One Shots

"Can I get you another drink?"

I looked down at my empty glass and then back at Milan, his eyes dropping to my lips for a brief moment. My mind was spinning as I shook my head, looking towards the door. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

He took my hand and pulled me up, leaning down to kiss my cheek warmly. "Will your babysitter be okay with that?"

I glanced over his shoulder and found Ryan eyeing us from his perch, cradling a bottle in his hands and picking at the label. His cheeks were flushed and he waved a few fingers at me when I motioned that I was leaving. "Who fucking cares?"

Milan wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards the door, his towering frame weaving through the crowd easily. I slipped my arm around his shoulder as soon as we stepped outside. He stopped when I did, grinning when I pulled him down for a kiss.

The air was cool, invigorating when he backed me against the wall. Bricks against my back, I rolled my body with his and the world around me blurred. His white t-shirt was soft under my fingertips and I took a fistful in a weak attempt to pull him closer, groaning when he slipped a leg between my thighs.

"M-Milan," I whimpered, the pressure on my heat making it hard to think, "We need to stop. We have to go."

He leaned back, brows furrowed in confusion as his hands fell from my hips. "You want to stop?"

I was panting, a bit breathless, as my eyes fell over his body. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my hip and my mouth watered. "No, I just... I'm about to fuck you in front of this club."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss me hard before smiling against my lips. "And this is a problem?" It was my turn to kiss him now, running my fingers through his hair and holding tight as I pulled his lip between my teeth. A hard growl rumbled in his chest and my nipples grew hard with excitement. My back arched off of the brick wall behind me, his broad chest flush against mine. "Yeah, we'll get out of here."

He looked around for a cab, keeping his fingers laced in mine as he found a car and opened the door. I slid in, pausing to kiss him briefly before the bare skin of my legs hit the leather seat. He followed me in and slid his hand along my thigh. I turned my body towards him and groaned, the look in his eyes was ravenous and raw as he drank me in.

"God, you're fucking incredible."

I ran my hand over his knee and onto his bulge, taking a chance to palm him gently. He set his own hand on top of mine and traced the outline of his rock hard cock through his jeans. My mind grew hazy and it took all of my control not to mount him in the back of the car.

"How much longer?" He asked the cab driver, setting a hand on the door but keeping his gaze on mine. The driver muttered something back and Milan looked out the window, grinning wide. "Finally!"

He tossed a few bills up front and wrenched the door open, pulling me into the cool air again. My skin was so warm, so flushed with arousal, that I shivered a bit. He must've noticed because he wrapped me up in a hug and pulled me towards the house. I watched him punch in a code, grunting when it flashed red and he had to put it in again.

"You sure this is your place?" I asked, teasing him with my hand on his ass. He chuckled and the door clicked as it unlocked, his hand reaching for the knob. I reached for his jaw and pulled it towards me, taking him in for a deep kiss. His tongue slid over mine and I moaned into his mouth. Milan wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me before stepping over the threshold of his home.

I was melting against him, my core against his belt buckle as he held me tight to his body, and he knew it when he took a handful of my ass. He slid his fingers under my skirt and pulled it up until it rested above my hips, my thighs quivering around him. His touch was rough and slow as he reached between us to trace my heat. I felt teased, robbed, when he put me down a moment later.

"Milan, do you have a-"

He nodded and pulled one from his pocket, holding it between his teeth and fumbling with his belt buckle.

"Cocky bastard," I muttered, leaning in to help him. The button on his jeans gave way and I felt him, warm against the skin of my knuckles. He paused when I slipped my hands into his boxers, taking a moment to hold him and feel his skin on my palm. The weight of him, the baby-soft skin of his cock, sent a shock of excitement through my body and my cunt ached in excitement. I watched him kick his jeans off and slip the condom on before turning his gaze to me.


I bit my lip and tugged my top off, reaching back to unhook my bra before it fell from my body. "God, you're so fucking beautiful!" My stomach flipped and he took me in his hands again, thumbs meeting in the middle of my body as he pushed my breasts up. He dipped his head down and kissed my chest, fingers kneading my heated skin.

I arched my back to meet his mouth and he pulled a nipple between his teeth. The slight twinge of pain and pleasure was euphoric and I knotted my fingers in his hair to bring him closer. His tongue rolled over the sensitive bud and he slid a hand down to pull my panties aside, quickly tucking the tip of himself between my folds.

Warmth flooded my body, lost in the heat I felt between my legs as he inched into me. My thighs were clenched around his waist and he screwed his cock the rest of the way, bottoming out with a heavy groan. I clenched involuntarily when he brushed my g-spot and his head fell hard on my shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

"Milan, baby," I panted and dug my nails into his biceps, "I need you to fuck me."

Without a word, he reared back his hips and thrust into me again, my heat stretching deliciously around him. The steady push and pull of his cock along with his thumb brushing my clit drove me wild. I watched him lick the tips of his fingers and slide them down my body, making a 'v' shape over his cock. The simple motion, his palm against my snatch, was a mind-numbing sensation and my breath hitched in my throat.

"Oh my god!"

Milan gently set me down, pulling himself free and stepping over to the couch. I followed him and he spun me around, his hand between my shoulders gently bending me over. I grabbed the edge of the sofa and turned to see him, watching him drop to his knees and spread me slowly. I could feel his breath between my legs and he kissed the back of my thigh, one before the other.

Two fingers into my slick channel set me on fire and I felt him pump them in and out, curling them until my knees threatened to give out. He delved his tongue into my folds and moaned, mumbling incoherently as he ate me out. One sweet swipe over my cunt and he retreated, standing up and lining up with my slit. He screwed himself in deep, inch by thick inch, and reached forward to pull my head back.

His other hand cupped my breast and he pounded me hard, his thighs slapping against mine. My thighs clenched and my name spilled from his lips, the tightness of my cunt bringing him closer to orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Milan!" I grabbed his arm and dug my nails in deep, unable to hold anything in. My legs were shaking and he pulled one up to wrap around his hips. Deeper than ever, he fucked me into delirium as I unraveled quickly.

My core tightened and I squeezed my eyes shut when I fell apart, clenching tightly around him until I felt him reach his peak. His breathing quickened and he lost his rhythm, holding me tightly as he came hard. My name fell from his lips and his head dropped onto my back, resting between my shoulders in a moment of stillness.

"Fuck, that was..." He pressed a kiss to my spine and I smiled, reaching back to grab his hand. He squeezed my fingers and righted himself, pulling me up and into a deep kiss a moment later. I threw my arms around his neck and he lifted me up again, never letting his lips slip from mine as he turned towards the stairs. "My room now?"

I felt him harden between my legs and smiled, brushing his hair back from his face. "Sounds good!"

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