Page 35 of Straight to Me

I cringe at interrupting what was obviously a private moment. VP flicks on the lights, blinking madly as his eyes adjust.

A man with scruffy dark hair and a similar beard stands up, shoving his grey t-shirt back into his hard wearing, black trousers. He sucks in his beer belly as he tries to fasten the button. The young-looking blonde totters off towards the rear of the building, exiting to the ladies' toilets near the bar.

“What the fuck Riggs?”

“Shit, man. Didn’t realise you were stopping by again. I came in before the rest arrive, Janine arrived after me—”

“Stop, I don’t need to hear anymore.”

Riggs wafts his hands, smiling at VP who shakes his head.

“You stopping, or got somewhere to be?” Riggs asks, pouring himself a neat whiskey with a glance at me.

My hand tightens around VP’s.

“No, we’re not stopping.” He looks at me then pulls me away, passing a corridor towards some stairs leading to the open-planned second floor.

At the top of the stairs stands a pool table and a few televisions on the walls all currently turned off. Towards the front of the building is a separate room with a big wooden door.

Hazarding a guess, I nod towards it. “That where you have all your meetings?” Smiling, he looks down before placing a hand on the side of my face, taking a small step towards me.

“Does it scare you?”

“This place? I don’t think so. The lady’s thong scared me, but that’s about it,” I say, making us chuckle. Then he quietens us by sealing his lips to mine. I’m unable to stop the hum that leaves me when his hands run through my hair again, pulling me closer to him.

My hands mirror his movements, both of us becoming more urgent with our touch. Our tongues wildly searching for each other. Heat rises up my legs, all the way up to my cheeks. I’m wet, desperate for the release I’ve been holding in for the past few weeks.

Suddenly, VP breaks the kiss. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me back down the stairs, past the tables and chairs, and down a corridor into a vacant room.

Closing it behind him, I watch him lock the door. My heart races. The walls are covered in framed pictures of Harleys with a double bed against the far wall. This room doesn’t look like anyone occupies it permanently.

This room has only one purpose. One that I’m about to intimately discover.

VP walks towards me, having turned on the side lights and stands directly in front of me. His warm breath hits my face as he takes my bag, lifting it over my head, and tosses it to the chair by the door. His eyes never leave mine.

My heart still beats wildly in my chest as those warm hands move to the top of my jacket, pulling it off my shoulders, and dropping it to the floor. He puts his hands on my hips and his fingers slide under the material of my top, waiting for my approval. I lift my arms above my head, allowing him to remove it, and he does so, carefully, letting his knuckles graze over my stomach before brushing against my breasts. My nipples lengthen, hardening in my bra. He throws my top to the floor behind him and runs both hands over my chest, making my skin ripple with pleasure. His focus on me is intense, his hands glide across my skin so delicately.

And then he spins me around swiftly and my breath escapes my lungs. He sweeps my hair away from my shoulders and his soft lips gracefully place kisses across the side of my neck. The brush of his lips against my skin, sends a shiver up my spine. I arch my back, pushing my bum against him and place my hands on his thighs as my head rolls backwards into his shoulder. My fingers lightly stroke his legs through his jeans and when I brush over his cock pushing against the material, he moans against my ear, nibbling it lightly with his teeth.

I turn my head up and his lips dance with mine as his tongue teases the inside of my mouth. The throbbing sensation between my legs makes me squirm against him, my knees trembling as though they’re going to buckle. One hand cupped round my cheek, his other holds me around my waist, steadying me where I stand. I relax into him, enjoying the way he’s holding me, kissing me.

A small moan pushes past my lips as our kiss deepens and he undoes my jeans. I shift my feet, pulling away slightly to steady my breath. Behind me, he places his thumbs inside the top of my knickers, slowly skimming them lightly across my hips. My burning skin tingles as his hands move. He pulls my jeans down so slowly, bending as he drags them to the floor behind me.

Deep within me, the familiar scorching sensation cries for release. My brain is turning to mush, crumbling under the weight of his touch.

Focus.

Sliding off my shoes, I step out of my jeans until I’m stood in nothing but my underwear. VP kisses the base of my back before running both hands up the backs of my legs as he stands. Tiny volts of electricity feel like they’re shooting up my back. All I want is to collapse and surrender to him.

He unclasps my bra and lets it fall before cupping my breasts where his thumbs work my already hard nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against my neck.

Turning to face him, my hands work their way up his arms, over his firm muscles to the top of his cut. Placing both my palms flat against his chest, I feel his racing heart beneath my fingertips. He closes his eyes momentarily, as if my touch has the same effect on him as his does on me.

I slide the leather off his shoulders, letting it slump to the floor, and the warmth from his body hits me. He undoes the buttons of his shirt cuffs as I start from the top near his neck. Growing desperate to see his body, my fingers move quickly. I want to touch him, kiss him, to see every muscle underneath his shirt. As I reach the bottom button, I allow my hands to feel their way over him. He swallows hard, his chest moving fast as I caress his structured abs one by one. It feels good knowing he’s enjoying my touch.

I slide my hands over his lean muscles and I feel him squirm as my fingers move over his hips, working their way up to his neck. I pull his shirt off and trail my hands back down his skin, my lips kissing slowly across his front. I smile against him when his breath hitches as my hands move towards his hips again, and I start undoing his belt.

Before I can free him, he lifts me up, my breasts now in line with his mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly, as my arms move around his neck. He walks me backwards, eyes never leaving mine, and he lies me down on the edge of the bed.

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