Dark Desires #2
With Hailee Steinfeld
Written by TheLW
Codes: Blowjob, Interracial
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
Several weeks had passed since that Friday night in our bedroom, and the air between Hailee and me had thickened with unspoken anticipation. We'd talked about it endlessly, late-night whispers turning into heated sessions where we'd role-play the details, scrolling through profiles on apps we'd downloaded, debating who might be the one to make our shared fantasy real. But we hadn't pulled the trigger yet. Not until tonight.
We'd decided on a nightclub downtown, one of those hot spots with dim neon lights, heavy bass that vibrated through your chest, and a crowd that mixed locals with out-of-towners looking for trouble. It was a Saturday, the kind of night where inhibitions dissolved in the haze of strobe lights and overpriced cocktails. Hailee had dressed to kill, or rather, to ignite. She wore that black halter-neck mini dress we'd picked out together online a few days earlier, the one that clung to her like a second skin. The deep V-plunge dove low between her breasts, framing her cleavage with a daring edge that caught every stray beam of light, making her skin glow against the matte black fabric. Thin straps looped around her neck, leaving her shoulders and upper back exposed, the ruched bodice gathering just right to cinch her waist and accentuate her curves. From there, it flared into a short, playful skirt that barely skimmed mid-thigh, swinging with every step and hinting at the smooth, toned legs beneath. She paired it with strappy black heels that added a few inches to her height, making her movements even more fluid and commanding. No bra underneath, the dress's structure held her up just fine, but it left little to the imagination when she moved. She looked confident, seductive, like she owned the room, and I could feel eyes on her from the moment we walked in.
We'd grabbed a booth in the corner, semi-private but with a clear view of the dance floor. I drank a rye and coke, the ice clinking against the glass as I took slow sips, the sharp burn of the whiskey grounding me amid the nightclub backdrop. Hailee had downed a vodka soda quickly, her eyes sparkling with that mix of nerves and excitement we'd both been riding.
"I'm gonna dance," Hailee said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before slipping into the crowd. I stayed put, as we'd agreed, watching, waiting, letting things unfold naturally.
From the booth, I had a perfect vantage point. The dance floor was a sea of bodies grinding to the thumping EDM remix, lights flashing in sync with the beat. Hailee moved like she was born for it, her hips swaying, arms raised as she lost herself in the rhythm of the music. It didn't take long for him to appear, a tall Black guy, broad-shouldered and athletic, with close-cropped hair and a fitted black shirt that hugged his frame. He looked confident, easy in his skin, the kind of guy who drew attention without trying. I just watched as he sidled up behind her, matching her energy with a subtle nod and a smile that she returned over her shoulder.
At first, it was innocent enough, Hailee's back to him, bodies close but not quite touching, syncing to the drop in the music. But then the beat slowed, turned heavier, more sensual, and Hailee leaned back into him. She pressed her ass against his crotch, grinding in slow, deliberate circles that matched the beat of the bass. Her skirt rode up just a fraction, teasing the curve where her thighs met her cheeks, and I could see the way her body molded into his. His hands found her hips first, guiding her movements with a firm grip, thumbs pressing into the ruched fabric at her waist. She arched her back slightly, pushing harder against him, and I caught the subtle shift in his expression, eyes darkening, lips parting as he felt her through the thin layers.
Emboldened, his hands slid lower, cupping her ass with a squeeze that made her gasp, I could almost hear it over the music, or maybe I just imagined it from the way her head tilted back. Her ass was incredible, firm and round from all those squats she did, and he didn't hold back, kneading it like he owned it, fingers digging in deep enough to leave faint imprints on the dress. Hailee didn't pull away, if anything, she ground harder, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs for leverage, pulling him closer. The contrast was mesmerizing, her lighter skin against his darker hands, the way the black dress amplified every touch. His palms roamed upward then, tracing the flare of her hips before sliding to her front, one hand splaying across her stomach while the other ventured higher. He groped her tits boldly, cupping them through the plunging neckline, thumbs brushing over her nipples that I knew were hardening under the fabric. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and the dress's stretch let him feel every curve, every responsive peak. Hailee's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she rolled her body against him, encouraging the exploration. From my seat, it was both torture and thrill intertwined, my heart pounding, a mix of jealousy twisting with raw arousal. I wondered if anyone else was watching, if they saw what I saw, my girlfriend, lost in the moment, her body responding to a stranger's touch in ways that made my mind race with possibilities.
The song shifted again, building to a crescendo, and Hailee spun around to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her level. He was taller, maybe 6'2" to her 5'6" frame and their bodies pressed together. Her tits up against his chest, the deep V of Hailee's dress exposing more skin as she arched into him. They danced like that for a beat, hips grinding in unison, before she tilted her head up and closed the distance.
