With one hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. A rush of air hissed through her teeth as I withdrew and drove into her again and again. With her arms wound tightly around my neck, I growled into her shoulder and started thrusting harder and deeper, building up to a relentless pace. I’d been with many women in my time but never had a woman made me feel so on edge.
Needing more, I turned around and carried her over to the sink. Her legs widened, giving me better access as I lowered her onto the edge of the cold porcelain. She immediately leaned back and propped her hands on the sink’s ledge. I was tempted to rip open her shirt and expose those full, round breasts, but since we were in a fucking restroom at a bar, I didn’t have that luxury.
I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing her like a hungry animal as I drove deeper, harder. Her head reared back with a sated groan. That was it. That was exactly what I wanted to fucking hear. Her nails dug into my lower back as her hips rocked against mine, meeting my every thrust with more intensity. I could feel the pressure building, forcing a growl from my chest.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me. She panted wildly, and her thighs clamped down around my hips when I tried to increase my pace. I knew she was close, unable to stop the inevitable torment of her building release. I lowered my hand between her thighs, raking my thumb across her clit, and that was all it took. The muscles in her body grew taut as her orgasm took hold. I continued to drive into her; the sounds of my body pounding against hers echoed throughout the room until I finally came inside her. With a ragged breath, I panted, “Holy shit, woman. That was fucking incredible.”
“Yes, it was.” She gave me a warm smile as she glanced down at her boots. “You definitely lived up to your promise.”
“If I’m anything, I’m a man of my word.”
I slowly withdrew, then quickly tossed the condom in the trash. As I was pulling up my boxer briefs and jeans, she hopped down from the sink and started to get dressed. When she knelt down to slip on her boots, I asked, “Does that mean you’ll give me your name and number?”
“Tonight was fun.” She stood up and fastened the last button of her jeans. “Let’s stick to the plan and not complicate it by doing the whole name-and-number thing.”
“All right. If that’s what you want.”
“It’s for the best.” She stepped over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading toward the door. “Thanks for tonight. I really did have fun.”
“So, that’s it?”
“I’ve got a big meeting tomorrow. I need to get going.”
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little wounded that she was going to split on me, but I played it cool and followed her out of the bathroom. When we made it outside, she waved down a taxi. As she got inside, she gave me another wink and said, “I’ll see ya around, hot stuff.”
“Yeah... See ya.”
With that, she closed the door, and I stood there watching as he pulled away from the curb and darted into traffic. Once she was gone, I hailed a cab of my own. As soon as I got inside, I regretted not riding my bike over to the bar, but I had no idea that I wouldn’t end up plastered and needing a ride home. I gave the guy my address, then leaned back in the seat and started contemplating my life’s choices. I’d just spent the most incredible fucking night with a chick and didn’t even know her damn name. I was pissed that I hadn’t pressed her to give it to me. Maybe then, I might’ve had some chance of finding her again. It was a thought that lingered in the back of my mind well after I’d gotten home.
I took a long, hot shower, grabbed something to eat, and watched a bit of TV. I thought I’d shaken all thoughts of her until I laid my head down on the pillow. It seemed strange to me. I’d rarely ever given one of my conquests a second thought, so I couldn’t figure out what it was about this girl that had gotten under my skin.
After hours of tossing and turning, I finally convinced myself that I was making something out of nothing, and my odd draw to the beautiful stranger was just in my head. Eventually I fell asleep, and by the next morning, that heavy feeling in my gut was all but gone.
I had some free time before work, so I decided to run by the clubhouse and check in with the guys. When I walked into the bar, I found Viper, our club’s president, standing over Menace, our computer hacker, as he messed around on his laptop, and neither of them looked happy. In fact, they were madder than two wet hens as they snarled at the screen.