Lexie didn't want to be one of those girls that ditched her friends for a guy, but that one orgasm she had up in the bathroom hadn't quenched her thirst at all. She wanted mo- no, she NEEDED more. She needed Jay's cock inside all of her holes. She needed his cum because she was his dirty little cumbucket.
As she walked back down the stairs and onto the dance floor, she promised herself she'd stay for 4 more dances - but as luck would have it, a friend was waving her over from their table. It was Abby, and as soon as Lexie got close enough to hear, she started shouting "Hey, Marnie is starting to not feel so well, I think she just had one shot too many. Bridget's taking her home, so it's just you and me for the rest of the night. I'm game for staying, but I'm also game for leaving, too; entirely up to you."
Lexie looked at Abby to gauge her honesty. "You don't care either way? Really?"
"Nah, girl, I love dancing and being out with you, but Alex just texted me that she was home already and if I'm being completely honest, I want to go ride her face."
Lexie laughed loudly, glad she wasn't the only one horny for her significant other. "Let's wrap this up, then. One more dance, and then one more shot for the road?"
"Only if it's tequila!" Abby responded, hip checking Lexie as they started walking towards the dance floor for the last dance.
They both got caught up in the beat, though, and three dances later, they finally stumbled up to the bar for their last shot and to tab out.
"Two shots, tequila, please!" Abby hollered to the closest bartender. "And we'd like to tab out, too, if you don't mind!"
The bartender slid over shots and credit cards to the girls, but with nothing for them to sign, and as soon as they were about to ask, the bartender beat them to it. "Ladies, the gentleman at the end of the bar paid for your drinks tonight. Enjoy the rest of your evening!"
Both Lexie and Abby peaked over to see who was at the end of the bar, to say thank you and nothing more, and Lexie's pussy clenched as soon as she saw her big, strapping boyfriend sitting there, his eyes hot on her.
Abby waved at him, and without tearing his eyes from Lexie, he nodded in acknowledgment. Lexie forced herself to turn to her friend to say goodbye, made sure she got into her lyft safely, and then made her way back inside to her man.
She was holding her breath to see what her boyfriend had planned for them. He must have rushed over as soon as he came, and that could only mean he wanted to play.
But what did he want to play? That was the question; that's what was building the anticipation to almost unbearable proportions.
Right as she reached him, he slid off the stool he had been sitting on and grabbed her hand, turning her to head back to the dance floor. "I wanna dance with you, baby," he said as he crowded behind her, subtly running a hand down her ass, brushing against the plug. She gasped lightly, stopping to not so subtly rubbing her ass against him.
He laughed a little cruelly at her. "I know, my horny little slut, you need more than just the appetizer from earlier. But humor me. It'll be worth it."
So she led him to the dance floor, where a slow beat had just started. She started off facing him, swaying, swiveling her hips, raising her arms over her head as he ran his hands down her body, before he gripped her hips roughly. He turned her away from him, so they could grind against each other, get as close to fucking in public as they could. She bent over and twerked her ass against his lap, thankful her heels put her at a decent height for it, and he grinded his lap against her in return, and she could feel his cock, starting to harden.
With the alcohol and arousal running through her system, Lexie was ready to do something wild. Something crazy. Something risky.
She straightened up, and grabbed one of his hands from her hips, pulling it up to cup one of her tits. Jay was always talking about how much he loved her tits; "a fucking handful," he'd call them, as he palmed both of them with his hands and kneaded roughly. Similar to what he was doing now to the one he had.
She reached an arm behind him to wrap around his neck, pulling his head down closer. "I need your cock," she whined as loudly as she dared, not wanting any of the writhing bodies around then to hear, but needing him to hear her over the music. "I can't fucking wait."
His hot breath scorched her ear just before he licked the rim, then spoke directly into it. "I know you can't fucking wait, you nasty little slut. You're so hot for it, you called me in a public bathroom to help you fuck yourself to an orgasm. You're so hot for it, you're grinding against me like we're already naked. You're so hot for it, you're going to let me take you out back, to the dirty alleyway behind this building, and let me fuck you full of my cum. Aren't you, baby? You're gonna be a needy little cumslut for daddy's big black dick?"
If words alone could make someone orgasm, Lexie could believe it. She was so close to the edge, she probably would have fallen to her knees right then and there to take his cock into her mouth, crushing bodies around them be damned, just to fucking cum. Her eyes had fallen shut while he was whispering his dirty nothings into her ear, her mouth open on a silent moan, her nipple practically drilling a hole in Jay's hand. He was lengthening even more against her ass.
His other hand on her hip moved to right behind her, above her ass, and he gripped the material of her dress. He worked it up, slowly, not flashing anyone even though Lexie was so beyond caring. He removed his hand from her tit so he could run a finger through her pussy from behind, clitoris to asshole, where he nudged the little plug there, and Lexie's legs buckled. Any closer attention paid to her clit and she'd be creaming right there on the dance floor.
"Now, daddy, pleeeease," she moaned, this time not caring at all whoever heard her. She didn't need to worry, though. At this hour, anyone still on the dance floor was too drunk or too wrapped up in their own little dirty playing to pay her any attention.