The kiss started hungry, her lips leaning into his with an urgency that made my breath catch. She parted her mouth immediately, inviting him in, and he took it, his tongue sliding past her lips in a deep, exploratory sweep. It was messy, passionate, all tongue and desire, I could see the way their mouths moved, open and eager, swapping spit in long, wet exchanges that left strings of saliva glistening when they broke for air. Hailee's fingers tangled in the short hair at his nape, pulling him deeper, while his hands roamed her back, dipping low to squeeze her ass again and lift her slightly onto her toes. She moaned into his mouth, I couldn't hear it, but I saw her throat work, her body shudder, and he responded by sucking on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth before releasing it with a slow, teasing drag. Their heads tilted in sync, deepening the angle, tongues dueling visibly in the flashes of light, hers flicking against his, curling around it, pulling back only to dive in again. Spit slicked their lips, making the kiss glisten, and Hailee nipped at his bottom lip playfully before soothing it with another swirl of her tongue. It went on like that for what felt like minutes, intimate, uninhibited, the kind of make-out that screamed pent-up desire. Her skirt hiked up dangerously from his grip, and I shifted in the booth, my drink forgotten, heartbeat thundering as I imagined the taste, the feel, the way she must be soaking through her panties by now.
Finally, they broke apart, both breathing hard, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen. She whispered something in his ear, and he nodded with a grin. Hailee glanced my way then, her eyes locking on mine across the room, dark, triumphant, full of promise. She took his hand and led him over to our booth, sliding in beside me while he took the seat across.
"Hey," she said, still a little breathless, her voice carrying that post-kiss huskiness. She leaned into me briefly, her hand on my thigh under the table, a quick squeeze that sent a jolt through me, before turning to him. "This is Eli. We just met on the floor, he's got some killer moves."
I nodded, extending a hand across the table. "Nice to meet you, man." My voice came out steadier than I felt, the rye burning in my gut as I shook his hand, firm grip, calloused palms. Up close, he was even more imposing, sharp jawline, easy smile, the faint scent of cologne mixing with sweat from the dance.
Hailee beamed, her dress still slightly disheveled from their grinding. "Eli, you want a drink? His treat."
He leaned back, eyes looking between us with a knowing glint. "Yeah, sure. Whiskey neat."
Hailee turned to me, her tone casual but laced with that commanding edge we'd been playing with lately. "Babe, go order us a couple? Vodka soda for me, and his whiskey."
I paused for just a second, feeling the weight of her words, the subtle shift in dynamics, her instructing me while she stayed put with him. It hit like a spark, fueling the heat already building low in my gut. My cock twitched at the casual command, the way she’d said it so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yeah, of course,” I managed, voice steady despite the rush of blood in my ears. I slid out of the booth, leaving them alone as I headed to the bar, my mind swirling with the implications, the dance, the kiss, the way this night might end.
The bar was crowded, bodies pressing in, but I barely registered it. All I could picture was Hailee’s lips, the way Eli’s hands had owned her ass on the floor, the spit-slick shine when they’d finally broken apart. By the time I returned with the drinks, rye and coke for me (I’d needed another), vodka soda for her, whiskey neat for him, the conversation had already picked up again. Their heads were close, voices low over the music, and I caught the tail end of her laugh, bright and a little breathless.
I set the glasses down and slid back into the booth beside her. That’s when I saw it, they were making out again. Hailee had turned toward him, one hand on his thigh under the table, the other cradling the back of his neck. Their mouths were locked in that same hungry, open-mouthed pace from the dance floor, tongues sliding visibly, wet and unhurried. I could hear the soft, slick sounds over the bass thump, the way she sucked gently on his lower lip before diving back in, the faint pop when they separated for air only to crash together again. Eli’s hand was on her bare shoulder, thumb stroking the sensitive skin where the halter strap met her neck, while his other hand rested high on her thigh, fingers disappearing under the flared skirt. Her dress had ridden up dangerously, the ruched bodice straining slightly as she leaned into him, tits pressing against his chest. I sat frozen for a long moment, drink in hand, watching them devour each other like I wasn’t even there. The jealousy twisted sharp, but the arousal burned hotter, my jeans felt painfully tight, my pulse hammering in my throat.
Finally Hailee pulled back, lips glistening, cheeks flushed dark under the neon lights. She turned to me, eyes glassy and triumphant, a slow smile curling around her mouth. She licked her lips once, tasting him, then spoke in that low, husky post-kiss voice. “Babe,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my knee, “we were talking when you went to get the drinks. Eli would really love to come and see our place... or well, the bedroom anyways.”
The words landed like a punch, direct, shameless, exactly what we’d fantasized about for weeks. I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the fresh drink. Eli watched me over the rim of his glass, expression calm but expectant, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. I felt exposed, turned on, a little dizzy. “Yeah?” I said, voice rougher than I intended. “You cool with that?”
Eli nodded once. “If you two are.”
“Oh we are.” Hailee answered.
We stayed another twenty minutes, small talk, surface-level stuff to keep the energy from boiling over too fast. Eli told us he was in town for work, a personal trainer who traveled for client consultations. Hailee asked about his gym routine, laughing when he flexed playfully. I asked about the city, about favorite spots, anything to keep my hands busy and my mind from spiraling too far ahead. But the undercurrent was electric, every time Hailee shifted, her skirt rode higher, every time Eli leaned in to speak, his hand brushed her bare arm or thigh. My rye tasted like fire, and I couldn’t stop picturing what was coming.
