonder what else he has pierced. He’s putty in my hands now.
His eyes become hooded, indicating that everything is going as I have planned. I lean in closer, moving my fingers up over his shoulder and into the hairs that peek out from under his beanie near his ear. I bite my lip as I set my hand down on his leg, letting my fingers brush along the front of his shorts. He leans into me, closing his eyes. This is going much easier than I had expected.
My ass is on the edge of the seat as I try to get as close to him as I can. I startle slightly when his hand grips my knee. His fingers apply enough pressure to cause a slight, but welcome, ache. His grip tightens as he moves me just enough so my legs are now between his, giving me a direct angle to where I plan to spend a good part of my night.
To my surprise, he adjusts his bulge, and when I look up for confirmation, he’s so close we’re sharing the same breath.
“I want to touch you.”
“Not here,” I say as I reach for his hand, but he doesn’t budge.
“I have a place for you to sit right here.” He tries to pull me onto his lap but I don’t move. Instead, I stand up, relinquishing the stool to whoever is behind me and push myself into him.
“Outside,” I say, tugging on his pierced lip. “Do you wanna fuck me against the wall?” My words linger against his lips as his hand squeezes my ass so hard I know there will be a bruise.
I don’t wait for an answer. I don’t need to. He’s behind me, pushing me out of the club. The air is stagnant, heavy and makes me gag. The sidewalk is crowded, leaving me no option but to head for the cab. Luckily, he follows, sliding in right behind me. I give the driver my address. When Harrison doesn’t balk about going back to my place, I do an internal fist pump. If he wants to spend the night with me, I’ll gladly keep him company. It saddens me that it’s not likely he’ll remember me in the morning, even when he wakes up next to me.
Harrison’s head falls back on the headrest and he starts rubbing his growing erection.
“Is he going to be sick?” the driver yells through the holes in the Plexiglas.
My eyes roll and I flip him off, but he can’t see. “No, just drive. He’ll be fine.” I turn to Harrison and watch him, feeling myself getting wetter by the minute.
I need to know if the rumors are true and make quick work of the button on his cargo shorts in order to find out. It doesn’t go without notice that he wears combat boots, which won’t be an issue for what I’m going to do with him. Once I have him safely inside, he’ll be a model boyfriend, pleasing me the way I need to be.
Pulling his shorts open, his cock is already pushing out of the flap on his boxers. He’s making this too easy for me. Replacing my hand with his, he bucks, pushing his hardening cock into my hand. He’s large – larger than I’ve ever had, but I don’t care. Tomorrow I will be remembering how he stretched my tight pussy to wrap around his swollen dick.
“Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
“Do you want me to suck your cock, Harrison?”
He picks his head up slightly as his hand covers mine. “You wanna suck my dick?”
I nod, licking my lips. His free hand snakes between my legs, his fingers slipping between the lips of my pussy and coating them instantly. “Fucking hell you’re not wearing any panties.”
“Maybe they’re in your pocket,” I tell him as I get up on my knees. Right now, I don’t care if the cab driver sees us, the more the better in my book.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
He has no idea. “Yes, for you, I’ll be anything you want.”
With his hand over mine, stroking his cock, he puts his finger inside of me, pressing his thumb against my eager clit. My head rolls back and to the side as I move up and down, riding his fingers, enjoying the feel of them. His eyes haven’t left mine yet, giving me the power that I desire. When he inserts another finger and starts moving his hand, I stroke him faster. The angle is awkward, but I’m making it work.
“You’re so fucking wet. I need to taste you.”
“Not here,” I whisper as I pull his hand out from between my legs. I feel the loss immediately and regret telling him no. I ache to feel his stubble between my legs, to feel his mouth work my bud into a heated frenzy. I want to see his head buried between my thighs, only to come up so he can fuck me into oblivion.
“I’ll taste you this way.” He pulls his hand out of grip and quickly puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking greedily.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he says in between licking his fingers. He goes back for seconds, teasing me enough that I’m about to come undone in the back of this cab. I rock into his hand, each time getting close to screaming out his name only for him to pull his hand away so he can suck my juices off his fingers.
The car stops suddenly, causing me to hit the Plexiglas. Harrison laughs and doesn’t bother to help me right myself before opening the car door.
“We’re here,” the driver says as he puts his cab in park. Harrison doesn’t wait to get out, cock just hanging out of his shorts for anyone to see. I throw a couple of twenties at the driver and pull down my skirt as I chase after Harrison.
He’s down the walkway before I can catch up. I yank on his arm and lead him toward my place. He stumbles into me and laughs as his hand gropes my boob. I can tell that the E is beginning to wear off already. I must’ve misjudged his size. I need to get him inside for another dose before he realizes I’m not the girl he intended to leave with. I follow him into my apartment and into the living room. Harrison turns and looks at me, so I do what every girl does in this situation... I drop to my knees and bring his dick all the way into my mouth. With no gag reflex, I’m every man’s fantasy. He mutters “holy fuck” when he touches the back of my throat and takes over from there, grabbing ahold of my hair. I watch him as he watches his dick fuck my mouth.
I know I can’t let this go on too long, though, and after a few minutes I back away and push my skirt up over my hips. My legs spread and his eyes go wide. I lick my fingers and place them on my pussy, slipping one finger inside. Harrison starts working his cock again, eyeing everything that I do.
