Prologue

5 Years Ago

"Aren't you supposed to be dancing with us, Soph?" Cloie shouted from across the bar, her voice barely audible above the music, but I could hear the teasing tone.

I waved her off, laughing. "In a bit. I'm pacing myself."

Amanda gave me a wink, her smile mischievous. "Sure, sure."

"Just don't end up crawling home again like last time." Ashley said.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "I don't crawl, Ash. I walk with style."

But before they could respond, I was already stepping away from the group, the rhythm of the music calling to me.

The night had barely begun, but I already felt the alcohol starting to kick in. I wasn't worried about anything, not about the exams waiting for me back at school, not about the stresses of life. Tonight was just for me.

The bass thrummed through my body, the sticky floor of the bar vibrating beneath my heels. I'd already had three shots of tequila, okay, maybe four, and the world felt like it was tilting just enough to make everything more exciting.

My friends were laughing somewhere behind me, but I couldn't keep still. The music was calling, and I needed to dance.

I swayed onto the crowded dancefloor, the dim lights flashing in erratic patterns, casting shadows on the sea of bodies. My hips moved on their own, the rhythm of the song pulling me deeper into the chaos.

That's when I bumped into him. Hard.

I stumbled back, my hands instinctively grabbing at his chest to steady myself. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and smelled like cologne and something darker, more primal. I looked up, my lips curling into a mischievous grin.

"Sorry," I said, my voice dripping with fake innocence.

My hand drifted lower, brushing against the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.

"Oh, is that a problem?" I teased, leaning closer so my breath ghosted over his ear.

He grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful. "What are you doing?"

His voice was low, gravelly, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I laughed, slipping my hand free and turning my back to him.

"I'm bored." I pressed myself against him, grinding my ass into his hardness.

His hands landed on my hips, pulling me tighter against him. I could feel every inch of him now, and it made my breath hitch. His fingers slid under the hem of my dress, grazing the sensitive skin of my thigh.

"You're trouble," he murmured, his thumb brushing over the lace of my panties.

I bit my lip, arching into his touch.

His fingers dipped lower, finding the wetness already soaking through the fabric. "Fuck, you're already so wet."

I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder as he teased my folds through the thin barrier of my panties. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

"You started it," I breathed, rolling my hips against his hand.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping beneath the lace and directly onto my soaked flesh.

"Soaked already," he growled, his fingers circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

I moaned, my knees buckling slightly. He held me up, his other arm wrapping around my waist to keep me steady.

The music pulsed around us, the crowd oblivious to what was happening in their midst. His fingers worked me relentlessly, teasing and stroking until pleasure coiled tight in my core.

"Oh god," I whimpered, my fingers digging into his arm. "Don't stop."

"Look at you," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. "Begging for it already."

He plunged two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that spot that made me see stars. I cried out, my body trembling as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb still rubbing circles on my clit.

I came hard, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He kept going, drawing out my orgasm until I was a shaking mess in his arms.

"That's it," he murmured, finally slowing his movements. "Such a good girl."

I turned in his arms, my chest heaving as I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire, and I could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Your turn," I whispered, my hand trailing down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt with practiced ease, my fingers fumbling slightly with the button and zipper.

He grabbed my wrist again, stopping me. "Not here," he growled, his voice rough. He glanced toward the exit, and I knew what he was thinking.

I nodded, letting him lead me through the crowd, his hand firmly gripping mine. The cool night air hit me as we stepped outside, the parking lot dimly lit by flickering streetlights.

He pushed me against the side of a car, his body pressing into mine as his lips crashed against my own. His kiss was hungry, demanding, and I eagerly matched his intensity.

He yanked open the car door and slid into the backseat, pulling me down with him. My dress rode up as I straddled him, his cock straining against his boxers. I reached down, freeing him from the fabric, and gasped at the size of him.

"Jesus," I breathed, wrapping my hand around his length.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I positioned myself over him.

"Take what you want," he urged, his voice strained with need.

I sank down onto him slowly, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The fullness was almost overwhelming, and I had to pause for a moment to adjust.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his hips bucking up into me.

I moaned, my hands braced against his chest as I began to move. The angle was awkward in the confined space, but it only added to the intensity. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts through my dress before sliding down to grip my hips.

I rocked against him, my pace quickening as pleasure built inside me again.

"You feel so good," I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He thrust up into me, hitting that spot deep inside that made me cry out.

"You gonna come for me again?" he growled, his hands sliding down to grip my ass. "I want to feel you tighten around me."

"Yes," I whimpered, my body trembling as I teetered on the edge.

He slammed into me once, twice, and I shattered, my orgasm washing over me in violent waves. He followed moments later, his release spilling deep inside me as he groaned my name.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breaths mingling in the close space. Finally, he pulled out, and I collapsed onto the seat beside him.

When the heat subsided, I stood up, fixed my dressed and face. "Thank you," I said with familiarity, just like how I say it everytime the play ends.