Storyline

For three years, I’ve been working as a waitress at the most popular dive bar in town. Every October, the place transforms into a gloriously chaotic circus. Orange pumpkin-shaped lights illuminate the smoky glass windows, paper bats dangle from the ceiling and rowdy laughter fills the place nightly. I’ve always liked the spooky fun of the season and how our patrons often dress in costumes throughout the entire week leading up to the holiday. The bar had a new band playing during our last Halloween celebration, and let me tell you, their lead singer was something else. Luke’s husky voice was hypnotic. He had a look about him too — tall, with messy hair that screamed rock star and intense blue eyes. Every time I brought a drink order to a table near the stage, I felt his gaze boring into me. Whenever Luke took a break, I made sure to be the one bringing him a bottle of water. I know I was eyeing him as hungrily as he was doing to me. The tension between us seemed to grow with each song, like a swirling storm brewing on the horizon. By the time the band played their last tune, my mind was overflowing with dirty fantasies about Luke. As the show wrapped, Luke thanked the audience, and the clamoring crowd clapped and hollered for another encore. But the studly singer simply flashed them a charming smile and gave a shake of his head. Holding his guitar by the neck, Luke slipped off the stage and made a beeline for me. “Thanks for keeping me hydrated, darlin’,” he drawled, his Southern accent thick as molasses. “You’re very welcome,” I told him. “If you’d like to wet your whistle some more, you can come back to my place for a nightcap.” He smiled broadly and replied, “I’d like that very much. What’s your name, beautiful? I can’t imagine letting you host me without a proper introduction.” “Savannah.” He repeated my name slowly, as if he was rolling it over his tongue and savoring each syllable. His accent made me weak in the knees. We walked to my cottage, which was just a few blocks from the bar. The night air was cool, and the moon cast a silver glow on everything it touched. Inside my place, our simmering sexual tension was ready to boil over. I offered him a seat on the couch, and as he took it, his eyes scanned the room, taking in my vintage decor. I poured us glasses of whiskey. “Nice place,” Luke said, his voice low and intimate. “It’s got character.” I handed him a glass, and our fingers brushed. I had to stop myself from purring from that simple touch. “Thanks,” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual. “It’s small and cozy — and best of all, it’s all mine.” We each took a sip in unison, the whiskey warming our throats. The silence grew thicker, and the air in the room seemed to crackle with anticipation. We set down our glasses, and Luke reached for me. He pulled me onto his lap, and our mouths collided in a passionate kiss that left me breathless. His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves of my waist and hips. My heart was racing, and my pulse was thundering in my ears. Our lip-lock grew more intense, and his hands moved up to my face, gently cupping my cheeks. His thumbs caressed my jawline as he deepened our kiss, sending waves of desire coursing through me. His tender touch left me feeling both desired and cherished. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, tongues leisurely exploring one another’s mouths. Eventually, we broke apart. Luke picked me up as if I weighed no more than a feather. He carried me down the hallway in search of my bedroom. I pointed toward its doorway, and he laid me on the mattress and stripped off my clothes, revealing my lacy lingerie. He gave a low wolf whistle, and I laughed out loud. My hands were trembling with excitement as I unfastened the buttons on his shirt. Luke’s body was lean, his chest a canvas of intricate tattoos and taut muscles. As I caressed him, Luke groaned and leaned in for another kiss. His tongue repeatedly delved into my mouth as if it was the sweetest place on Earth. Before long, we were both completely naked. Luke’s hands roamed over my body with a confidence that was both thrilling and a little intimidating because he knew just where to touch me to make me moan. When he covered my body with his, the weight of him on top of me was deliciously overwhelming. His kisses became more intense as our bodies writhed, skin sliding against skin. The scent of whiskey mixed with sweat and something uniquely Luke filled my senses. The combined aroma was intoxicating. His hands slid down my sides and beneath my ass, cupping my cheeks firmly. He held me close to him, grinding his hips into mine as we continued to make out. His cock was rock-hard against my stomach, his erection smearing my