Mike’s hands gripped your hips as he pulled you back flush him on the dance floor. You reached around placing your hands on his muscular thighs. The night had started off innocently, drinks with Mike and the squad to celebrate Fin making Sergeant.

Now you and Mike were grinding on the dance floor. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. Mike started whispering in your ear. “That sweet little ass of yours is going to get you in trouble. Just wait ‘til I get you home.” He nuzzled your neck, then nipped your ear, sending a spark through your body.

Spinning in his arms, Mike wrapped his arms around your middle, drawing you close. You placed a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him close to whisper in his ear. “Why wait until we get home?” You pulled back, giving him a salacious grin.

He growled in your ear, “Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and pulled through the back door and out into the balmy New York night. “I know it’s not private but I need to be inside you. And I can’t wait.”

“Hmm…such a bad boy” you purred, running a finger down his chest, stopping at his waist.

He spun you, pushed your scorching body against the cool brick wall. He reached around and unbuttoned your shorts. In one yank he pushed them, along with your panties down your legs. 

You heard the telltale noise of his zipper. He dug his fingers into your hips pulling you back, bent over at the hip. ”We’re going to have to go hard and fast. Anyone could walk out that door…” 

“I know Michael”, your raspy voice acknowledging him as you pushed back against him. “C’mon babe. I need you so bad.”

Michael grabbed his length, lining up with your dripping opening. One quick slam and he was in to the hilt. “Oh God” the both of you cried out in unison. Mike slammed into you again. “Y/N you feel, ahhh, so good. That greedy pussy taking all of me.”

 Mike’s words turned you on even more. His thick cock thrusting in and out of you over and over. “Mike fuck yeah. You fuck me so good babe.” Mike reached around and circled your clit. That was all it took. The orgasm rolled through your body. “Mike, babe, damn..” 

“Mmmm.. yeah.” Mike’s thrusts became more urgent needy. His fingers grasped your hips as he slammed into you one more time. “Damn babydoll, you never disappoint.” He leaned over and kissed between your shoulder blades. He pulled out of you.

“Right back at ya champ”, you winked as you pulled your shorts up. Just as you and Mike were heading back into the bar, a group of drunk co-eds came out the door. 

After they passed you and Mike glanced at one another. Mike swiped his hand over his forehead, “whew. That was close.” He slung his arm around you, “from now on, keep it on your pants until we get home, okay Mrs. Dodds.”

Laughing, you playfully swatted his chest as you made your way back to the party.