Author's note: hey! I would like to thank anyone who's been reading this! i love knowing that in 2021 there are people as obsessed with Duncney as I am! I am still trying to figure out this website hahaha so I just found out how to post an author's note in the beginning. Also, disclaimer: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEX! I'm sorry if you read that without the disclaimer I'm still kinda confused. Hope you like it 3

Chapter 2 – King and Queen of the weekend

But my hips have missed your hips

So let's get to know the kicks

Will you sway with me? Go astray with me? (Ah-ha)

Meeting Duncan in a club three years after their break up wasn't exactly in Courtney's plans for the weekend. She was out celebrating Bridgette's birthday – and even though her boyfriend was a really close friend of Duncan's, they had managed to avoid them meeting for a really long time. By a flaw in their plans, Geoff invited Duncan to his girlfriend's birthday and they were so worried with other details, it didn't occur to them that it would mean the meet up of the exes.

Courtney, as usual, arrived on time. Before Duncan even showed up, she was already five drinks in and extremely loose. When Duncan arrived, she was in the middle of the dance floor, wearing a black crop top and a green sequin skirt, with 5-inch black heels. He noticed her, more beautiful than he could ever remember, and his heart ached.

Her hair was longer, and he instantly thought about grabbing it during an aggressive make out session. She was wearing red lipstick, and he remembered having her soft lips glued to his. The contrast between the softness of her lips and skin and the aggressiveness of her desperate touch drove him insane. The outfit she was wearing and her sensual dancing made it impossible for him not to notice her body. At that moment, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist her.

"Fuck." he said to his blonde friend.

"What, dude?" Geoff replied, already drunk. Duncan signaled for him to look at the dance floor. "Oh. That sucks." Duncan nodded.

"Maybe I should leave." he worried.

"No, duuuuude! Let's get hammered, man. This club is huge, you won't even have to see her again. Don't worry." said Geoff, not really knowing what he was saying.

Duncan nodded, not totally convinced but also not wanting to leave, and they headed to the bar. It didn't take long for him to match the other's level of drunkenness, and for a quick moment he even forgot about Courtney, chatting and laughing with the guys. When Geoff suggested they moved to the dance floor, Duncan didn't even remember she was there.

But then, she saw him.

Courtney stood frozen on the dance floor. Seeing Duncan made her senses dizzy. She wasn't listening to the music or to the words of her friends. Her body shivered and her mouth was suddenly dry, but she couldn't take his eyes off of him.

He had ditched the green mohawk, but still had all his piercings. He was wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his tattoos, black jeans and his traditional converses. Then, he saw her. He swallowed and clenched his fists with anxiety.

The alcohol prevented them from thinking too much, and in no time, they were standing in front of each other. They stared at each other, holding a surprised look.

Courtney's shock quickly turned into anger. "What the hell are you doing here?" She challenged him.

"Same as you, sweetheart. Enjoying my friend's birthday."

"Don't you fucking dare call me that. Ugh, I knew this night was too good to be true. Now get out of my face." she tried to push him away.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't recall you being the boss of me." he smirked. "Since when do you tell me what to do? That's right, you don't get to tell me what to do ever again, ever since you left without telling me why and never let me reach you again." he blurted out.

"Ugh! You're still so annoying." she was fighting back tears. They were screaming due to the loud music and people were starting to notice.

"Didn't think you would care about what I think." he stepped forward and started getting in her personal space.

"You're still the same annoying, immature neanderthal you've always been." She stepped forward too, getting competitive. Being competitive was second nature to Courtney and it made Duncan so hot.

"Fuck. I hate you." he said. But his body betrayed his words, because every time she got competitive he just wanted to rip her clothes off – he bit his lip, picturing her naked under him.

"Well I hate you even more!" she threw her hands up. Her eyes told the truth, though, shifting from a lethal glare into his eyes to a lustful glance at his lips.

That fight quickly came to an end, because in a matter of seconds, as soon as he noticed her stare shift from his eyes to his mouth, Duncan put his hands on Courtney's neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

Courtney immediately melted into his kiss. Their lips were locked and their hands were gripping at each other' clothes as if they were holding on for life. As if they couldn't go a moment without kissing each other. As if they urged for each other's touch as much as they urged for air. Their friends stared at them, completely shocked – this is good gossip material.

"I bet you five bucks they're together by the end of the week." said Bridgette, offering her hand.

"I'll take that. No way he'll take her back after what she did." Geoff shook her hand.

"I hate you so much." Duncan said, against her lips, and kissed her again, earning a small moan from her.

"I hate you even more."

Courtney felt someone poke her on the shoulder. It was Bridgette.

