She surprises me with a smile. “Actually, I got off thirty minutes ago. I was going to see if I could get some extra hours in, but I think I’m done.” She drops the bar towel in her hand and nods to the other bartender. “Just let me get my stuff.” Her voice is lower than when I first heard it making my dick jump in my pants. I’m stunned at the effects just her voice has on me. I fully intend to find out what other effects she’ll have on my body.
I down the rest of my drink leaving it on the worn bar top, waiting for her to come back out of the door she disappeared through.
The door opens, and she smiles which heats up every cell in my body. She pulls me out of the bar as if the hounds of hell are hot on her heels.
“In a hurry?” I smile.
She blinks back at me. “I just had a really bad night.”
My heart goes out to this woman, and the need to fix her night overcomes me. “Come here.”
She follows my cues, and steps right in front of me. “Are you going to make it all better?”
I bring my hand up to graze against her cheek. “Yes.”
Her eyes catch mine, and the soul of the moon reflects in her gorgeous greens. “Promise?”
I can’t breathe near her. “Fuck yeah, I will.” And then I lean in to kiss her. Like magic, my whole body comes alive. It’s like there’s this new energy force growing inside me, making me aware of every little movement she makes.
She leans back. “Do you have a car?”
Yes, a car. A car is exactly what we need. That’s a much better idea. I was kind of thinking about carrying her all the way back to my house. Yes, caveman style. Maybe I drank more than I thought, because I actually want to take her home right now.
Take my time with her.
Give her my full attention.
Make her scream my name.
For some reason, I feel like she needs someone to take care of her, but the need in her eyes overrides my sensibility. I take her hand and lead her to my Range Rover.
She climbs in the back seat as her hand extends out to me. It looks like round one will not be happening at my house. I glance around making sure nobody can see us and crawl in. We’re in a frenzy as soon as the door closes.
She’s ripping at my shirt as I push her shorts down her long legs. “Do you have a condom?”
“Fuck,” I’m so pissed and my heartbeat is wild. “Oh wait.” I claw at my wallet as if the condom Ben slipped in there earlier might evaporate. He thought he was being funny. Ha. Joke’s on you, Ben. I push away the thoughts of him and produce the condom.
She smiles, her green eyes widening. “Allow me.” She takes the packet from my hand, ripping the foil..
I lean back, watching her as she undoes my jeans and pulls them down and I wiggle out of them. I bite my lower lip, holding back a groan as she rolls the condom over my thick length.
She smiles, kind of causing me to go a little dumbstruck at how pretty she is. Is it the moon cascading through the tinted windows giving her this soft glow? Or has she always been this pretty? Doesn’t matter, because what she does next is hands down the sexiest thing ever. She straddles my lap, sinking down over my cock. “Oh god, you’re so big,” she whispers as she tries to take all of me.
My hand goes up her slender neck, gripping onto the soft strands of her short hair. “And you’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her. “I’ve wanted to slam my dick inside you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
“You’re definitely the hottest out of your brothers.” She laughs.
And I smile, happy to know she was checking me out earlier. “Yeah you wanted me since the first moment you saw me too, huh?”
She moves her body, grinding into me. “Maybe a little.”
I take control, pushing my dick up inside her. And she rides me like a champ as we sit in the back seat of my Rover. This is exactly what I need to end the day. Hell, the week. No, month. I’ve been so stressed that I can’t even believe I’m here right now.
She places both hands on my cheeks, staring into my eyes. “Hey, where’d you go? You here with me?”
I smile. “Just a stressful fucking week.”
“Let me make it all better.” And then she picks up her pace, rocking into me like she owns my dick.
I lean my head back, grabbing a handful of her ass as I close my eyes. “Oh fuck, yeah take care of me. Make me come.”
Her lips meet mine as we kiss each other. The passion builds and builds, making me wish I had more time with this woman. I wish I could really show her what I can do.
How I could kiss over her whole body.
“Ah, I’m going to come,” she cries out, leaning her head back.
“That’s it. Come all over me.” I keep thrusting up inside her, loving the fact she’s pushing her tits right into my face. I roam my hands over her, pushing her shirt over her head so I can get closer to her skin. Her bra is black lace and it drives me wild.
“I’m so close.” She keeps rocking, keeps grabbing onto me as if her life depends on it.
“Keep riding me. That’s it.” I’m so close to coming undone too. I grip her ass tighter, guiding her with the exact speed I need her to go. My dick swells even harder, and my heart’s like a lion ready to break free from my chest. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
But, it doesn’t matter if I hold on because she’s already moaning her release. She’s sexy as fuck as she shudders and shakes. “Ah, fuck,” she whispers as her release ebbs and flows, slowing her pace.
Next thing I know I’m chasing the same high, my release hitting me like a sledgehammer. “You’re so hot,” I tell her as soon as our breathing has returned to normal.
She smiles. “Well, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
I crack a grin as she climbs off me, throwing her shirt back on. I’m about ready to ask for her name, maybe even get her number, before round two at one of our places. I need more room for what I want to do, but she’s opening the door.
“Wait, where are you going?” I ask her.
“I, uh, have to go.” Her eyes bounce around the interior of my SUV.
I’m about ready to hop out of the Rover to chase after her but realize she took my fucking jeans with her. Are you kidding me? I panic for a split second but spot my wallet and keys on the floor. She didn’t steal anything from me except my jeans, and the title for hottest sex I’ve ever had.
2
Damien
“Is the new bartender here yet?” I ask Clara with a little more attitude than necessary.
Clara shakes her head, not looking upset at my harsh tone. I know she thinks I’m being a dick because I’m nervous about the grand opening of the club, and I’m not going to correct her. Because I should be on edge with nerves and excitement from the fact our dreams are coming to fruition tonight, but the club opening has nothing to do with why I’m being a pain in the ass. No, the reason for my mood can be pinned on one thing, and that thing has short black hair, sensual green eyes, and my jeans.
“What’s the bartenders name again?” I ask Clara, attempting a pleasant tone. It’s not her fault I’m in a shitty mood. She shouldn’t have to deal with my frustration.