Grease and Cunt - Chapter 2: The Tease | Free Erotic Story

The dive bar was a haze of cigarette smoke and cheap whiskey, the kind of place where secrets stuck to the walls like grime. Lila sat at a high-top table, nursing a gin and tonic, the ice clinking against the glass as she shifted in her seat. The sundress from earlier was gone, swapped for a tight black skirt and a sleeveless top that clung to her tits, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric. She’d told herself it was for comfort in the muggy night air, but the truth was dirtier—she wanted Damien to see her like this, to imagine fucking her senseless. Mara slid into the chair across from her, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, a smirk playing on her lips. “You look like you’re hunting tonight,” she said, sipping her beer. “What’s the prey?” Lila rolled her eyes, but her pussy gave a little throb, betraying her. “Just here to unwind,” she lied, scanning the room. And then she saw him—Damien, leaning against the bar, a bottle dangling from his fingers. His jeans were snug, that same bulge taunting her, his cock outlined like a promise. He caught her staring, and his lips twitched into that damn smirk again. “Unwind, huh?” Mara followed her gaze, then laughed. “Oh, shit. The mechanic? You’re dripping for him already, aren’t you?” “Shut up,” Lila muttered, but her cheeks flushed, and her cunt was wet, the dampness seeping into her thong. She crossed her legs, the pressure on her clit making her bite back a moan. Damien pushed off the bar and sauntered over, all slow swagger and dark eyes. He stopped at their table, close enough that Lila could smell him—motor oil and musk, a scent that made her vagina clench. “Evening, ladies,” he said, voice rough. His gaze locked on Lila, sliding down to her skirt, like he could see her pussy pulsing beneath it. “Hey, grease monkey,” Mara teased, leaning back. “You here to fix something else tonight?” He chuckled, but his attention stayed on Lila. “Maybe,” he said, then leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “That skirt’s tight as fuck. Makes me wonder how wet you are under there.” Her breath caught, her clit swelling against her soaked thong. She turned her head, their faces inches apart, and grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she shot back, uncrossing her legs. She spread her thighs just enough—a dare, an invitation—her skirt riding up to flash the barest hint of her inner thigh. His eyes darkened, dropping to her lap. She swore she saw his cock twitch in his jeans, the bulge growing, his balls probably tightening with want. He didn’t touch her, though—not yet. Instead, he dragged a finger along the edge of the table, then brushed it against her thigh, a featherlight graze that sent a jolt straight to her cunt. “I’d bet you’re dripping,” he murmured, loud enough for only her to hear. “Bet that pussy’s begging for my dick.” Lila’s nipples hardened, poking through her top, and she fought the urge to grab his hand and shove it between her legs. “Keep dreaming,” she said, voice shaky, but her body screamed otherwise—her vagina ached, slick and empty, her clit throbbing like a drumbeat. Mara snorted, watching them like it was a damn show. “Get a room, you two. Or at least let me watch.” Damien straightened, smirking at Mara before turning back to Lila. “Your friend’s got a point,” he said, then stepped back, leaving her panting, her thighs slick with arousal. “See you around, Voss.” He walked off, his ass tight in those jeans, and Lila gripped her glass so hard she thought it might crack. Her pussy was a mess—wet, pulsing, desperate for his cock to fill it. She shifted, rubbing her thighs together, but it only made her clit ache more. “Holy fuck, Lila,” Mara said, grinning. “You’re gonna climb him like a tree, aren’t you?” “Shut up,” Lila snapped again, but she couldn’t deny it. She watched Damien disappear into the crowd, his words echoing in her head—wet you are under there—and knew she was fucked. Not literally—not yet—but her body was screaming for it, her cunt dripping, her mind spinning with images of his thick dick splitting her open. She downed her drink, the burn doing nothing to cool the heat between her legs. He’d left her hanging, and she hated him for it. Hated him, and wanted him to fuck her raw until she couldn’t walk. She’d see him again, she decided. And next time, she wouldn’t let him walk away so easy.