"I think you two can't do that here." What they were doing started to get too dirty for a public place. Courtney looked worried, not wanting to miss out on her friend's birthday, but the blonde laughed, seeing her best friend struggle to keep a straight face under the punk's touch. "Just go, it's fine." Courtney smiled and waved goodbye.

As Courtney dragged Duncan out of the club into a cab, they still couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They were basically giving the cab driver a free show – and even though their clothes didn't come off, their touch was getting more heated. Courtney was on top of Duncan in the backseat of the cab, slowly rocking her hips against his, while his hands trailed over her body. Her thighs, her ass, her waist, her breasts – he outlined her figure with his hands, savoring the moment like he was taking drugs after years of abstinence.

King and Queen of the weekend

Ain't a pill that could touch our rush

They got out of the cab and it took Courtney three tries to get the key inside the lock, because Duncan wouldn't let go of her. They entered the apartment a little after 2 a.m.

As soon as she opened the door and got them inside, Duncan pinned her against that door, holding both her hands above her head, earning a quiet moan from Courtney, who bit her lip in anticipation. He traced a path from her needy lips to her ear, when he bit her earlobe, slowly kissed and nibbled on the side of her neck. He repeated his movements going up on the left side of her neck and moaned on her left ear. He felt her become weak on the knees and he couldn't help but smile.

Courtney's mind went numb. She didn't remember the last time she was that turned on, and she couldn't wait to rip his clothes off.

He let go of one of her hands and held her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip, while staring deeply into her eyes. She trembled under his touch and tried to reach forward and kiss him, but he backed down a few inches, smirking. Courtney moaned in frustration.

She wouldn't let him make her weak and not try to get him putty in her hands back, so she took his teasing thumb in her mouth and sucked on it while maintaining eye contact. Duncan moaned – he couldn't help but picture her mouth someplace else.

Courtney took advantage of that moment of weakness and pulled Duncan's shirt over his head, exposing his body. His really, really hot body, she thought. As she spent a moment devouring him with her eyes, she scratched his torso with her nails, which made Duncan throw his head back with pleasure. Duncan took Courtney's crop top off and practically threw her on the bed.

She unbuckled his belt and he unzipped her skirt, and soon enough pants were off and shoes were thrown to the corner of the room.

He interlocked their fingers and kissed her neck, biting and nibbling occasionally, coming down to her collarbones. At that point, Courtney was breathing heavily and moaning whenever Duncan hit a sensitive spot. He lifted her body just enough so he could take her bra off, and let himself stop and take a good look at his girl.

She was beautiful. Of course he knew that already, but he loved seeing her even more. Everything about her was beautiful. The colour of her skin, the way her collarbones showed, her breasts – he could stare at them for hours – were the perfect size to fit in his hands, and her tiny waist – it all tied together, and for him, she was perfect.

Courtney blushed at the sudden stop and at the staring, but couldn't help that he blew up her ego so much. He didn't even have to tell her she was beautiful, his eyes gave it away. The lingerie she was wearing – a matching set with black lace – highlighted her beauty. That moment ended with Duncan lowering himself so that his mouth was at the same level as Courtney's breasts, and taking her right nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly as the new feeling made her shiver from head to toes. Her left breast was being handled by his hand, as he was squeezing it and pinching her nipple, and switching sides.

At that point, she was so aroused she could barely react. She knew her moaning was getting louder and faster, and she was so immersed in the moment she didn't even care if someone heard her.

Duncan moved his hand down and looked at Courtney, as if asking for permission. She nodded, and he was happy to see the damage he caused – her underwear was soaking wet.

He played with her over the cloth and looked at her squirming under his touch.

"Fuck, Duncan," she said, eager and impatient. "Please."

He smiled and took her underwear off. He inserted one finger inside her, and went in and out slowly. The heavier he saw her breathing become, the faster he went. She rolled her eyes and moaned, louder with each stroke. Then he inserted a second finger, and Courtney was already gripping the sheets.

Without a warning, Courtney felt his tongue on her pussy, and for her it was another level of pleasure. The feeling was impossible to describe and she knew she would come very soon. Duncan kept his fingers inside her, making a "come here" motion, and circling her clit with his tongue. She was in heaven, and her toes were curling in pleasure. She wanted to explode in his mouth, and yet she didn't want it to end so soon.

That felt amazing to Duncan as well. She tasted sweet and he wanted to eat her out for breakfast, lunch and dinner everyday. He also didn't want it to end, so the first time he felt like she was going to cum, he stopped, with her right on edge.

She screamed in frustration, and Duncan laughed.

"Oh, you want to cum?" he smiled, thrusting two fingers in and out of her, painfully slow. When she didn't respond, with her moans cutting her at every word. "Speechless?"

