Page 5 of Could Be Worse

“This is the best game I’ve ever played with a stranger.”

I smiled victoriously.

As our tongues twisted and teased each other, a zing shot between my legs, nearly making me moan into his hot, ravenous mouth.

It’d been over a year since I’d had sex. He’d been a fellow dancer, and we’d had a little too much wine one night. I couldn’t even remember if I’d enjoyed myself.

I could sure go for an orgasm, one that would release the stress and tension of my imploding life. I bet this guy was spectacular in bed. But I’d never suggest we get a room. I knew nothing about him, other than he was an amazing kisser.

“Here we are, lovebirds.” The bartender set our beers and my cheese curds on the bar, rudely interrupting our make-out session. “Let me know if I can get you anything else.”

“Thanks,” we said in unison and pulled apart.

“I guess our performance was believable.” He jerked his chin at the gaping woman across from us.

“I think so. And the bartender called us lovebirds.” I inhaled a deep breath and blew it out, fanning myself. “You’re very good at this game.”

“So are you.” He lifted his beer toward me. “Cheers to a stimulating performance.”

“Cheers to you too.” I clinked my mug to his and gulped the refreshing liquid. Phew! I was so turned on, my panties were wet. Stimulating indeed…

2

Bryce

If this gorgeous brunette could see my crotch right now, I’d be humiliated, sporting the biggest boner I’d had in… far too long. At twenty-eight, I shouldn’t be responding to a beautiful woman with an instant hard-on. But her lips were soft as silk, and her tongue was warm and playful. When she touched me, every hair follicle on my head and body sprang to attention, mirroring my dick.

“Would you like a cheese curd?” She slid the plate toward me.

“No. I’m good. Thanks.” I shifted uncomfortably on my seat and drank my beer. My head was fuzzy after that kiss, and I needed to calm the hell down. I didn’t know her or her intentions. Was she really just wanting to snag the stool next to me, or did she have a wicked plan to seduce me, then steal my money and identity?

The young woman would be in for a rude awakening. I was as poor as a church mouse. Not one dollar bill warmed the folds in my wallet. Folds. Christ, I wanted to touch hers, drag my fingers through her warm, slick pussy, and do the same with my tongue before plunging my cock into her.

But she’d never want a man who had less than two hundred in the bank, which I’d been saving to buy food for my daughters.

What the fuck are you doing, man? Get up and leave! Stop thinking with your dick before you really screw up your life.

Impossible. My cock was already straining against the zipper, growing larger and harder, desperate to rip through my jeans and pounce on the oblivious woman munching on gooey cheese.

“Are you sure? They are to die for…” She put another in her mouth and moaned, letting her eyes close as she chewed. “The best guilty pleasure south of heaven.”

I knew of an even better pleasure, south of my belly button. She’d never desire another cheese curd after I fed her my cock. Goddamn! I couldn’t believe the dirty thoughts ravaging my brain. What was happening to me?

“Honestly, I’m stuffed after eating my supper. You enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, I will.” A grin stretched across her pretty face, and her cheeks turned pink, as if she was having her own dirty thoughts.

“And I’ll sit back and enjoy the show.”

“I might think you’re a perve if we hadn’t already kissed.”

“You started the game, sunshine.”

“I know.” She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes, all sassy and shit. She wanted me, no question.

The sounds of absolute delight and lust she made while continuing to eat drove me mad. I would do almost anything to sink into her warm pussy right here and now, instead of going home and getting myself off in the shower. To get lost in her body would lift my spirits and make me forget my fucked-up life, more than booze ever could.

Women like her, Sunshine, were why I wore a grumpy-ass mask and acted like I was pissed off at everyone. Then again, I was usually frustrated with most people in my life. It was no secret that I didn’t trust most, especially women. Getting burned multiple times would do that to anyone.

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