A/N: Still with me?

For you who are interested, my Peter is Charlie Hunnam =)

Sorry for the late update, but my characters refused to listen to me.

Again, mostly unbetad except for the help from some nice people on Twitter.

All recognizable characters belong to S.M. I'm just giving them something to do.

Chapter 2

Peter

"I don't want to be here."

The extremely horrible club music pounded in my head, and I had to tighten my grip on the glass with rum and coke in my hand to keep from covering my ears.

I sipped my drink, a fake smile plastered on my face, pretending that I wasn't seconds away from banging my head against the sticky tabletop in front of me until I passed out.

In my black, skinny jeans and white v-neck I stuck out like a sore thumb amongst Jennifer and her friends. Their short skirts, barely there tops and handkerchief-sized dresses covered less than my underwear and made me look like a nun in comparison. Which, to be honest, I was more than okay with.

The guys at the club reeked of too much cologne, sweat and desperation. None of them could hold a candle to my dream lovers. I wondered, not for the first time, if they'd ruined me for other men.

The girls stumbled off to the dance floor, cackling drunkenly, to look for that lucky someone to take home, already asking themselves if he would still be there when they woke up.

I swallowed down the bitter taste of envy with what was left in my glass. My dream lovers, although always leaving me satisfied, never stuck around beyond the morning light.

From the corner of my eye I saw a Drunk, Sweaty Dude - number seventeen of the evening, apparently nuns were a huge turn-on, who knew? - heading my way.

He sauntered over to me, looking as if he believed himself to be God's gift to women. His blue shirt had large dark stains underneath his armpits and he smelled faintly of vomit and peppermint.

"Please, kill me now!"

"Hi!" he shouted into my ear to be heard above the noise coming out of the cracked speakers, "Would you like to dance?"

I didn't bother to hide my eye roll, "No thanks."

"Well, can I buy you a drink?" he persisted.

"No thanks, I'm good!" I shouted and turned my back to him.

DSD did not take the hint. "How about we sit and talk then, in case you change your mind?"

This time I didn't stop myself from banging my forehead against the tabletop.

"I really don't want to be here."

I got home from work and discovered a package with a note attached to it waiting for me on my bed.

There was no sender, but I knew immediately who it was from.

I read it out loud, "The perfect outfit for going dancing and get picked up by a stranger," at the bottom of the note was the address of a club downtown, and the instruction to be there at ten pm.

A shiver of excitement ran up my spine as I opened the box and took out a short, strapless black dress and a pair of black, five inch, fuck-me pumps. I wasn't surprised that there was no underwear. He always expected me to go without when we played our little games.

The cab pulled up outside of the club at ten pm on the dot. I smiled at the bouncer as he waved me through, checked my jacket and went straight for the bar.

I hadn't seen him yet, but I knew he was around there somewhere, I could feel his eyes watching me.

I ordered a rum and coke, and decided to tease him into approaching me.

Licking my lips I closed them around the straw and hollowed my cheeks, bobbing my head slowly up and down, but aside from attracting unwanted attention from actual strangers, nothing happened.

After two drinks I gave up and strode over to the dance floor.

I moved to the rhythm of the music, my hands in my hair, twisting my fingers in the silky strands, lifting it from my neck, while ignoring the other people around me. I probably should've felt ridiculous dancing by myself, but I didn't, because I wasn't.

Incredibly turned on, the insides of my thighs wet from my own juices as I was dancing for him and I could feel his gaze caressing every inch of my body. Imagining my hands were his I closed my eyes and palmed my tits, barely covered by the dress, and moaned quietly as my already stiff nipples scraped against the thin fabric.

I felt the heat of his energy even before the intoxicating scent of peanut butter reached my nose, but the hands that grabbed my hips from in front of me belonged to someone else.

My eyes snapped open and I glared at the slimy DSD that leered at me with hooded eyes. I was just about to give him a piece of my mind for daring to put his hands on me, but the man behind me beat me to it.

"Get your filthy hands off her," he snarled menacingly. "Before I tear your arms from your body and beat you to death with them."

The DSD paled and backed up, arms up in front of him. After a few steps he turned and ran in the direction of the doors.

I grinned as I reached behind me and felt the cold, hard chest of the man I was there to see. "Hi Peter, how good of you to drop by." I knew I broke character by using his name, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

"Fuck babe," he snickered. "I can't even leave you alone for five minutes?"

Hands were placed on my hips again, the right ones this time, pulling me firmly against his body.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave me alone then," I replied teasingly.

We moved together to the rhythm of the music, his erection pressing against my scantily clad ass. His hands moved from my hips to my thighs, around to the small of my back and down to palm my cheeks. My heart rate sped up and I started breathing faster when he pushed up my dress and I groaned when I felt the rough fabric of his jeans against my naked skin.

Because of my heels we were almost the same height, perfectly aligning his cock exactly where I wanted him.

"I could fuck you right here on the dance floor, just by popping a few buttons," Peter growled, his icy lips against the shell of my ear. "And you wouldn't stop me."

I didn't bother denying it, we both knew he was right.

"Uh…" I moaned, trembling as his talented fingers traced my slit, the pad of his thumb rubbing my throbbing clit.

