The daddy of the nightclub

The music vibrated in my chest like a second heart. Red and blue lights cut through the club’s smoke, and the smell of sweat, expensive cologne, and alcohol hung thick in the air. I was leaning on the disco bar, half-drunk gin and tonic in hand, watching the coming and going of bodies. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be taken hard, without hurry and without fear.

That was when I saw him.

A middle-aged man, about forty-something, tall, broad shoulders, chest visible under a black shirt open at the first two buttons. Short, graying hair, well combed. Serious face, strong jaw, thin lips. Dark gaze, the kind that doesn’t ask permission. The face of a hard fucker, exactly my type. He walked toward me with a steady step, unhurried, as if he already knew he was going to get what he wanted.

He planted himself beside me. His perfume was expensive, woody.

“Alone?” he asked in a deep, hoarse voice.

I nodded.

“I’ll buy you a drink,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

I ordered another gin and tonic. He ordered a whisky. We drank in silence for a few seconds, looking at each other. He didn’t look away. He examined me as if he were already imagining me naked.

“I like you,” he said suddenly. “You have the face of someone who likes to get fucked hard.”

I felt heat rise up my neck. He smiled barely, just a movement of his lips.

“Come,” he ordered.

He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me close to him. His mouth crashed against mine without warning. Firm lips, invasive tongue, taste of whisky. He kissed me as if he were claiming me. One hand on the back of my neck, the other going down to my ass and squeezing hard. I moaned into the kiss. He squeezed harder.

“Tonight I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered against my mouth. “Raw. No condom. I want to feel you hot and open. Does that sound good?”

I nodded, almost voiceless. He smiled for real for the first time.

“Good. Let’s go to my hotel.”

We went out. The night air hit my face. He had an elegant black car. He pushed me into the passenger seat and started the engine. While he drove, his right hand kept going to my crotch, squeezing my cock through my pants, rubbing it with his fingers.

“You’re already hard,” he said, amused. “How badly you want me to put it in you.”

The hotel was one of the most luxurious in the city. Marble, dim lights, discreet staff. We went up in the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me again, rougher. Hands under my shirt, pinching my nipples. When the elevator opened, he grabbed me by the arm and took me to the suite.

The room was enormous. King-size bed, windows overlooking the city, marble bathroom. He locked the door and turned to me.

“Take off your clothes. Slowly.”

I undressed while he watched me. Shirt, pants, underwear. I stood there naked, cock already erect, a drop of ...