Una Noche Con La Universitaria Del Vagón

Liam's pov

"Another shot, please."

The bartender gave me a worried glance, maybe I was taking too much. But I didn't care, I needed to get wasted tonight.

He poured another shot and added extra ice, it left a burning trail as I tipped it into my mouth.

Tomorrow was my engagement, and my twenty-fifth birthday. I was to be engaged to the charming Avery Maddox.

And shit, if I remembered correctly through all this alcohol. I've only met this woman once. And we didn't even hold out a proper conversation.

"Another one." I requested, nudging the now empty glass to him.

"It's your engagement sir, why aren't you happy about it.?"

I scoffed internally,

Maybe because I wasn't interested in women?Yes, they were luscious beings with luscious assets.

But I ached to be used, to be dominated and pummelled into a mattress so hard that there would be a dent in the bed frame the morning after.

I liked men, I wanted men.

I gripped the cup in anger, I couldn't have them. Because that would mean my whole world tearing into little pieces and then burning up and receding into bright orange flames.

"Just imagine....." I muttered amusingly, to my own hearing. "Liam Sinclair, heir to Mr. Astor Sinclair, coming out of the closet and identifying with the LGBT community."

I could almost smell the headlines. My father would ruin me first, and I was honestly..... incapable of fighting his choices.

The bartender turned to me, he was a big bulky man that had his hair roughed up with an apron on. A big muscle daddy capable of-

"So you don't like her?" He asked, his squeaky nosy tone drowning out my desires.

"It doesn't matter who I marry.....it's quite frankly all the same."

He kept quiet after that and I kept on drinking, in fact....I started feeling the shots kicking in. I climbed on the table, hooted and announced that I would be buying drinks for everyone here.

Their excited cheers erupted around me, their tongues gliding at the corner of their lips at the mention of free liquor.

Through the blinding neon lights and loud phonk music, I noticed......him.

He was seated at the VIP section, he was watching me.....his eyes held my stare and I could see him clamp down on his lip with his lower teeth.

He was oozing dominance, I could taste his breath from across the room. Somehow, I knew that it would taste like mint and sugar.

I would never dare to approach any man intimately in public, the fear for my reputation would not let them.

But my body betrayed me for this stranger. I found myself getting off the table, walking towards him, liquid courage fueling my intentions.

The crowd was thick, but I was quick on my feet. Within a fleet of a second, I was on his thighs, straddling him like a shameless slut, and kissing him, like I'd been starved of life itself.

He kissed back, in fact......he kissed back with more vigour than I expected. His strong arms locked around my waist, his deep green eyes looked up at me, reminding me of a thick lush forest.

"Tasty...." He muttered as he curled his tongue around mine, sucking on it lewdly as he moved around on the sofa.

I could feel him getting an erection beneath me. God, what was I doing?.

"Wanna take this elsewhere, a hotel, just us two?"

He was a stranger to me, going with him alone would mean exactly what he was suggesting. My engagement was tomorrow, and....

He grabbed my neck and peppered kisses on my chin, fisting my growing bulge and marking my neck with his light bites.

"Just one night...." I murmured out of breath.

"Just one." He responded in agreement.

We didn't need to exchange any other words, I signalled the bartender to deduct whatever bills from my card.

He carried me out, still sucking on my throat and forcing submissive sounds out of me.

"You'll be a good boy for me, won't you?"

It sounded like something a serial killer would say, especially when he slid my drunk ass into the back of his tinted SUV.

But I didn't mind, I was too far gone, lost in his scent of coffee and rain to care. For one night, I would be reckless and I'd let loose.

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The hotel door clicked shut behind us, muffling the noise outside. He pressed me against the wall like he couldn’t wait, his mouth crashing into mine, hungry, lustful.

I clung to him, fingers tangling in his shirt before yanking it open. Buttons popped, and he didn’t even flinch. He stripped me down with practiced ease, his gorgeous eyes scanning every inch of my exposed skin like I was something he’d been starving for.

I’d never done this. I'd ever let a man touch me like this. But with him, that fear turned into heat.

"You're smooth...." He trailed his hand across my bare chest, "soft....just how I like my pretty boys."

He pushed me onto the bed, hands everywhere, down my chest, between my thighs, leaving wet trails with his tongue as I trembled beneath him. My breath hitched, my dick throbbed.

Then he pulled my boxers off and settled between my legs.

"Relax," he said. His fingers were slow at first, wetting themselves with cold lube and pressing into my hungry hole until I arched and whimpered, then he got rougher, crueler in the most beautiful way.

"You’ve never been fucked, have you?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to my smooth ballsacs.

I shook my head, too dazed to speak.

He smirked,

Then I felt him, long and hard, pushing in, stretching me open like his member was a beer bottle. I gasped, my nails digging into the sheets.

"Breathe, pretty boy," he whispered, thrusting into me. The whole length, he slammed it in.

It hurt. It burned.

But by the gods, it was everything I craved.

He didn’t stop until I was flushed and wrecked, begging for more. Until the room smelled of sex and sweat and desperation.

He came with a growl, spilling deep inside me while I cried out a wordless gibberish plea. We hadn't even used a condom, I was careless, getting pummeled raw as his hands worked my own pitiful member.

Making it spurt and wobble.

We collapsed onto the sheets together, both of us breathless.

He brushed his thumb over my bruised hip bone,

"I've still got more loads to pour into you." He grinned, "let's see how well you do on top.”