I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from screaming and draw attention to what he was doing to me, but as I looked at the other people on the dance floor I realized that everyone were practically dry humping their partners, and no one was looking our way.

"Would you?" he asked me, his deep, husky voice sending shivers all over me. "Would you stop me?"

The fingers of his left hand dug into my hip, as his right kept stroking my slippery flesh, I was panting so hard that I couldn't get a single word passed my lips. "Uh…."

"Tell me!" he hissed, tightening his grip as the same time he pushed two fingers inside of me.

"No!" I shouted, already on the brink of my first orgasm. "No, I wouldn't stop you."

I was shaking hard, so close to coming that I struggled to breathe.

"Good," he crooned and thrust into me.

Peter's hand flew up to cover my mouth and I screamed his name against the cool marble as my inner muscles clenched around him.

He waited until my breathing slowed before moving inside of me with small, rocking motions. "Fuck babe, your pussy feels fucking incredible," he grunted.

I leant my head back against his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. "Please…" I gasped. "Harder…I need…"

"Can't…not yet…"

I sobbed, frustrated. The teasing way he barely pulled out before thrusting back inside of me, was driving me crazy.

Peter parted my legs slightly, using his knees. Rolling his hips he found a new angle, hitting a spot that caused me to cry out.

"Yeah," he rasped. "That's it, babe. Come one more time for me. I love it when your pussy squeezes my cock."

I couldn't tell if it was my body's reaction to the new angle, his words or a combination of both, but I came undone as soon as he stopped speaking and went limp in his arms.

Peter pumped into me twice, stilled and let out a long moan.

He whipped me around, pulled me against his broad muscular chest, tangled his long fingers in my hair and crushed his lips to mine in a bruising kiss before I had the chance to catch my breath. "Fuck babe," he grinned against my mouth. "That was so fucking hot."

I frowned at him, fighting to keep the glare from breaking into a smile, but failed completely, "You're crazy, you know that," I giggled.

"Aww, babe" he widened his eyes and pushed out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, feigning innocence. "Don't tell me you didn't like it?"

Rolling my eyes at him, because he was right even though I'd never admit it, I ignored his question.

Peter smirked knowingly, his crimson eyes shone with humor as he gave me a 'you know you want me' look.

It was true. He was gorgeous with his sun kissed, shaggy, straight, dirty blonde hair that reached the collar of his dark blue demin jacket, his square chin and jaw covered with a short, neatly trimmed beard. At almost six feet tall, he was several inches taller than me, his broad, defined chest was sadly covered by a simple white t-shirt and to top it off he wore low slung, broken in jeans, a shade or two lighter than his jacket and a pair of worn sneakers. How could I not want him?

Licking my bottom lip I gave him a sly glance through me lashes and saw with delight how his eyes darkened to black. "Um… I should probably head home…" I hesitated deliberately. "See you around sometime…I guess…" I turned my back to him to hide my smile as I started for the exit.

His fingers were wrapped around my wrist before I could take another step, "Hell no, babe. You're not going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet."

I quirked one eyebrow, "Is that so?"

He grinded against my hips and I widened my eyes when I felt his erection. "Jeez, already?"

"You wanted me to fuck you hard," he whispered close to my ear, "so I'm going to fuck you hard."

His teeth grazed my lobe and I whimpered, both from the thrill it sent through my body straight to my core, and from the words he spoke.

Before I had the chance to say either yes or no he hurried to the bathrooms, dragging me along after him.

He pulled me in to the nearest bathroom, picked me up and me pushed up against the wall as soon as the stall door closed behind us. He pushed down the top of my dress and quickly latched on to one of my nipples, while circling the other with his thumb.

I whimpered and hit the back of my head against the wall with a dull thud.

I wrapped my legs around Peter's waist and grabbed ahold of the soft strands on the back of his head, pushing his face harder against my tit.

His eyes were hungry when he lifted his head to look at me. "Hard, was it?"

I held my breath as I felt the head of his cock nudge at my opening and exhaled loudly as he thrust his hips forward and slid in to me. "Peter," I moaned as he started moving.

"Shit!" He groaned as he pounded into me. "Your pussy feels so tight, babe." He buried his face in my hair, licking, nibbling, and sucking his way along my neck, stopping when he came to my pulse.

"I want to bite you…here," he sucked the skin over my pulse in between his teeth. "But not tonight."

The pain from his fingers digging in to my ribs melted away as my walls started to tighten around him. "Peter," I sobbed, "I-I…I'm coming…"

"You have to…remember…" Peter growled as I exploded around him.

I bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily. "Remember what?" I asked the empty room. "Peter? As if I can ever forget either one of them."

A/N: Before you ask: No, Bella didn't fall asleep at the club. She went home and went to sleep in her own bed, I just didn't feel like writing that part.

I'm going away on a mini trip with the family on Thursday, to celebrate our second wedding anniversary. We'll be home on Sunday.

Since I'm not allowed to bring my laptop next chapter will sadly be late as well

DSD – Drunk, Sweaty Dude

Next chapter: Jasper on the pool table, unless of course, he has other ideas.