But I don’t break eye contact. I’m not letting her walk out of here without fucking me.
She lets out a deep breath. “One drink.”
My cock twitches. That’s a yes. I’d prefer to skip the drinks, but I don’t want to spook her now that I’ve got her on the cusp of bending over for me.
I’m not even annoyed by how slowly she sips her whiskey. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
She licks her lips. “No names.”
Fucking hell, this couldn’t be working out more perfectly if I dreamed it up myself. I flash her another grin. “Trouble it is, then. Come with me.” I reach my hand out to her.
She downs the rest of her drink and takes my hand. Her skin is warm and soft. “Lead the way, Slick.”
I can’t help but chuckle. She has no idea. I tuck her arm through mine. “See, we even have cute pet names for each other already.”
Every word, every touch, works on breaking down her defenses. I almost gag from my own performance. I’ve never had to work this hard for pussy before. But I want a real release. The tougher the challenge, the sweeter the reward. So I channel Aries, mimicking his words and demeanor. I’ve seen him in action a million times.
But I have to be careful not to let the mask slip. Not until I get what I want.What I needso I can sleep tonight.
She relaxes against me. I can feel her need is as strong as mine. Maybe more so. This girl has so much pent-up sexual tension inside her; she might fucking cum the second I touch her.
I lead her down the neon-lit hallway toward the bathrooms—Duff’s private bathroom that I convinced him to give me the key to. A fair trade for some extra cases of Blackwell gin that he doesn’t have to pay for.
I open the door, pull her inside, and lock it behind us. “Don’t be nervous…” I cup her face in my hands. “Turn around and face the mirror.”
Her breath hitches, but she does as I say.Good obedient little slut. I brush her hair to the side and plant a soft kiss on her neck. “Good. Now, lean forward.”
She whimpers as I run my hands up her thighs. I push her skirt up over her ass.No fucking panties. “Fuck, you are trouble,” I rasp. I unbutton and unzip my pants with one hand.
“Just so you know, I’m not a slut.”
I don’t care. I trail my hands up higher. “I know, baby. Neither am I. Go on and spread your legs for me.” I rub the tip of my cock against her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers as she widens her stance.
“Mmm, I should be calling you Slick.” I grab her hips and anchor them up as I thrust my cock inside her.
She lets out a yelp.
“You have the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in. Fuck.” Istill myself for a second so I don’t explode. She’s so warm and wet, and her insides are literally trembling around me.
“Why did you stop?” Panic riddles her voice.
I chuckle. “Because I don’t want to cum too soon. Relax and hold on to the counter.”
She grips the edge and bites down on her lip as I start to slide back and forth. Fuck, she feels good. Her scent is intoxicating. With each thrust, it wafts up to my nose—jasmine—sweet and seductive like new money.
A deep growl erupts from my chest as she clenches around me. Fucking hell. I burrow in deeper, hitting all the way to the back.
She lifts her head, her mascara running, and lets out a deep moan. “Harder,” she begs.
I drive into her, pinching her hips between my sweaty fingers. We lock eyes in the mirror, and I almost cum. Her gaze is haunting. Broken. Provoking me to tear her apart.
“Fuck,” I grunt out.
She jerks back, then forward, as she rubs her clit against the bathroom counter. “Yeah… right there,” she breathes out.
My cock swells as the blood rushes forward, my belly fluttering. I feel sick with need. A strange chill rolls up my spine as spasms shoot down my shaft. It’s her eyes. She keeps them glued on me.