C2 Trying to forget my broken relationship

“What time is it?”

“It’s 8 pm. You’ve been here for 13 hours. You’ve drank 12 vodka’s and two beers. I cut you off a long time ago, but you’ve been flirting with the other men here and they’ve been sneaking you drinks.”

I blink, looking at him. “I don’t remember that.”

He laughs. “Of course not. I’ve been saying no to you for the last 5 hours.”

I frown, my heart aching again. I’m alone. Daxton cheated on me and now he’s with Adeline.

I look back at the bartender, my eyes dropping to his mouth. He looks back at me, his eyes narrowing.

“Please,” I whisper. I can’t deal with being alone right now.

He laughs softly, shaking his head.

“No,” he whispers back. “I’m not a booty call.”

“I want you to have sex with me,” I murmur, pulling on his shirt. He looks at me sadly and then shakes his head again.

“Nope!”

“I hate that word,” I say, glaring at him. He laughs.

“You need to sleep.” He nods to the back, a door in the bar. He starts to carry me towards it.

“No,” I say again.

“Okay,” he murmurs back.

He sets me down on the ground, and I sway slightly. He holds me up, holding his hands under my armpits. He closes the door behind us, revealing a tiny room that’s full of boxes of alcohol.

I frown.

“What is this?”

“It’s the storage room,” he replies.

“Why are we back here?” I ask.

“You wanted to get laid and I don’t do that,” he says dryly. I slump, my face falling. He smiles sympathetically.

“I’m sure someone else will sleep with you. You are quite beautiful,” he says. I frown, my chest hurting. No one wants me. Not Daxton. Not this random bartender.

I start to cry again, sobbing loudly. He makes a noise and then pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly.

“I hate that your day has been so awful,” he whispers, stroking my hair.

I sob into his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of his arms. I pull away from him and look up, his face blurry.

“I want you,” I say again. “Please.”

He stares at me for a long time and then slowly nods. “Alright. I’m not a booty call though. I would like to take you out again.”

I nod eagerly. “I would like that.”

I stand up, stumbling slightly. He laughs softly and then cups my chin, tilting my face back. He kisses me and I moan, the feeling of his lips sending shivers down my back. He pulls away from me, smiling softly.

“Let’s get a room.”

I smile back, nodding. We walk out of the bar and over to the hotel I’m staying at. We check in and then go up to the room.

I kick off my heels and then pull off his shirt. His chest is warm and broad, his muscles hard and toned. He looks down at me, a smirk on his face.

“You look like you want to eat me alive,” he chuckles. I blush and then step back, unzipping my dress. It falls to the ground, revealing my white lace bra and thong.

He whistles, his eyes lighting up. “Oh damn,” he mutters.

I blush again but then smile, walking over to him. He immediately pulls me into his arms and kisses me again.

This time it’s deeper, our tongues sliding together. I moan and then gasp, his teeth scraping my bottom lip. He chuckles darkly, his hand moving down my back and then squeezing my ass.

“Damn you’re hot,” he growls, pulling my ass apart roughly. I gasp and then moan, my most sensitive spot getting wetter. His other hand moves up my body and then grips my two feminine parts, squeezing roughly.

I moan and push myself closer to him, my body arching against his. He walks me back to the bed and then pushes me down, his mouth trailing down my neck. I moan and throw my head back, his lips soft and warm.

He kisses my chest and then slowly unclips my bra, my two feminine parts bouncing free. He cups them in his hands, smiling softly.

“They’re gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I thought they would be.”

I moan again, arching against him. He drops his mouth to my pink crest, sucking roughly. I moan loudly, his tongue sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

My legs start to tremble and then he moves lower, his mouth moving down to my bundle of nerves. He sucks and licks my bud, making me tremble with pleasure. My whole body starts to shake, my thighs locking together.

“I’m going to release,” I gasp. I feel his smile and then he licks me again, harder. I explode, my climax hitting me hard. My whole body shakes violently and then I go limp, my body relaxing.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing my thigh. He pulls off his pants and then moves up my body, laying down beside me. He holds me close, his fingers tracing my skin.

“I love your skin,” he says softly. “It’s soft. Your eyes are gorgeous.”

I smile, blushing. I tilt my face up to look at him and then freeze. His face looks hazy, his features blurry.

“You okay?” He asks. I nod slowly.

“Yes,” I say. “Your face looks fuzzy.”

He smiles softly. “You’re drunk.”

I nod and then yawn, my body relaxing. I curl up against him and then drift to sleep, lulled by his heartbeat.