I stop for a moment next to Josh. “Watch the bar.”
“I got you,” he says with amusement as the girl whispers something into his ear.
I continue to follow behind the woman. She pushes open the doors and walks outside. She stopped momentarily and then continued walking, stumbling down the two steps and into the parking lot.
I follow closely behind her as she stops at a car and pulls out her keys.
I reach around her and take the keys from her. She turns and looks up at me. “Hey, those are mine.”
“No shit, you aren’t driving, though,” I say, watching her closely.
Her eyes narrow on me. “I am not. I need them to get in my car.”
“No driving,” I say calmly.
She reaches up to grab them, but I put them just out of reach.
“What is your name?” I ask again.
She shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest, sassy little thing.
I lower my arm and put her keys into my pocket. She walks into me, lowering her arms, now chest to chest, and I can feel her racing heartbeat. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes rapidly searching mine. She smells so fucking good. I feel my cock twitch against the front of my jeans.
“I’m not letting you leave while you are drunk,” I tell her. There is no way in fuck. She is drunk, and driving is a bad idea. I don’t know this girl, but I don’t want to hear about it on the news that she got in a wreck.
She doesn’t respond at first, but then what comes out of her mouth shocks the fuck out of me.
“Ever wanted to fuck a stranger?” She asks in a low voice.
Yeah, she is drunk.
I shake my head as a smile forms across her lips.
“Want to?” She asks in a low, desired voice.
Fuck. What the fuck is happening right now?
“You’re drunk. This is not a good idea,” I try and dissuade her. I am not against fucking strangers, but I am against them not being able to remember me or my cock when they wake up.
“Yes, I am drunk, and yes, I won’t remember tomorrow, but isn’t that the point?” She slurs.
Her question is interesting and confusing. She shrugs and starts to turn, but the urge to touch her becomes overwhelming.
“Fuck it,” I say through gritted teeth.
I reach out and grab her by the throat, pulling her firmly against my chest. I lean down and smash my lips to hers. She moans and opens her mouth, and my tongue enters, her tongue dancing with mine. I can taste the booze on her tongue as I reach down and dig my fingertips into her leg, slowly moving up. I pull back, breaking the kiss. Her eyes are open and on me, as I push her against the side of her car.
I pull up her skirt and move aside her underwear. I run my fingers through her folds, and her head falls against the car. I pull my hand away from her wet pussy and unbutton and unzip my pants. She swats my hands out of the way and pushes my pants and boxers down enough to free my aching cock. I grab her left leg and pin it against my hip as I reach between us and grab onto my dick. I hate having sex standing up, but right now, I just want to be balls deep inside this woman I know nothing about.
She is like a drug. You get one taste, and you are already hooked and wanting more.
I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and look over her face one more time. She grabs my shirt and pulls me into her as I push my cock into her tight pussy. Her walls wrap tightly around my cock, taking my breath away as I place my hand against her car and tighten my grip on her throat.
I lean in, my lips almost touching hers. “You are a bad fucking girl.”
She doesn’t respond as I start to push in and out of her. She wraps her leg tightly around me, or at least as much as she can, from this fucking weird-ass position.
“Bad girls get punished,” I whisper as I smash my lips to hers.