**Title: Sweat and Moans in the Janitor’s Closet**

I met her at the rave, this wild-eyed, neon-painted girl with a body that looked like it was designed to make men stupid. Tight crop top, tiny shorts that barely covered her ass, and legs that went on forever. We’d been grinding on each other for what felt like hours, hips moving to the bass, her ass pressing back against my cock every time she rolled into me. I was rock hard, and she knew it—every smirk she threw over her shoulder told me she was loving the power.

Then she grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the crowd, her fingers tight and insistent. “Follow me,” she purred, and I did, because hell, who wouldn’t? We weaved through the sweaty bodies until she shoved open the door to a dim, cramped janitor’s closet. The second the door clicked shut behind us, she was on me, hands sliding up my chest as she pushed me back against the shelves.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” she breathed, her lips grazing mine. “Time to pay up.”

I didn’t need another invitation. My hands found her waist, gripping tight as I pulled her against me, our bodies slotted together in the tight space. The closet smelled like bleach and sweat, the air thick with heat. She moaned when I ground my cock against her, the thin fabric of her shorts doing nothing to hide how wet she was.

I slid a hand between us, fingers tracing the soaked fabric at her pussy. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” I growled, rubbing slow circles over her clit through the damp material. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her hips jerked against my fingers. “Want my cock instead?”

Her answer was to hook her thumbs into her shorts and shove them down, kicking them off with one leg. She reached for my jeans next, undoing them fast, her fingers curling around my dick the second it sprang free. “Yes,” she hissed, stroking me from base to tip, her thumb swiping over the head just to feel the wetness there.

I wasn’t wasting time. I spun her around, pressing her front against the shelves, her ass jutting out toward me. The space was so tight, her back arched just to fit, her tits pressed against the metal. I ran my hands over her ass, spreading her cheeks just enough to see how slick and pink her pussy looked, already glistening.

I lined myself up, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance, and she whined, pushing back impatiently. “Stop fucking around,” she demanded, and I laughed, gripping her hips and slamming into her in one stroke.

Her whole body jerked forward as I filled her, her cunt clenching tight around me like she hadn’t expected me to go that deep. “Oh fuck,” she moaned, her voice shaking as I bottomed out. “You feel so fucking good.”

I didn’t give her time to adjust. The second she started rocking back into me, I pulled out and thrust back in hard, setting a rough pace right away. The room was so small, every sound was amplified—the slap of skin, her sharp gasps, the wet noise of my cock driving in and out of her drenched pussy. She was tight, her walls gripping me like she was trying to milk me dry already.

One of my hands slid around her hip, fingers finding her clit as I fucked her. She shuddered, her moans turning into little cries as I rubbed fast circles right where she needed it. “That’s it,” I muttered, my own breath coming rough. “Gonna make you come on my cock.”

Her thighs trembled, her whole body tensing before she let out a broken scream, her pussy pulsing around me as she came. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it until she was clawing at the shelves, begging me to slow down.

I didn’t.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her still as my thrusts got sloppier, my balls tightening. “You want me to come inside you?” I growled against her ear, and she nodded fast, her voice wrecked when she answered.

“Yes, fuck, yes—”

I buried myself deep, groaning as I emptied into her, my cock twitching as I filled her up. She whimpered, her walls still fluttering around me as I rocked lazily through the last waves of my orgasm.

When I finally pulled out, we were both breathing hard, sweat sticking our skin together in the cramped heat. She turned to face me, her lips curling into a smirk as she reached down and wiped a bead of cum from her thigh. “Next time,” she said, licking her fingers clean, “we find a bigger closet.”

I laughed, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a messy kiss. “Or we don’t.”

She grinned against my mouth, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time.