Too drunk to drive home. Come get me at Sulley’s, I text Dad, and his response is immediate.
Are you serious?
As the plague.
There’s a pause, and I smile. I can just see him sitting there on his couch debating with himself. “I should let him find his own way home. He’s an adult.” But he’d never leave me or anyone else who asked for help.
Fine.
With that settled, I scan the bar from the back to the front, and there I see him. My prey for the night.
Fuck, he’s sexy. He’s got a dark red faux hawk that’s cut close on the sides and a beard that comes down a few inches to his chest. But what really gets me is the flannel shirt. I know it’s cliche, but something about a big thick man looking like a lumberjack really hits all of my sweet spots. It’s hard to say how tall he is because he’s sitting, but he’s a head above everyone around him.
I love a guy that’s bigger than me. Someone who could easily destroy me but lets me take control.
There’s no greater high than that.
So I adjust my dick and saunter over to him. He notices my approach and turns to face me with his thighs spread wide. That’s a good sign, so I don’t waste time and walk right between them, accepting his clear invitation.
I give him a cheeky grin and commence with the small talk.
“Do you come here often?”
A small smile creeps over his handsome face, and when he opens his mouth to answer, I jump back in.
“Great, let’s fuck.”
He laughs now and grabs my hips, pulling me in close.
“Forward,” he rumbles in my ear. “I like that.”
“I know what I want, so why waste time?” I move my hands up his thighs and to the button on his jeans.
“Are you this bossy in bed?” His voice vibrates through me.
“I am.” Here’s where I might lose him. “I’m a very bossy top.”
He just stares wide-eyed at me for a moment, and I’m about to step away from him cause if he doesn’t bottom, this doesn’t happen.
“That’s good because I’m a pillow princess.”
Be still my heart. A big guy that I can boss around and just wants me to fuck him.
Hell to the yeah.
“I’d be happy to fuck you, princess. Take me to your palace.”
Normally I’m all about the quick-and-dirty fucks in the bathroom, cause then there’s no awkward goodbyes at the end of the night. Tonight, though, I need to get out of here so d-Dad doesn’t find me.
I hold out my hand.
He gives me a blinding smile and reaches out. His sleeves are rolled up, and his forearms are covered in dark red hair that leads up his arms to massive shoulders. This man is already perfect, but then he stands and I have to crane my neck to look at him. I swear my dick squirts pre-cum into my panties.
“Damn, I love a big boy,” I purr.
“And I love a toppy twink.”
“That’s good, because this ass is mine.” I grab it roughly. “Now out the door.”
