Page 11 of Their Offering

Lillian

I sat alone at the bar, surveying my options, looking for tonight’s saving grace. He had to be in here somewhere. The aching pressure between my legs was building and needed to be released.

Just as I was about to give up, I caught a pair of blue eyes staring at me. They were beautiful, but they were dull compared to Nicholas’s.Fuck. I couldn’t think about them if I was going to do this.

I offered him a shy smile and turned back to my drink. My fake shyness worked––out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stand and head in my direction.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing alone on a night like tonight?” Now that he was closer, I could see he was older than me, probably in his early thirties. He looked worn down and empty, like he needed to be filled up, just like me. This could benefit both of us. I would be doing him a favor.

“Just trying to get over an old boyfriend.” I laid my trap carefully. I didn’t want to come off desperate, but I knew what guys looking for a one-night stand needed to hear. I’d had enough practice.

I needed a lay, and that was it––no strings attached.

He looked me over with an overconfident expression and smirked. “I think I can help with that, if you’re interested.”

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Men were too used to getting into a girl’s pants without even trying, but I didn’t have time to teach him a lesson. I needed his cock. In me. Now.

“You think so?” I batted my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

Less than a minute later, we found ourselves in the women’s room. I sat on the counter while we kissed, our tongues playing an awkward game. I thought of how Aiden’s mouth felt so right on mine, but I immediately pushed the thought far away.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, dropping the shy girl act.

His eyes widened with surprise before he smiled. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, but before he could toss it somewhere, I snagged it and set it on the counter. No way would I be putting my clothes back on if they touched this floor. I’d sooner leave naked.

He groped my chest and muttered about how perfect my body was, while I grabbed his hips and brought them to mine. He was hard, and I was ready.

I unfastened his jeans and quickly pulled out his cock. I was disappointed in the size, thanks to the view of Aiden’s the night before. The image was ingrained in my memories. I shook it off and stroked him as he watched with hungry eyes.

I let him go and yanked my jeans off, placing them neatly with my shirt. I wiggled my underwear down and positioned myself on the counter's edge for easy access. Thank God he didn’t need to be told what to do next. He positioned himself between my legs and slid in carefully.Too carefully.

I moved my hips to meet his slow thrusts. I didn’t need time to adjust to him, so why the fuck was he going so slow?

“Faster,” I demanded. He obeyed, and his thrusts picked up pace.

It was like being fucked by a pencil. I knew he was in there, but there was no friction. I moved and adjusted, trying to feelsomething, but before I could accomplish anything, he pulled out and spilled his cum onto my thighs.

“There you go, baby girl.” He gave his cock a few more pumps before letting it drop, already soft and shriveled. I wanted to gag. “Look at what you made me do. Forget that old boyfriend.” He gave me a wink, cleaned himself off, pulled his pants on, and left without a second thought.

I just sat there, completely stunned. Did he honestly think that was a good time for me?

I cleaned myself up as best I could in a bar bathroom. Thankfully, no one walked in untilafterI’d gotten my clothes back on. The woman looked me over and curled her lip, as if I was something disgusting. I rolled my eyes and stormed out.

The man was back at the bar, right where we’d been sitting, drinking a beer. I walked toward the door to make a quick escape, but he saw me before I could succeed. “I can at least buy you a drink.”

I shook my head and looked past him at the door. “No thanks. You’ve been so helpful already; I couldn’t possibly take more.” I feared I’d laid it on too thick, but then he grinned. “I’m just gonna go now. Thanks for that.”

I didn’t wait for him to say anything and walked right out of the bar, heading in the direction of my wretched home. After that disappointment of a fuck, the thoughts of the princes still in my head, and the unreleased pressure in my core, I just wanted to go home.

Luckily, my mom was nowhere in sight as I walked through the door. Grabbing a bottle of vodka from the kitchen, I poured myself a few shots. It went straight to my head, just as I’d hoped. I was buzzed by the time I headed to my room and fell face-first into my bed. I welcomed the familiar darkness of sleep and let myself fade into it.

“Such a good girl, little one.” Aiden stared at me with his fire-filled eyes. He was so damn sexy.

He leaned in, and I reached up to touch him, but my arms wouldn't move. I didn’t need to look to know he had tied me up.

Nicholas appeared behind him and clapped his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “So fucking sexy, isn’t she? I can’t wait to get my taste.”

I whimpered as moisture dripped down my thigh. I wanted them to touch me, to use me. Ineededit. I wiggled around, moving my hips, hoping that, somehow, I could find relief from the unrelenting ache building between my legs.

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