F A L L O N

"I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. And I can't help myself, all I wanna hear her say is 'Are you mine?'"

. . .

I managed to not get drunk. Yes, I had a shot of tequila to get the blood flow and I feel hot, but I'm not drunk.

Donia, however, is.

I don't know what she has in her system, but I want it.

She's jumping up and down, never seeming to run out of energy, and grinds down on everyone as she dances.

Reed has been coming onto the dancefloor as well, dancing around and having a good time, proving that you don't need alcohol to have fun.

The others join us as well. Everyone is having fun, and I feel alive.

Tonight is the first time since England that I've laughed out loud.

I'm dancing around people as well, having the time of my life.

"Hey there, beautiful," a voice whispers, and I turn around, seeing a guy around my age standing in front of me.

His hair is dirty blonde and he has dark brown eyes. "Hi," I grin, and don't stop dancing.

"I've had my eyes on you all night," he says and comes closer. I let him, not minding the closeness.

"Did you now?" I ask and tilt my head to the side. I take his hand and pull him closer. "Tonight is your lucky night, then."

He smirks, and I have to admit that he's hot.

Just not the kind of hot that has me drenching my panties at first sight. And he doesn't make me tingle all over and...

Shut the fuck up.

"I'm Easton," he introduces himself.

"Fallon," I reply. 

"This is your first time here? Haven't seen you around," he asks and pulls my back against his front.

"First time," I confirm, "it's my birthday."

"Oh, your birthday, huh?" he asks and runs his hands down my body. I nod and lean my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and picturing for one second that it's someone else standing there.

"We gotta celebrate, don't we?"

"Yes," I agree, and that's what we do.

We've been dancing partners for the past hour, and I don't mind the hands on me. My arms are wrapped around his neck, and we've only been growing closer until one of his hands is resting on my ass.

"You're so hot," he whispers and skims his lips across my cheek. I turn my head and let our lips meet in a kiss.

He lets out a deep groan and takes a handful of my ass, squeezing me.

I part my lips for his tongue and welcome him.

His hand on my ass guides me towards his hardening dick, but I don't feel a zap of electricity go through me.

Please, don't let Nicholas have ruined me for other men. Please, please.

I continue to kiss Easton, and I continue letting his hands explore me. But I just don't feel it.

I can't.

And I hate myself for it. It frustrates me so much that it has tears springing to my eyes.

Parting my lips from his, he looks down at me with a frown. "Everything okay?"

Nodding, I take a step away from him and exhale.

"Yeah, I just... I just need a minute," I murmur and turn away, squeezing myself between all the dancing bodies.

The stench of sweat and alcohol is in the air, and it has me turning my nose up in disgust.

My body is pushed around by everyone and I manage to avoid spilled drinks. I don't want this dress ruined.

I quickly find an empty storage room and close the door behind me, flicking the dim light on and letting out a breath.

I just need to calm down.

Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a few seconds before I let go. I steady my breathing and close my eyes, feeling the tension leaving my body.

But now that I'm calm, I picture Easton and still feel nothing at the memory of his hands and mouth.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I feel the same things I feel with Nicholas?

My eyes open with determination.

I won't let Nicholas stand in the way of me being able to have a one-night stand. I refuse to.

The door is ripped open, and I'm surprised I don't snap my neck at how fast I whip my head around.

Nicholas is standing in the doorway, worry edged all over his face. He breathes out in relief when he sees me, and then closes the door behind him, taking up almost all the space in this little room.

I need to plant myself on the high table standing in the storage room, to allow Nicholas to have more room.

"Nicholas?" I ask, confused.

"I thought something was wrong," he breathes out and shakes his head. "You disappeared so fast. You can't just do that, Fallon."

"I..." I begin, but I'm so confused. "H-how did you get here? Wait, no. Why are you here?"

But before he can answer, I beat him to it again, "You've been here the whole night?"

"Fuck yeah, to make sure you're not going to be taken advantage of or that those nasty men don't do things you don't like. I need you safe, Fallon."

"You've been watching me?"

"When you say it like that, it sounds creepy."

"It is kinda creepy." And yet my heart warms at the gesture for some odd reason.

"I grew up with two sisters. Aurora even took drugs once in a club that had us all worried sick, and I know the fucking dangerous men that can lurk around here."

I disregard all what he just said.

"You saw me dancing with Easton?"

He clenches his jaw. "Yes."

I'm surprised he didn't come to rip Easton's head off when we were dancing.

"Good," I reply and sit up. "I'm going to resume doing that."

"Okay."

I pause. "Okay? You're fine with that?"

He chuckles and plants both his hands on either side of me.

"Yeah, I am."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because you deserve a fun night on your birthday."

"It doesn't bother you that I'm going to sleep with someone else?"

"It does."

"Then why are you letting me?"

He leans in, running his nose up my cheek and causing goosebumps to rise.

"Because who am I to stop you?"

It's hard to swallow, and the sensual music playing outside doesn't help with the thick tension surrounding us.

"You've been watching me all night?"

"All night."

"All alone?"

"I had some friends join me, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

"There weren't any women approaching you?" I ask, not caring how close we are to one another. And ignoring the way I'm throbbing and aching.

"Yeah, there were."

I don't like the jealousy eating me up, but I realize that that's how Nicholas must've felt this entire time.

And? That's his problem.

"I wasn't interested, though," he replies in a low hum. "Because as I've said, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you."

"How do you like me in this dress?" I ask, not caring that I'm doing really stupid things right now.

"You look stunning. Like an angel."

"Are you hard?"

"I fucking ache," he whispers.

