The music was pounding, the bass reverberating through the bar, and the tequila shots were hitting harder than I’d planned. I leaned against the sticky counter, my gaze drifting to her. She was laughing, her braces catching the dim light, her petite frame leaning into the joke our mutual friend was telling. She was stunning in this unassuming way—asian, short hair tucked behind her ears, and this innocent charm that made it impossible to look away.

I swirled my drink, the ice clinking, and downed what was left. Liquid courage, I told myself. I caught her eye, and she smiled—this shy, almost bashful grin that sent a jolt straight to my gut. I pushed off the counter and made my way over, the alcohol giving me just enough bravado to lean in close, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “I bet you taste amazing.”

She froze for a second, her eyes widening, and I immediately regretted it. Too much, I thought. I started to pull back, but then she smirked, her head tilting just enough to catch my gaze. “What? Say it again.”

The music was deafening, but I didn’t hesitate this time. I leaned in again, my breath hot against her ear, my voice low and deliberate. “I bet you taste amazing.”

She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that made my chest tighten. “Thank you?” she said, her tone teasing, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of curiosity, maybe?—that told me she wasn’t entirely indifferent.

The night blurred after that. More drinks, more laughter, until the lights came on and reality started to set in. I told our birthday friend I was calling it a night, and she piped up too, saying she was heading out as well. It was chaos trying to get a ride, and before I could overthink it, I offered her a lift. She didn’t hesitate, just nodded and followed me out the door.

The moment we were in the car, it was like some invisible line had been crossed. She slid into the passenger seat, her eyes locking with mine, and then her hand was on my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns over my jeans. My breath hitched, and I didn’t even bother pretending I wasn’t affected. I drove straight to the nearest love hotel, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands tight on the wheel.

We barely made it to the room. The door slammed shut behind us, and suddenly her hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, her lips crashing against mine with this urgency that made my head spin. I pinned her against the wall, my mouth devouring hers, my hands sliding under her shirt to find the soft curve of her waist. “Fuck,” I muttered against her lips, and she let out this breathy laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bed. I tossed her down, her hair fanning out around her, and she looked up at me with this mix of innocence and desire that drove me wild. I yanked off my shirt, my fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans, and then I was on her, my lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest.

Her hands were in my hair, tugging, urging me lower, and I obliged, my mouth finding the soft skin of her stomach before moving lower still. She gasped when I pulled her panties aside, her hips arching off the bed, and I didn’t waste a second. My tongue was on her, teasing, tasting, and she let out this moan that was music to my ears.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, her body trembling beneath me, and I couldn’t stop. I pushed her further, my fingers joining the mix, and she was soaking the sheets, her breathing ragged, her hands clutching at the pillows. When she came, it was explosive—her body shaking, her back arching, and I didn’t stop until she was completely spent.

But she wasn’t about to let me have all the fun. Before I could catch my breath, she was pushing me onto my back, her hands on my chest, her lips trailing down my body. She took me in her mouth with this intensity that made me groan, her tongue working in ways that had me seeing stars. It was almost too much, but I wasn’t ready to let her win just yet.

I grabbed her by the shoulders, flipping her onto her back, and she let out this breathy laugh that made me grin. “My turn,” I said, my voice rough, and she didn’t argue. I kissed her again, my lips hungry, my hands exploring every inch of her. She was smaller than me, delicate, but there was nothing fragile about the way she responded to my touch.

I slid into her slowly, savoring the way she clenched around me, her eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck,” she whispered, her hands gripping my shoulders, and I didn’t hold back. I set a punishing pace, my hips slamming into hers, her moans growing louder with every thrust. She was tight, so tight, and the way she moved with me, her body arching to meet mine, was driving me to the edge.

“You feel so good,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her, and she cried out, her nails digging into my back. She came again, her body trembling beneath me, and I wasn’t far behind. I buried myself deep, my release crashing over me like a wave, my breathing ragged as I collapsed onto her.

We lay there for a moment, her chest rising and falling, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “That was…” she started, her voice soft, but I didn’t let her finish. I kissed her again, my lips lingering, and she smiled against my mouth.

“We’re not done,” I said, my voice low, and she laughed, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re not getting away that easy.”

The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft streaks across the tangled sheets. Her body was still pressed against mine, her breathing steady and warm against my chest. I brushed a strand of her short hair behind her ear, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and a sleepy smile spread across her face.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” I replied, my hand sliding down to her waist. “You look even better in the daylight.”

She laughed softly, the sound like music, and propped herself up on one elbow. “Smooth,” she teased, her braces catching the light as she smirked. “But you’re not getting off that easy. I’ve got class in an hour.”

I raised an eyebrow, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. “Class?” I echoed, my voice low. “You’re really going to leave after last night?”

She hesitated, her eyes flickering down to where my hand rested on her skin. “I mean… I probably should,” she said, though the way she bit her lip told me she was considering other options.

I shifted closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Skip it,” I whispered, my breath hot against her skin. “Spend the day with me instead. We’re not done exploring each other.”

She shivered, her hand resting on my chest. “You’re trouble,” she said, but there was no edge to her voice—only a playful curiosity. “Why should I?”

I grinned, my fingers trailing down her side, tracing the curve of her waist. “Because I’m going to spend the day eating your pussy and your ass, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

Her breath hitched, and I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch. “Again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Again,” I confirmed, my hand sliding lower, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh. “And again. Until you’re screaming my name.”

She let out a shaky laugh, her hands gripping my shoulders as I leaned in, my lips hovering just above hers. “You’re… persuasive,” she admitted, her eyes searching mine.

“Is that a yes?” I asked, my voice rough with want.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she pulled me down, her lips crashing into mine with a hunger that matched my own. My hands were everywhere—her hips, her waist, her breasts—as I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth with the same intensity I planned to use elsewhere.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She arched into me, her hands tangling in my hair as I moved lower, my tongue swirling around her nipple. She gasped, her back arching as I took her into my mouth, sucking and teasing until she was squirming beneath me.