Page 4 of Fight For Her
She turned back to her friend and murmured something too low for me to hear. I knew I had her. Like a fisherman, I had cast my bait and now it was time to reel her in.
I spun on my heel and the sole of my beat-up boots stuck to the floor with each step. Deliberately keeping my gaze cast downward, I made my way to the single bathroom down the dilapidated hallway at the back of the bar.
I leaned against the ancient pedestal sink and tried to avoid focusing on the smell of stale tobacco and piss. For as nasty as the bar was, it wasn’t too dirty. I’d been in more disgusting bar bathrooms over the years.
“Three.” I counted down the seconds. Red would open the door, be shy at first, then pretend she had no idea I was in here.
“Two.” I willed my dick to get ready.Come on big guy.You’ve been here a month, and the only action you’ve seen is my right hand. We got this. You will not think of her.
“One.”
The door swung open, and Red stumbled in. Her eyes widened as she saw me leaning there with my hands in the pockets of my jeans. I knew the act well.
“Oh. I…I didn’t realize you were in here.” She cleared her throat and waited for me to reply as she slowly pushed the door closed and twisted the lock.
She sauntered closer, which gave me my first close up look at her. She had insane curves. Her waist begged me to wrap my hands around it. So much so that my palms tingled. Her tits spilled out of her tight henley, and her thighs were so thick I could picture them wrapped around my face.
But she wasn’t Kendahl. She wore too much makeup. It was caked on like she was trying to hide something, her lipstick too bright for her skin, making her puffed up lips look cartoonish. Her face was perfectly symmetrical, almost too perfect. A face that only a skilled surgeon could create.I got a whiff of her perfume, floral and too strong. My head throbbed.
“Well, since we’re both in here, maybe we should get to know each other better.” Red raised a flawlessly shaped brow, and I only had a moment to decide what the fuck I wanted.
I had never been picky before. Hell, I’d fucked my way through the Florida coast after my divorce never learning more than a first name and keeping each hook up firmly a no strings attached deal. That’s how I liked it, two bodies giving each other pleasure and blocking out any other thoughts. There was only need and desire, plain and simple.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and flashed my smile at her. This smile dropped panties like they were lubed up with oil. “What did you have in mind, beautiful?”
She brought a shot glass to her lips, tilted her head back, and swallowed it in one gulp. I hadn’t even noticed she was carrying it. Her tongue darted out to lick a drip of liquor off the corner of her lip. My brain turned off as I watched the movement like it was happening in slow motion. A familiar pang of want hit me square in the chest, and I needed to taste her, to see what she just drank.
“How about I show you?”
She closed the distance between us in one step, and before I could reply, her pillowy lips were on mine. This woman wasted no time. She devoured my mouth, forcing my lips open with her tongue. She’d drank tequila, a strong one at that.
I barely breathed, let alone figured out if this was hot or not. Something was happening in my pants. It didn’t take much for that to happen. But I wasn’t nearly as excited as I should have been.
I closed my eyes and let my hands guide me. I ran my palms over her tits, which were very fake. No judgment. I loved a good fake set of tits. It fit Red’s whole motif to the tee.
As I palmed my way down to her full ass, my thoughts drifted to Kendahl again, and the way her perfect lips moved against mine and how every time we’d break apart for a breath a small moan escaped her lips. I pictured the beauty mark above her cupid’s bow and how much I loved to lick it. She’d laugh and call me weird, but her face would light up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Red ground her hips against me and rubbed at my dick through my jeans. “Let’s get these off you.”
She gave my bottom lip a nibble before moving her head downward. This was not a slow, seductive move south. This was a zero to sixty in one second movement.My zipper was undone and my half-hard cock was yanked out of the opening in my boxer briefs. A cough sputtered out of me because she wasted no time taking my cock into her mouth and sucking… hard.
“Shit,” I wheezed on an exhale. This woman had the enthusiasm of a teenager trying to get laid for the first time.
She scraped her teeth against me, and I jolted. She was so warm and wet. I closed my eyes and tried not to think, but to enjoy getting blown. She pulled her mouth off me with a pop and looked up, still gripping my cock with one hand.
“It looks like you’re ready now.”
Was I?
Red stood up, her full height an inch or two less than mine and unzipped her jeans. “You have a condom, cowboy?”
Her jeans fell to the floor beside us. Of course, I had a condom. I was Coby Barnes. I never left home without them.But here was my out.
I tucked my dick back in to my pants and zipped up before I could change my mind.
“Shit.” I ran my hand through my hair and tried to fake a look of dismay. “No, I don’t have one. I should go.”
