Immediately, we realize that the bar is populated by very drunk, barely legal twentysomethings. He hands me a drink, nudges me into a dark corner, and unbuttons the front of my coat so he can slide his hand inside and wrap his arm around my waist. He squeezes me against his body before leaning down to say, “We won’t be staying long.”

“Yeah,” I say. “It’s pretty young in here.”

He slowly pulls back, brushing that back of his hand against my breast before taking another sip of his drink. “I’m just thinking that I need you naked on my bed,” he says.

Matt’s a force of nature. Some of the things he says would get him slapped by the general public, but me, I just get wet. I think he gets away with it because he rounds it out with other qualities that offset the roughness of his rough edge.

So we’re in a dark bar full of drunk kids and he has me against the wall, in the shadows, and I can feel his erection pressing against me. He’s a phenomenal tease, sometimes leaning in to kiss while holding back just an inch, so that I need to rise on my toes. If I don’t, we’re suspended in a perpetual half-kiss until I can’t resist it.

I remember him doing this on our first date. We were at a snug little bar on the Lower East Side and I had to get to the ladies’ room. When I hopped off my stool, he stood up, and I had to scootch past him to make my way out. As I passed he leaned in, catching me between his thighs and the wall. I looked up and wanted to kiss him – instead, I smiled until he stepped back to let me by. But I was dying to get my hands on him, and when I came back, it was all I could think about. That night, we laid one another to waste.

“Drink up, and let’s get out of here,” he says. He has his hand on the small on my back while I have another drink and then put the glass down for good. We get in a cab and he puts his hand on my knee and hikes my skirt up slowly. We arrive at his place.

The second he opens the door, we’re stripping and kissing and tripping over shoes until we land on his bed. I roll on top of him and straddle his hips while I throw off my top, and he has his hands on my hips. His cock is rock hard – he gets so hard – and I raise my hips slightly so I can reach down and run the head of his cock along the edge of my pussy as I angle him in. He pulls my hips down as he drives into me and we both groan. Fuck…

And it’s what I’ve been waiting for.

After, we’re collapsed against one another catching our breath. He says, “You’re not much into foreplay, are you…” And I say, no, not really, but this isn’t really true because I am. It’s there.