skin with a slick of precome. Luke broke our kiss to nibble on my neck, his teeth teasing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so beautiful, Savannah,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all night.” I combed back his long locks with my fingers, telling him, “And all night, I’ve been thinking about this — you and I, naked together in bed.” “You’re sassy, Savannah,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “I like it.” Luke lowered his mouth to my breasts, teasing and suckling each nipple until they were stiff peaks. His tongue danced around the sensitive nubs, making me squirm and moan. I felt an overwhelming wetness leaking from my cunt, and my body was begging for him to touch me there. He didn’t disappoint. His hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs, finding my slick center with an ease that made me tremble. His fingers began to explore me, stroking my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips. The sensation was intense, and I rocked my hips against his hand. His thumb circled my clit as his fingers dipped into my pussy, curling and hitting just the right spot. In no time, I was rocketing toward the edge of orgasm. But Luke suddenly stopped and pulled away, leaving me panting and needy. He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants at the foot of the bed and ripped the package open with his teeth. He rolled the rubber onto his cock, which was standing at full attention. The sight of him taking control only added to my arousal. With a wicked grin, he whispered, “Ready for the main event, darlin’?” I nodded; my voice lost in the haze of my desire. Luke positioned himself at my entrance. With one swift move, he pushed his cock inside me, and the sensation — a mix of pleasure and pressure — was nearly overwhelming. Luke’s long dick filled me completely, stretching me in a thrilling way. I embraced him with my arms and legs, encouraging him to fuck me deeper and harder. However, Luke seems to have no intention of rushing through our coupling. His hips moved in a slow, sinuous rhythm that had me clawing at his back in desperation. I released helpless little cries as I tried to buck my body upward — but he was surprisingly strong and had me pinned against the mattress. Luke was a commanding presence onstage, and that attitude apparently carried over into the bedroom as well. He was putting on an epic performance as he slowly screwed me, incrementally increasing my pleasure and making me crazy with desire. From the look of gentle amusement on Luke’s face, I could tell that he knew exactly what he was doing. I had a fleeting thought that he must’ve screwed countless groupies, but that didn’t bother me. In fact, I was thankful that he apparently had so much experience because, so far, he was rocketing to the top of my chart. The rhythm of Luke’s grinding hips was its own sensual song. I completely surrendered to his erotic composition, absorbing all the intense feelings that he was stirring up inside me. The tempo of Luke’s strokes gradually grew faster, giving me the intensity I’d been craving. I felt my pussy overflowing, and his corkscrewing thrusts caused his body to grind against my clit. I felt tension coiling in my belly, which further tightened with every swipe against my aroused button. My lust was spiraling upward, building toward an epic orgasmic explosion. “Fuck, Luke,” I moaned, my nails digging into his back. He responded by increasing his pace, and his muscles rippled beneath my hands. His skin was slick with sweat, and I felt his heart hammering against my chest. His breathing was ragged in my ear, and I knew he was as close to climaxing as me. “I’m gonna come,” I panted as my pussy tightened around him. “Oh, God, please don’t stop.” “Don’t worry, darlin’, I got you,” Luke assured me as he continued to fuck me. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My climax reached a beautiful crescendo. My musical cries, and my convulsing cunt let Luke know that I was drowning in pleasure. Meanwhile, he raced toward his own release. His pistoning pelvis pushed me further into the mattress. The friction of our bodies was exquisite, and I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces as I let myself get lost in the ecstasy that he had triggered. As my climax subsided, Luke pounded my syrupy snatch with a renewed intensity. His own orgasm was obviously imminent, his body tensing and his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned my name and filled me with his hot seed. Fortunately, it didn’t take much convincing from me to get Luke to perform many more encores before he took his final bow and left my town — and he definitely deserved a standing ovation from this well-pleased fan.