Page 3 of Body Lock

Her.

Pushing through the mass of drunken people, I made my way to the bar. I had a hard time knowing if I was swaying into them, or if they were bumping into me.

Normally, I would have laid out a few of these guys by now. I hated people getting in my space, getting too close. Especially when I didn't know them.

But tonight it was different, I had a goal. All I wanted to do was get to her.

As much as I loved a good fight, fucking was always better.

Closing the distance between myself and the bar, her features started to stand out. A small beauty mark rested just below her cheekbone, a sheen of sweat highlighted her skin. She was glistening in liquid temptation, and I wanted to lick her. Taste the sweetness of her flavor against my lips.

My delicious treat for the evening.

Reaching the edge of the counter, I stood, just observing her. Her movements were quick, turning from customer to customer. Hands flying in all directions, grabbing a glass, filling, mixing, then on to the next.

Her body danced around the interior of the bar. She was entrancing to watch, moving naturally like an artist's brush against the canvas. Her figure became the muse of my vision.

She looked like a goddess.

Then, her eyes were set on mine. “What can I get you?” she asked, both hands firmly resting on the trim of her waist. Her large blue eyes peered at me, waiting for my request.

And I knew if I stared any longer, I would get lost in her eyes. I'd never seen that color of blue before, it was a mix of aqua and silver, with light splashes of crystal white.

My cock thickened in my jeans with her beauty. I wanted to jump the bar, fuck her right there.

I'll just take you. That's all I need for now.

Her lips partially opened, gleaming a deep red.“Well?”she asked, her voice slightly annoyed, but keeping level.

“How about I buyyoua drink, Beautiful.” My lips tapered up towards my eyes, a hand falling to glide across the smooth surface before me.

“Really?Look I don't have time for this, there are others waiting. Do you want a drink or not?” Impatience set in her face as she tapped the bar with one finger, rolling her eyes.

Running my hand through my hair, I kept my glare right on hers. “A shot of your best bourbon,” I said, my smirk never wavering.

Turning with a snap, she reached for a glass, shirt rising slightly to reveal the two dimples perched between her back and ass. Temptation to run my fingertips across her soft flesh shot through my body. But I stayed steady, thumbing a beat on the bar-top instead.

She has no idea what's coming her way tonight.

Right now I was just another bar fly, but later she would be begging me for more.

With her back turned to me, I imagined her bent over, the two mounds of her perfect ass perched up towards my face. Her slippery pussy would be peeking out from beneath, the gentle spread her lips would take as she rocked back and forth, aching for my cock.

I could see it all, the image flashed through my brain, heating me to the core.

Because that's exactly what I was going to make her do; beg for my fucking cock.

The glass slammed down in front of me, splatters of the rich burgundy liquid hit the surface, knocking me out of my sex filled daze. “Eleven dollars.” Her hand came up and tossed the thick, pull-able hair over her shoulder, returning to her hip with a snap.

Pulling the money from my wallet, I asked, “Alright, Doll. So, you have a name?” Though I wasn't really giving her a choice, she was going to answer me one way or another. Either right here right now, or later while I teased her eager lips with the tip of my dick.

“Yup, I do. Don't we all?” Her sharp tone filled my ears as she grabbed the cash. Twisting her body before I could utter another word, she was gone, onto the next customer.

This woman wasnotgoing to be as easy as I had thought. I wasn't used to that, women tended to melt when I just breathed in their direction.

To have her stand there, seemingly unfazed by me...

A surge of electricity raced through my lungs, trapping the air inside.

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