Eventually Hailee finished her drink, set the glass down. “Let’s get out of here.”
I drove. Hailee insisted on the backseat with Eli, said the front was too cramped for three, and I didn’t argue. The ride was about twenty-five minutes across town, late-night streets quiet except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional streetlight sliding over the windows. I kept my eyes on the road, but the rearview mirror became my lifeline. In it, I watched everything.
They started slowly, her hand on his knee, his arm draped across the back of the seat. Then she leaned in, kissed his neck, soft at first, then open-mouthed, sucking gently on the skin below his ear. Eli groaned low, head tipping back against the leather. Hailee’s hand moved higher, palming him through his jeans, and I saw the outline of his cock thicken under her touch. She whispered something I couldn’t hear, and he chuckled, deep and rough. Then she was undoing his fly, careful but eager, pulling him out. Even in the dim light I could see how thick he was, heavy, veined, already glistening at the tip. Hailee made a soft, appreciative sound, stroked him a few times, then lowered her head.
The first wet slide of her mouth over him was unmistakable, and once it started, Hailee didn’t rush. She treated it like something sacred and filthy all at once, savoring every inch as if she’d been fantasizing about this exact moment for weeks.
Hailee began with just the head, lips wrapping snug around the thick crown, tongue flat and broad as she swirled circles over the slit. Eli groaned through his teeth, hips jerking once before he forced himself still. Hailee hummed in approval, the low vibration traveling straight down his shaft. In the rearview mirror I caught the way her eyes fluttered half-closed, lashes dark against her cheeks, completely focused on him. She sank down another inch, then another, cheeks hollowing slightly as she created suction, slow pull back, then deeper on the next descent. Her lips stretched visibly around his girth, the corners glistening as spit began to gather.
Hailee pulled off with a soft, wet pop, only to drag her tongue along the underside from base to tip in one long, dragging stripe. The vein there throbbed under her attention, she traced it with the point of her tongue, flicking teasingly at the frenulum before taking him back in. This time she went further, halfway down, then more, until the head nudged the soft back of her throat. Eli groaned deep in his chest, fingers flexing in her hair, not really pulling, just anchoring himself as she held there for a beat, breathing through her nose, letting her throat flutter around him.
When she finally eased back, a thick string of saliva connected her lower lip to his glistening cock. Hailee didn’t wipe it away, instead she used it, stroking him firmly with her right hand, twisting at the head while her left cupped his balls, rolling them gently. Spit dripped in slow, shiny trails down his shaft, coating her fingers, making every pump slick and audible. The car filled with the wet, rhythmic schlick-schlick of her hand and the softer, obscene slurp when she dove back down.
She varied the pace now, fast, shallow bobs that focused on the sensitive head, then long, slow descents that took him deeper each time. On one particularly deep thrust, her nose brushed his pubic bone, she gagged softly, throat convulsing, but didn’t pull off. Instead she held, eyes watering slightly, then swallowed around him once, twice, the muscles rippling in a way that made Eli’s head fall back against the seat with a choked “Fuck.”
Hailee moaned in response, long, needy, the sound muffled around his cock. Eli thighs tensed, abs contracting under his shirt. She pulled back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You taste so good,” she murmured, barely audible over the engine hum, before sucking him back in with renewed hunger.
I had to force my eyes back to the road. Every red light was agony, thirty seconds of stolen glances in the mirror, her head bobbing steadily now, cheeks flushed, hair falling forward in messy strands that Eli gently tucked behind her ear. His hand guided without forcing, fingers threaded through the lengths, occasionally tightening when she did something particularly devastating with her tongue. Spit had dripped down to his balls, her hand worked the base in tight, twisting strokes while her mouth focused higher, lips sealed, tongue relentless.
She edged him like that for what felt like forever, bringing him close, then slowing, pulling off to kiss and lick the shaft, tracing every vein, sucking gently on the head until pre-cum beaded again and she lapped it up with kittenish flicks. Eli’s breathing had turned ragged, low curses spilled from him in between groans. “Shit... just like that... fuck, Hailee...”
At one point she took him all the way again, nose to pelvis, throat working around him in slow paced swallows. She held longer this time, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she didn’t break. When she finally pulled off, gasping, a thick rope of spit and pre-cum stretched between her lips and his cock before snapping. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at him, wrecked and proud, then dove back down for one final, sloppy series of bobs, fast, wet, noisy, until his hips stuttered and he gripped her hair tighter.
“Not yet,” Hailee whispered, pulling off completely with a final, teasing suck on the head. “I want to feel you inside me first.”
Eli exhaled, head lolling back. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Hailee sat up slowly then, lips puffy and shiny, chin glistening, eyes dark and glassy when they met mine in the rearview. She licked her lips once, tasting him, then gave me that small, wicked smile. “Come on, babe.”
We pulled into our driveway moments later. The porch light was the only illumination. Hailee slid out first, dress still hiked high on her thighs, hair mussed from his fingers. Eli followed, adjusting himself with a wince, cock still visibly thick against his jeans. I killed the engine, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.
To Be Continued
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