SLF: Hi guys! I'm back from the longest hiatus ever, I know. I'm sorry! I have been quite literally drowning in work. It's another tech day (surprise, surprise) so I have a little bit more time to sit down and do nothing. SO I figured I should take this time to try and squeeze something creative out. Wasn't sure if there was going to be a lemon (I've never written one!) but I think it has to be there so here's my best attempt.

P.S. At one point I almost wrote "she snapped the phone shut" then I realized phones don't do that anymore and I felt reeeeeeeally old. 25 feels ANCIENT. Especially when I'm so creaky from the very physical job I work. Old. Oooooooooold!

The party was still going strong when the clock struck one. Courtney was coming down from her infusion of liquid courage and was beginning to feel the full effects of her choice. She was nearly 26, wasn't that a little old to be going home with strange men? She had a big-girl career and her own apartment sans roommate. She wasn't exactly a college co-ed anymore. Sure, she's had her share of wild nights. Having had a steady boyfriend for the past two years, she has certainly fallen out of practice with the dating game and DEFINITELY the hook-up game.

Bridgette was still flying high and was busy chatting up the obnoxious looking fellow in the cowboy hat and pink shirt. Courtney knew she was flirting by the hair twirling and constant giggle penetrating her ears. Someone should tell her that wasn't an attractive noise, but Courtney was feeling too anxious to focus on much else.

She was too far in. It was either go home with the hot, trashy bar tender or never speak to him again and continue with the boring life she currently lived. Even if it was the most awkward, horrible experience ever, it would at least make a great story. Plus, she could tell herself she wasn't quite as boring and straight-laced as she sometimes felt.

She steeled her nerves. She could do this. She looked for him at the bar but she couldn't see him anywhere.

She pulled out her phone and dialed his number. Almost instantly, she heard a phone ring behind and she jumped, whipping around.

"I like a girl who's chomping at the bit."

Duncan was standing right behind her. He looked absurdly attractive in his cliche leather jacket and smirk.

"I was just preparing for you to be late. You seem the type," she snapped back.

"I'll have you know that I always arrive just on time," he winked.

"Ugh could you be any more-" Courtney was cut off by lips on hers.

HOLY FUCK

That was the only thing going through her mind. She completely lost contact with anything not his body. Instantly she felt her heart and her nether region flutter. It was really unbelievably good. It was obscene, porn star good. By the time he pulled away she was breathless, willing, and more than a little wet.

"Your tongue may be sour but, damn you are sweet," Duncan bit the corner of his lip.

"Yeah," Courtney breathed. God, what a stupid response, she chided herself on the inside, You're way better than that. She wanted to snap back in her usual fashion but her brain didn't seem to be controlling her mouth or body anymore. He leaned in and she meant to lean away, she really did. Damnit.

After a breathless, nearly R-rated cab ride Courtney wasn't in need of courage. She just needed Duncan to stay touching her, kissing her. Her body was totally in charge. She hadn't ever felt this level of attraction to someone. This was what it was supposed to be like? This intensity couldn't be the norm, this is what people mean when they describe hooking up as "hot" and "passionate"? She had been completely off when describing her ex as "decent in bed", compared to this he was down ride horrid.

Duncan was a little but more in control. During their hot and heavy makeout session he had quite a nice preview of what he was in for later tonight. He KNEW he could get some of that hellfire out of her. It didn't matter how much of a prude she thought she was. With that temper she just needed the right key. He was willing to bet she had a fair bit of stress pent up in their too. The stressed ones were the best fucks once you got them to unwind. It also helped that she clearly hated his guts. Some solid, pissed off sex was good for the dick.

She was kissing him back, hard. She was running her hands all over his body. She was definitely ready for him. He paid the cab driver, grabbed her by the hand and walked her in. She was giggling and running her hands all over him. Giggling, Jesus who was this girl?

Giggling. Courtney couldn't believe she had reduced herself to giggling. Still, she was just drunk enough on the combination of lingering alcohol and blooming sexual desire to give herself a pass. He was just so fucking sexy. And he knew it. It was infuriating. And hot. Ugh.

Duncan led her into his apartment. Threw his keys on the table and spun her around. He made such a good choice tonight. He was tired of the girls who came easy. Tonight he had hunted his prey. He had worked for it. And the adrenaline rush was so much better.

They were making their way to the bedroom. Courtney knew it, knocking into things on their way trying to stay connected at the mouth. She was ready. God he's going to eat me alive, the thought came unbidden; it wasn't unpleasant. If anything, the idea was thrilling.

He felt the edge of the bed on his back. He smirked against her lips, experimented with sliding his hand into her pants-and was met with no resistance. In fact, she moaned. She was absolutely soaked. A sharp intake of breath, god she was sweet. He felt himself straining against his pants. He slipped a finger inside-and she made a noise that almost ended their night, ahem, prematurely.

Courtney felt him inside her like an ice cap bursting. A sudden, rush of warmth and ache. She wasn't expecting this to be so easy, so natural. She had expected awkward pauses and she got constant stimulation instead. They hadn't spoken since they got into the cab. Not a word. Hard to fight when you're otherwise occupied. He was bringing her closer and closer. She'd be shocked about this tomorrow. She'd never orgasmed from being fingered. Well, not unless she was doing it herself. But tonight might be her night.

Duncan could feel she was close. The muscles tensing and clenching around his digits, begging him to go deeper-faster. He loved turning strong-willed women into mewling, gasping messes. Nothing quite like the power rush from pleasing a woman impossible to please. It's why he always ended up dating such fucking cunts. Making them orgasm was the ultimate victory. And he felt this one's coming fast.

She came. It was whole body, racking convulsions. She gripped him so hard she was sure she bruised him. The sound she made was embarrassingly honest. Loud, submissive, grateful. It was excellent. This is why we can't completely replace men with vibrators, she thought, This right fucking here. It actually made her mad how good he was. She had been shit-talking him all night and it kinda sucked to feel so awesome under his ministrations

Duncan smirked and pulled his fingers out of her. She was absolutely gorgeous when she came. Stunning. He wanted to see it over and over again. And he knew he'd get to see it a couple more times tonight. At least, if she was down for the ride. He hoisted her up so that she could wrap her legs around him. Holding her lithe weight up with one hand, he began to unbutton her dress, making quick work of the garment and revealing the practical lingerie underneath.

"Nude bra?" It was the first words he'd said to her.

Courtney has enough presence of mind to blush,

"I wasn't exactly planning on going home with the bartender."

"Or anyone, clearly."

"God I hate you."

"Good," he stole a kiss, "Fuck me that way."

She gapped at him for a few seconds before he threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her.