Page 25 of One Timer With A Wingman

“You probably say that to all the girls you’ve been with.” Her words sting. I don’t really try with other girls, so that just isn’t true.

“I’ve never sweet-talked a girl before, Briar.”

“What makes me different?” she asks.

“You’re sassy, taking no shit personality, your hot body,” I say to her. I’m drunk so I am probably not doing a good job of sweet-talking her.

We get on the elevator and the doors close. I press the button for our floor and the moment the doors close, she’s pulling me into her. Our bodies crash together and our lips collide. I pin her to the wall and guide her legs around my waist. We are so hungry and drunk we fumble as I dry fuck her against the elevator wall.

She begins to moan. I want to take her hear and now.

“Not like this, Aaron,” she cries out. Damn, she’s close again. For a girl who’s never orgasmed, we are batting almost two for two.

“Why? It’s sexy,” I reply. “Do you want to come on my cock, Briar? Is that how you want to have your first orgasm?”

“Yes,” she moans. “I’m so close, Aaron.”

“Come, beautiful. I’ll make you come again; I promise.”

“That isn’t going to happen,” she assures. “You don’t understand, I’m not wired that way.”

“You seem to be wired just fine,” I counter, rubbing my cock against her heat.

She goes off in the elevator, falling over the edge. Crying out in sheer ecstasy. I’m not even inside her and this girl is reacting to me. I tweak her nipples and kiss her deeply, swallowing her cries of ecstasy. I’ve never felt hunger like this before. Never reacted to someone like this before.

When the elevator pings and the doors open, my eyes open. I gaze at her and lower her. “Are you good?”

She nods, clearly speechless.

I take her hand like a man on a mission. “You’re room or mine?”

“Mine,” she replies.

I guide us to her room, which is next to mine. She uses her key card and we enter the room and close the door, fumbling in the darkness. We kiss each other as I try to figure out how her dress comes off.

“It’s a halter. It goes over my head.” She removes the top part of her dress, exposing a bare chest. I hiss taking in her breasts. They’re small and her nipples are sharp rosy peaks of glass. She’s also got crazy tan lines that for some reason are sexy as hell.

“Damn, Briar.” I dip my head, taking her breast in my hands and licking her left nipple.

She moans as I swirl my tongue and nip at her pointed buds. I fall to my knees to have better access and she runs her fingers through my hair. I’m so turned on from touching her that my cock bobs behind my pants.

“Aaron,” she breathes.

“I need you on the bed with your legs spread,” I order.

She gives me a deer in the headlights look. “I don’t think so.”

A devilish smirk quirks the corner of my lips. “Why the hell not?”

“We aren’t doing that,” she announces, holding her ground. It’s crazy that I find her stubbornness a turn-on. Even more crazy is I’m getting off trying to break her strong will.

I take a step toward her, my hand landing on her left breast. I rub circles over her nipple.

“You aren’t a fair player,” she rasps.

“I want to make you feel good. You just orgasmed in that elevator. I want to make you come again.”

“I want you inside me for that to happen,” she replies. Fuck yes.

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