"I'm so fucking hard of seeing you dance around in this dress and watching you shake your ass."

His words leave me panting, desperate for more.

"Good thing to know I look good in this dress," I breathe, "to let Easton fuck me in it."

Nicholas only hums. "Yeah, good thing," he agrees. "You're going to let him fuck you?"

All I can do is nod.

"You wet?"

"Yes," I bring out and nearly shudder when I feel his hands on my bare legs.

"Did you enjoy his hands on you?"

"No," I admit honestly. "I hated every second of it."

"But you still want someone to fuck you, yeah?"

I nod. "Yes, I do."

"You wanna find someone else to fuck you?"

I shake my head. "Why's that?"

"Nicholas, it hurts," I whine and bring his hand between my legs, underneath my dress.

I moan out in relief when his fingers touched my drenched thong.

My hips buck when he moves his fingers up and down, going through my slick folds through the thin fabric.

"You're so fucking wet, angel," he whispers and presses down on my clit.

"Nicholas," I moan and throw my head back, feeling my eyes rolling into another dimension.

"You're not drunk, you know that," he states and I nod. "You're fully conscious of your decision," he continues and I let out an agreeing sound.

"You're okay with this?" he asks and I nod once again.

A gasp leaves me when he slaps my pussy. "Words," he commands.

"I'm okay with this," I bring out and breathe out in relief when he slides my panties down my legs, and then stuffs them in his pants.

He places two fingers on my pussy, lubricating everything with my slick arousal and spreading it out.

I jerk on my spot when he circles my clit multiple times, pressing down on it before he goes down and enters both of his fingers.

I clench around him and take ahold of his arms, needing something to steady myself on.

He withdraws his fingers and thrusts them back in, the slick sounds of my arousal resounding in the room.

"Nicholas," I bring out and lift my hand, palming his hard cock through his pants. Nicholas lets out a low groan and takes his fingers away from my pussy.

Only to trail them up and tap on my lower lip.

Parting my lips, he slides his fingers inside my mouth.

"Suck," he commands, and that's exactly what I do.

With half-lidded eyes, I suck on his fingers and stroke my tongue around them, which has him rubbing his cock before he unbuckles his belt.

Sucking on his fingers turns me on, and has me oozing out wetness. I close my eyes and let out a low hum.

When I flutter my eyes open again, I see that he's lazily stroking his cock up and down, and my legs tremble when I see precum leaking out.

He spreads it out, tightening his grip on himself and going slower, torturing us both.

"You want my cock, Fallon?" he asks.

"Yes," I breathe and gasp when he grabs my legs and bends them, placing my feet on the table. My knees are at my chest, and I'm completely exposed to him.

He comes closer, tapping the head of his cock against my pulsing clit.

"Put it in already," I groan and tilt my head back, aching to feel him inside of me.

He chuckles. "Anything for the birthday princess."

I gasp and arch my back when he shoves himself inside of me. Nicholas places both his hands on either side of me and throws his head back, not moving and letting himself throb around my pussy walls.

I plant my hands on his back and push him closer towards me, letting out a sharp moan when he probes his hips harder into mine and slides in deeper.

"You like that?" he whispers huskily and I nod, already feeling a layer of sweat starting to coat my skin.

He withdraws his hips a bit and slides back in, repeating that motion over and over again.

"Y-you're teasing me," I stammer out and lean my head against the wall behind me, letting the feeling of pure bliss wash over me.

He takes away his hands from beside me and places them on the wall, right above my head so he's looming over me.

With a lust-filled look in his eyes, he starts fucking me. Hard.

His hips snap against mine, his cock driving in and out of me, hitting me right there.

Our skins slap together and our heavy breathing mingles in the air. His name repeatedly leaves my lips, along with high-pitched moans.

"The necklace looks so fucking good on you," he whispers, looking down at my neck where the pendant is resting.

And I feel so much hotter now, knowing that he's fucking me while I'm wearing something he gifted me.

Ridding myself of my shoes, I cinch my legs around his hips, and dig my heels into his ass, pushing him deeper and making my eyes roll back.

My lips part on a loud moan, and I'm happy that the music playing outside is this loud so no one can hear us.

"You feel so fucking good," he groans and emphasizes his words with another thrust.

I clutch his shirt between my fingers and tug at it, raising myself a bit so our faces are only inches apart.

"You're going to be the death of me," I whisper against his lips.

"Ditto," he replies and steals a kiss, slamming into me hard and fast.

Whines are leaving me, desperately chasing the release that I want him to give me.

Releasing his lips, I lean back so I can look into his eyes.

"Slap me," I ask, and he doesn't seem phased at my request.

He raises his hand without question and harshly slaps my cheek, the sting going through me and mingling with the pleasure.

That's the last push I needed to fall over the edge, and I cry out his name, closing my eyes in bliss and coming all over his cock.

Nicholas' heavy breathing fills my ears, and he thrusts inside of me, quicker and harder every time until he stills and blows his load inside of me.

"There," he whispers and plants another kiss on my lips.

"I needed that," I sigh and kiss him, slipping my tongue between his lips and caressing his. He groans and clutches my face, deepening the kiss and claiming me.

I don't know for how long we stand there, kissing, but I know it's long enough to make my lips ache.

"I need to get back," I whisper and put my heels back on, now suddenly a lot taller than a few seconds ago.

He nods and caresses my cheeks one last time.

"Good, now go out and celebrate."

. . .

I hope you listened to the song while reading this chapter.

Bc imagine that song playing in the club while they're fucking... it had me so hot sksksks.

Anyway, I had a lot of this chapter prewritten already so here you go.

Thank you so much for reading.

I love you.