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask him. He nods slowly, unable to take his eyes off of me, and helps me stand. He looks like he intends to follow me.
“First door on the right. I’ll meet you there,” I direct him. Once he’s out of sight, I step into the kitchen and get him some water, pouring the GHB in and mixing before heading to join him in my room.
Harrison is spread out on my bed, and I have to pause for a moment just to take in his beauty... I’ve waited for this moment for such a long time. He sits up and smiles.
“Holly?” The name is choppy coming off his lips. I can see him struggling to remember and realize that may be the name of the girl from earlier. He pulls his beanie down over his eyes and I use this moment to hand him his water.
I sit down beside him and tell him my name. “Alicia. We met at your show tonight.”
“You ditched me.”
“I didn’t,” I say as I nod toward the bottle of water. “Drink. You promised me a night of fun and I hope you plan to deliver.”
Harrison takes the water from my hand and tips his head back, letting the lip of the bottle barely touch his mouth. His Adam’s apple moves up and down as he swallows.
“I said that?” He puts the bottle down and rubs his face again when I nod. When he looks at me, I can already see the effects of the drug combination working. Between the alcohol he’s had, mixed with the E and GHB, he’ll be so toasted he won’t have a clue about tonight.
“You’re hot.” He smirks and I smile, having a hard time believing at this moment that he is capable of writing some of the bands songs.
“Let me see your titties.”
I do as he says, pulling my bra off. I can’t be the only one naked, but he doesn’t seem to care that I am. With his shorts barely hanging on his ass, I shimmy them down his legs, leaving them pooled at his ankles. He takes the hint and pulls his shirt off. I’m eager to touch him, to have him inside of me and even more so now that I know his nipple is pierced. I lick my lips and catch him looking at me.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks as he spreads his arms out. His arms are covered in tattoos and he has a half dozen or so on his chest.
“I do,” I tell him. It’s no lie, I’ve been attracted to him for a while and hate that it’s taken me this long to master my plan. Seeing him naked and on my bed is a sight to behold. If kidnapping were legal, I’d lock him up and never let him go. I could have a lot of fun with him.
“I think we should see if my dick will fit that tight pussy of yours.”
“I agree.” He’s so far gone thanks to my little drug cocktail that he’s not even worried about a condom. He just wants to fuck and who am I to argue with that logic?
I saddle up to him, letting the tip of his dick just graze my opening. I take him in a little, only to pull away. It’s entertaining watching his eyes roll back in his head when I do this. His nipple begs me for attention. Running my fingers over it isn’t enough. Not for me. My tongue and teeth pull and lick, causing him to squirm. I love being on top and in control.
His hands clamp down on my hips, pulling me forward until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. He moves me back and forth at a rapid speed, moaning each time I slam into him. The grip he has on me starts to loosen and I know it’s going to be my turn.
I keep up the momentum, all for show, and run my fingers gently over his face.
“Harrison,” I say quietly as his eyes close, “tonight I’m going to give you something you’ll never forget.” He doesn’t respond, letting me know that he’s pretty much out.
“Hang on, baby,” I say as I grab my headboard to use it for leverage. My legs are trapping a beautiful man; I should count myself lucky. This has been my fantasy for a long time now and I’m going to take full advantage of having him here like this.
I start off slow, letting the pressure build. By the sounds he’s making, he’s enjoying this, even if he doesn’t know what’s going on. I test my theory and pick up his hand, placing it on my boob. He squeezes, but his movements are sporadic.
The sound of slapping skin fills the room, encouraging me to keep up the hard work. As my orgasm starts to build, I thumb my own clit. I really hate this part and wish I could have given him the drug after, but it doesn’t work that way. What I wouldn’t give to have him in the moment with me, spreading me out and pounding his seed into me.
Bringing my knees up, the angle hits better and the pressure between my thighs causes me to cry out. I can be as loud as I want because I want my neighbors to know I’m the lucky one tonight. When they see Harrison leave in the morning, they’ll know I fucked a God.
“Oh fuck baby, give it to me good,” I scream out, meaning every word. My bed is banging against the wall as I ride him while the creaking of the mattress spurs me on. He starts to groan, telling me he’s close. Reaching behind me, I massage his balls, helping his impending orgasm. I’m ready to take everything he’s got and is, unknowingly, willing to give me.
The feeling of his engorged cock keeps me going. He grunts and coils his stomach, blowing his hot cum into me as my pussy milks him for every last drop. Harrison is spent and out cold now that he’s not hard anymore. The next time I see him, I’ll have to make sure he’s not drinking so much.
I climb off of him and head to the bathroom to clean up. Tonight we’ll cuddle and I’ll lie across his chest. If I’m lucky, he’ll roll over and fuck me again.
I kiss him gently on the lips before I start to undress him. He doesn’t stir when I pull off his boots and shorts. I can’t have it look like he passed out. As soon as he’s undressed, I’m lying next to him. My fingers play with his nipple ring and my leg is hitched over his hip. All he has to do is roll onto his side and he’ll be inside me once again.
I whisper my name against his skin even though I know it’s falling on deaf ears. It’s secretly my hope that he’ll remember me in the morning.