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My body starts trembling uncontrollably. Everything comes alive under his touch as he explores me with first one finger, then two, pushing deeper while his thumb finds my clit. My legs start shaking as my orgasm builds with embarrassing speed.
Months of sexual frustration combined with alcohol and the most intense sexual encounter of my life—it’s a recipe for complete orgasmic meltdown.
He breaks the kiss, adding more pressure to my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me in perfect rhythm. His other hand maintains that delicious pressure around my throat.
“That’s a good girl. Let go for me. Let me feel you come on my fingers,” he whispers against my ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight and soaked.”
His words push me over the edge. I cry out, trying to keep quiet, but he swallows the sound with another searing kiss. The orgasm hits me like a freight train—wave after wave of pleasure so intense I see actual stars behind my eyelids.
He keeps his fingers moving until I stop shaking, then slowly withdraws them. When he leans back with a satisfied smirk, I feel like I might collapse without the wall holding me up.
“You know you look like Batman’s kinky cousin, right?” It’s the first coherent thought that makes it from my brain to my mouth.
He chuckles, and the sound does things to me that should be illegal. “Yeah, maybe that’s the look I was going for.”
“Well, that was...” I pause, trying to find words that don’t make me sound like a complete idiot. “Something.”
“Yeah, that sure as fuck was something.” His voice is rough with satisfaction. “Your pussy felt amazing, and you were already so wet for me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I shoot back, trying to regain some dignity. “It wasn’t because of you.”
“No? What was it then?”
“Tequila,” I reply with as much attitude as I can muster.
“Right. Had nothing to do with my fingers buried inside you or my hand wrapped around your pretty little neck?” The way he describes what just happened makes me clench my thighs together involuntarily.
He notices, of course he does. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
I can’t argue because he’s right. The moment his fingers wrapped around my throat, I turned into a puddle of want.
He lifts his fingers to his nose and inhales deeply, like he’s savouring fine wine. Then he slides one into his mouth, and my pussy clenches in response. Why is that so incredibly hot?
“Darl, you taste so fucking good.” He closes his eyes as he licks his fingers clean, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to spontaneously combust.
He leans down and kisses me again, just as intensely as before. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s addictive in a way that should probably concern me. His hand finds my throat again, squeezing just a little harder, making me whimper into his mouth.
When he finally breaks away, he steps back far enough for me to get a good look at his body. I wish the alcohol wasn’t making my vision blur, because I’d give anything to commit every detail to memory.
“I’ll see you around, darl,” he says with a wink that promises everything and nothing.
Then he turns and walks away without giving me a chance to ask his name, ask for his number, or ask if he wants to continue this somewhere more private. I watch until he disappears around the corner, taking all the heat and electricity in the room with him.
Fuck me.
I just got finger-banged by Batman’s kinky cousin in a pub corridor, and it was the best sexual experience of my life. And I don’t even know his bloody name.
I wobble my way back to our table on unsteady legs, and Megan takes one look at me and frowns.
“Are you okay? You look flustered.”
“I’m fine,” I lie, because I’m anything but fine. I can’t believe what just happened. Tomorrow, when I’m sober and mortified, I’ll probably regret this. But right now, all I can think about is how much I want it to happen again.
“Stella, what aren’t you telling me?” Megan studies my face with the intensity of a detective. She knows me too well to buy my innocent act.
There’s no point lying. She’ll interrogate me until I crack anyway.
“So, I may have just let a complete stranger finger me in the corridor and give me the best orgasm I’ve had in... well, ever.”
