Second submission for CocktoberFest on Tumblr. Enjoy!

The streets of New Orleans were light up like a kaleidoscope, beaded necklaces flashing and refracting a million different colors, blinding her. Her whole world is spinning just a little, the buzz of the alcohol thrumming through her veins, lending a pleasant tint to everything happening. Hot bodies press against her as she tugs her friend over to another bar, music seeping out from under the door, a woman with tattoos and tartan skirts and clanging jewelry ushering them inside.

The walls are a deep red, almost black in the dim light. The pulse of the music crawls up from the soles of her feet and into her heart, bouncing in her bones and making them ache needly. Emma pushes her way to the bar, orders a whiskey sour and downs it in a few seconds, catching the eye of the man next to her still trying to get the barkeeps attention. She looks at him and finds herself caught in eyes as blue as the hottest part of a flame framed by thick, dark lashes. She smiles a little sloppily and he smiles back, dimples popping in his stubbled cheeks.

"I'm Killian," he shouts over the thrum of the music, leaning ever so slightly closer to her on the bar. Emma slides her hand up his forearm, fingers curling around his bicep, squeezing softly then grazing her nails back down. Her hair falls in golden waves around them as she brings her lips up to his ear - the spark of a burgundy earring - and whispers her name back to him. He shivers and she grins wolfishly.

There's a little voice still in the back of her mind telling her she shouldn't do this, Ruby is waiting somewhere in the crowd to find her again, move on to another spot, another scene. A larger voice is chanting how long it's been since she's found release and she relents. They dance, bodies sliding against one another fervently, hands gripping and sliding, pulling at clothes and squeezing at hips and asses. Her head falls back into the crook of his neck and she feels the pulling, the electric hiss of his teeth grazing against her, lips sucking and biting to mark. She turns around and slides a hand through his dark messy hair, sweat trailing between them as she stretches up and captures his lips with hers. Killian responds enthusiastically, fingers anchored on her ass, pulling her as close as possible, lifting her up and into the erection straining against his weathered jeans.

They make their way out of the club and down the street, laughing the entire way as they stumbled into alleyways to steal more kisses, feel more of the other's skin against their skin. They find a secluded area of the Quarter behind a shop selling witchcraft, the humid night air clinging to their flesh. Her top falls off, his buttons pop away and she feels like she's falling. She grinds against him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he hisses in her ear, "so good, luv." Lips pull at lips, scalp burning from the tug, teeth clanging against one another in silly drunken movements that have her laughing into his mouth. She hasn't felt this light in a long time, hasn't had someone make her laugh as he tries to fuck her in forever. He makes jokes, nips playfully at her nose, hands trailing to her waist to tickle her quickly. He pulls away far too quickly and she feels the cold seep in, her body following his on instinct. She whines.

"Not just yet, darling. I want to take my time with you." He trails kisses along her jaw to the juncture just beneath her ear. She tugs at his arms and he smiles down at her charmingly. "Would you like to come back to my room with me?"

Her smile is genuine, luminous. "Yes," falls from her cherry kisses lips like a promise and they stumble out of the alley and into the night.

Through the crowds of revelers they find his hotel, bursting into the room and falling on the bed. Their clothes discarded, Killian settles himself between her legs and devours her. His fingers grip her thighs so tightly she's sure they'll leave purple little grapes of bruises. She feels like a meal, like he's a starving man and she's the lifeline he's found. He's talented with his tongue, dipping and sucking and twirling around her clit. He pumps two fingers into her as she oozes around him, quivers and lifts and fights like a bull as the pleasure rushes through her. As she comes down she realizes she'd put his head in a death lock between her legs. She looses them, let's them fall to either side as he looks up at her in satisfaction, chin and lips glistening. Her heart flips at the sight. He is completely debauched, hair in disarray, tongue flicking away the excess juices, eyes blazing at her, cheeks flushed just a little. The flash of his burgundy earring again as it dances back and forth. He crawls up her, kisses a line from her left hip to her right breast, massaging and kneading as he goes.

When he reaches her eye level, he leans in, lips brushing lips teasingly. "Say my name."

She huffs at him, tries to flip them to no avail. He has her trapped beneath him between his strong arms. She searches her memory for a moment, the hazy details lifting up to the surface softly. "Killian, please."

His mouth crashes onto hers and she tastes herself, the musky flavor mixed with just a little spice, sweet and needy and swift. She moans into him, pushes up and over. His back to the mattress, she wiggles her hips over his pleading cock. It twitches and he groans almost painfully as she slides back and forth, not letting him enter, lips sucking on his dark nipples. His dark chest hair scratches against her sensitive tits as she moves, swinging over and over again like twin pendulums. He stops her movements and thrusts up desperately, sliding into her in one elegant twist.

The moan is ripped from her throat unexpectedly, the fullness of her cunt pulsing around his hot member. He makes small, rigid pumps up into her, still just a tease, the veins straining on the sides of his neck with the effort. She leans forward and kisses him softly, tells him to let her take over, just let her move for them and he settles back, relaxes just enough that she trusts he won't move.

Emma turns around and lowers herself back onto him, nails digging into his upper thighs as she bops up and down. His grip is so deliciously painful, just the right pressure to urge her to go faster, harder. She hears his grunts and moans, deep and masculine behind her, sending shocks straight to her throbbing clit. The pleasure coils tighter inside her.

He sits up and she falls forwards onto her elbows. He doesn't pull out, only leans over her as her ass sticks up in the air, pumping in and out frantically. One hand slides toward and grips a breast, fingers twisting her nipple almost painfully, the coil tightening and tightening and tightening. He's so deep she feels like he might just come out the other side, her every nerve snapping with his rough onslaught. It builds and builds and she screams his name, tears slipping from her eyes from the intensity of it, but he's not done. She lies there, muscles limp as he continues to chase his own high in earnest. She feels thoroughly used and wanted and she loves every moment, loves the hot breath on her spine, on the bruises forming on her skin, on the long, deep groan he lets out as he stills deep inside her, pulsing with his own release. She feels him go soft and slip out of her. He pulls her with him, his hand traveling to her clit for one final victory. His touch is feather light, rubbing in wide circles that zero in on her center. She squirms and he holds her tighter, holds her still as he keeps going, pulls a final throbbing climax out of her triumphantly.

Her throat feels raw, her muscles hot and worn, as her eyes close and she falls asleep in the arms of this man. She'll be gone in the morning. It's her way.