She Was Enraged BTW - Alex Turner

1 week ago, Alex's POV:

I'm at some bar, twenty minutes away from a college town and closer to my recording studio than home. "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga is playing; this place is awfully American. I'm in slacks and a white dress shirt, I haven't gone on tour in a while, I can feel myself fading from the public eye, and my hair is uncut so I shouldn't be recognized. It's dark, a blue tint from LED lights hits everything. Its not packed, a Sunday night, but not empty.

I'm sex-starved and dangerously buzzed. There are a few girls I have my eye on, but there's only one eyeing me back. She's in a tiny dark blue dress, dangerously close to flashing someone. A deep square neckline secured with a string in the back has her tits almost out too, it's autum, freezing cold, but it's long-sleeved so her arms should be warm. She's got on black fishnet tights, silver heels that look painful, and a necklace with a bow charm, also silver. Silver body glitter too. Her eye makeup is smoky, almost like it was supposed to make her look a little tired. Blue eyes scan me. She has black hair but her curtain bangs are dyed white and so is the underside of her hair. Pearly teeth peek out under a smirk. Her bushy eyebrows are crinkled, they are the first to tell what she's thinking. I love thick eyebrows, I think their cute.

I set my glass down and walk over, "Hey," she says in an sultry voice, her seductive icy eyes teasing me.

I look down, her heels aren't very tall, she's a little short. I gently set my hand on her waist, and her smile gets bigger. I thought she was too young. She looks like it but she doesn't act like it so I assume she has some great genetics. She's so commanding, "Hello."

"Name?" she raises a brow, she can tell I'm familiar but she doesn't exactly know who I am. I prefer to fuck people with good taste but its so awkward sleeping with fans.

I suck in a breath through my teeth with playful eyes.

"All right then," she sets her hand on my chest, playing with the fabric.

She starts to move her body to the music, teaching me to appreciate this song. Slowly she rolled her hips and dances as any white woman would. I don't participate but I can tell she knows I'id prefer to watch her.

Some brunette--probably one of her friends--walks past, rolling her eyes, "I'm not waiting up for you."

She doesn't respond, slowly lowering her body to the floor with the beat, "Want to do that with your ass facing me?" she looks up, smirks, and does as told, "Atta girl."

I bite my lip. We don't have much conversation; it's not important, and if I'm not telling her my name, why should I get her's? It's not long before I'm getting impatient, the music changes to some rock song and I find myself backing her against a wall. She looks up at me through her lashes, licking sweet lips. I lean down, face inches from hers. I bring my hand up to caress her jaw. She slings her arms around my neck, nails twisting through my hair.

We lean in at the same time and our lips connect, she doesn't hesitate to let my tongue slip into her mouth. She tatses like teqella. We kiss for a long time but when I'm forced to come up for air, she pants, closing her eyes and pressing her lips together when I squeeze her hip, holding in a moan. Blood rushes from my brain to my dick. I dip my lips into her neck, and she gasps. She's already worked up, a touch more sensitive, and the dominance is gone. She holds on to my hair, whimpering as I find her sweet spot, I return to her lips. My hips start to move, and she struggles to kiss back, moaning, "Jesus."

I lick up the column of her throat, her eyes pressing shut, "Would you like to step outside?" she nods.

I tug her out the back and rush her over to my car, "What is that?" her eyes go wide when she sees my ride.

"A blacked-out McLaren," I mutter, opening the passenger door I shove her in. Climbing on top of her I pull the lever on the side of the seat, she shrieks as she falls back. Her arms flying out to brace herself. I chuckle. She bites her lip, tilting her head back. My hand grips her thigh, right below her dress, "May I?"

"Uh-huh," she whines, nodding.

I push her dress up, the armrests are vertical with the seat back, I pry her thighs open, dropping her knees on either side, her legs now forced apart, lacy white panties on display. I lean down, pressing my lips to hers. She whines, squirming, "Manners," I scold, giving her arousal-soaked cunt a light slap.

She screams, her jaw shaking. I watch her face, she's debating something in her head. Eventually, she reluctantly moans, "Please."

I chuckle, pulling the knot on the back of her dress, sucking on her tits, she's not wearing a bra, "You're fucking pathetic."

Her shaky hands start frantically unbuttoning my shirt, and I groan. She's halfway through with my shirt when I feel her flat hand hit me in the chest, "Grind, asshole," I do as told and she immediately tugs on my shirt, her head falling back. I hear a rip... that bitch tore my shirt off.

I don't think before biting her lip as hard as I can, she moans. Her grinding is pitiful, to be fair she doesn't have anything more than her panties protecting her. I slide my hands under her dress pulling it off. Her hips start to shake, her moaning getting out of control, I stop my hips. She whines, "Fucker."

I groan, my eyes are glued to her tits. She lurches forward, unbuttoning my pants and squeezing me, starting to rub. A shudder of pleasure taking over me, I fall to my elbows, burying my head in her neck, "Quit that."

I give in, leaning up and turning my torso around, still propped on my knees, searching through my glove box... shit, I'm out, "Any chance you're on birth control?"

She narrows her eyes, squirming but still pushing out a snarky response, "You look like you have herpes," I don't respond, forcing her to answer if she wants to get anything, "I have an IUD, dumbfuck."

"Sorry, I'm not a mind reader," I roll my eyes falling back onto her, and the mood shifts. I swear and push her panties aside, thrusting two fingers in, she arches her back and her nails dig into the leather seats, "Fuck you're tight."

I rip her panties off and take myself out, her eyes widen when she sees my cock, "What the fuck dude?"

I laugh and press myself against her entrance, she whimpers, her eyes fall closed, and her head tilts back. I circle her clit, ordering, "Look at me," reluctantly her eyes open, and I groan, pushing inside, watching her face. Her lip is bleeding from the both of us knawing on it. Sweat sticks her hair to her face. Her warm pussy envelops me, her walls squeezing me as tight as she can. The car's windows are steamed, sweat sticking to my abs. I bottom out, circling her clit while I wait for her to adjust.

I want to tease, her, I want to hear her beg again. If I ever sleep with this woman again she won't survive the night, but I can barely handle waiting for her right now. It takes her a few days but eventually, she nods. I pull out and slam back in, she screams. I lean back adjusting her legs, forcing her hips to tip up more and me to sit deeper. Panicked eyes stare at me, "Yes?"

She props herself up on her elbows, "That's a bad angle," she lies.

"Really?" I thrust, she screams louder, her head falling back, nails ripping into my leather seats, worth a lot of money, but maybe not more than a night with her, "you sure?"

She doesn't respond, only mumbling something incoherent, I fall into a rhythm. Her moans and cries echo as the car shakes. I'm hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

I'm a hypocrite for calling her pathetic, we both are. She's shaking, her eyes pressed closed. She's so loud, the whole parking lot can hear her. I'm already struggling to keep rhythm, "Fuck you're a good girl."

She comes, I've been in this woman for less than a minute.

I follow, my hips stuttering, but I notice how long she's taking, how much she's drenching me. Her orgasm lasts an eternity. When she's finally done tears are in the corners of her eyes, I run my hands through her hair, comforting her as I slide out of the mess she made. My seats are ruined, but it's okay...

Cause I made her squirt.