When she tried to answer again he attacked her with his tongue again, and once again she was trembling with pleasure. Her breath was so short, her moans were coming out silent. He sped up, putting her on edge a second time, and stopping right before her orgasm.

"Duncan if you don't make me cum right now I'm actually going to ki–" before she could finish her threat, he took a long lick from the bottom to the top of her pussy, and focused on her clit. "OH MY GOD" she screamed in pleasure. Something about making her angry and a slightly murderous turned Duncan on more than he would like to admit.

On the third time she was on edge, he felt her start contracting and her legs started shaking, and he kept her pace until she came, hard and strong, making her juices run over the side of his face

"Oh, oh, oh fuck. Oh Duncan." she moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure as her orgasm hit her. "Yes!" she said, in a quiet scream. Hearing her call out his name in pleasure was the best sound Duncan had ever heard – he wished he could record it and listen to it every day of his life.

After she came, Duncan came up and kissed her, putting her hair behind her ear, caring and tenderly. She smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head against Duncan's chest, while recovering.

"You taste amazing, you know?" He put one hand on the side of her neck and pulled her in, kissing her neck, going up and biting her earlobe.

Courtney, fresh from her orgasm, was already turned on again – she knew she had to make him roll his eyes in pleasure just like he did to her. She got on top of him and pinned his hands over his head, rocking her hips back and forth on top of his. His underwear was the only piece of clothing in between them – it was too stimulating for him to ignore, but he needed more. He lifted his hips up to meet with hers in hope she would stop torturing him.

He knew he was strong enough to get out of her grip, but there was something extremely sexy about having her on top of him, teasing him.

That brought back a good memory. Sex was the only time both Courtney and Duncan were comfortable giving up control for a moment, and submitting to each other's needs. Like everything in their relationship, sex was a battle, but they both won, every single time. And that night, there was only that good feeling. No fighting, no arguing, no battling for control. Only intimacy, connection, pleasure.

When Duncan groaned in frustration, Courtney lowered herself and took off his underwear, exposing his enlarged member, hard as a rock. She stared into his eyes, smirked and put it entirely inside her mouth. Duncan moaned loudly and grabbed the sheets, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Courtney kept working her lips and tongue around his dick, picking up speed and using her hand. In no time, she felt his cock pulsating against her tongue and he said "Courtney, I'm gonna– Oh."

His own moans cut his sentence off, but Duncan didn't want to cum just now. He sat up, grabbed Courtney's hair and said "Stop." she looked at him, confused, and he took that chance to sit up and flip her over, putting one hand on her throat and the other on her ass. The way he looked at her was so lustful it was almost predatory.

Duncan teased Courtney by rubbing the tip of his dick on her dripping hole. He enjoyed seeing her squirming under his touch, trying to get him to slide further into her, but he was aching to be inside her as well. She noticed it in his eyes and pointed to her nightstand, saying "First drawer."

He opened it and got a condom out. "Don't move." he said, while putting it on, not wanting her to take over control.

Duncan slowly slid his dick inside her, taking his time to enjoy that moment they hadn't enjoyed for over three years, and stopped. He moved the hand on her throat to the side of her neck, while caressing her cheek with his thumb and looking straight into her eyes.

He knew he had to memorize her. He was scared that might be the last time he had her in his arms, so he took his time to memorize the way she looked, how she smelled, how soft her skin felt against his. Then, he kissed her. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of their heartbeats. They didn't move.

Duncan broke the kiss and touched her forehead with his, intertwining their fingers. Then, he fucked her. He fucked her like it was the last thing he would do in his life. He found in her the chemistry, passion and pleasure no one night stand could ever give to him. There was a spot on his heart that belonged to Courtney, and his body felt it as well.

Courtney felt it too. She didn't sleep around often, but any time she would go home with a guy the experience would be somewhere between bad and decent. With Duncan, it was different. It was like every single hateful word they ever said to each other was translated into a sexual tension that set her body on fire. Nobody did it like him. Nobody made her feel that way. Nobody made her orgasm that hard.

And everything was even more intense given the intimate way he was touching her. And that's not about the sex. Any two consenting people can have sex. But the fingers intertwining, the longing stares and the delicate kisses portrayed a message that wasn't just lust. It was something else – something she wasn't ready to name yet.

They fucked for hours, devouring each other's bodies and telling each other they had been missing that without words. It was after their third orgasm of the night, when Courtney had her legs over Duncan's shoulders, while he fucked her mercilessly, that they stopped and fell each to one side of the bed.

But as they lied down side by side, exhausted, one thought crossed Courtney's mind before drifting off to sleep

But what will we do when we're sober?