"Beautiful," he whispers, his gaze roaming over my face.
I force myself to straighten, then to hop up on the counter again. "Go lock the door," I tell him.
He doesn't even blink at the request, he just stands up and does as I ask.
I shoot a quick glance at the bar behind me to confirm I'm mostly done closing up. Bobby has left me to lock up enough times that I know no one will come in for the rest of the night—making what we're about to do a lot easier—but I also don't want to shirk my duties in favor of a gorgeous dick.
Even if it’s a gorgeous, massive, talented—
My train of thought is cut off when Aiden grabs me around the waist and hauls me over his shoulder. I let out a shriek of surprise, even though I shouldn't be—I knew my whiskey-trick would bring out the aggressor tonight.
After a few steps I'm dropped to my feet and immediately spun around. I barely make note of the pool table in front of me before a hand between my shoulder blades is pushing me down onto the table.
"You're too hot for your own good," Aiden growls from behind me. He swats my ass through the denim shorts. "It pisses me off."
I smile into the green fabric and arch my hips a little more, press back a little harder. He lets out another angry growl when he grips my hips and grinds into my ass.
"These sexy little thigh-highs would drive any man to madness," he muses, reaching down to snap the top of the fishnets against my skin. I let out a moan at the bite of pain, and he does it again on the other side.
"Then you have this tight little crop top that puts your perfect tits on display and makes it almost impossible to focus on anything else." His hands smooth along my legs and over my stomach, coming to rest just below my breasts. At first I think he'll just cup and knead them like most young guys seem to do, but I should really know better by now. Aiden doesn't fuck like a young guy.
He fucks like he knows exactly what I crave, and will do anything to give it to me. So I shouldn't really be surprised when he tugs the fabric of my crop top up over my breasts. And then goes right for my nipples with a hard pinch.
I let out a deep moan at the sensation.
He soothes the pink tips with a gentle caress, and then he's moving on to the rest of my pleasure points. But not before pressing me farther down, until my now-sensitive nipples are rubbing against the coarse material of the pool table.
Fuck, he's good at this.
It registers that his hands are now back on my hips, his touch reverent as it travels along my sides and over my waist. "And these short shorts…" he murmurs in awe. Being bent over like this, I know he can see the bottom curve of my cheeks, can maybe even see a little bit of my pussy from his vantage point. "Every time I'm with you, all I can think about is taking your pants off and getting my cock as deep inside you as possible." He unleashes a stinging slap on my exposed ass cheeks. "It's distracting."
"Oh my God," I moan into the table.I'm going to come so quick like this.
All of his movements seem to become angry now. He spanks me again, ignoring my moan as he reaches around to hurriedly unbutton my shorts and tug them down. They barely make it over my ass to the middle of my thighs when I feel him freeze.
I know exactly what he notices, and I smile into the table as I shamelessly wriggle my hips.
"Fuck, you're like every man's wet fantasy come to life," he says in an awed tone. His hand soothes over my bare ass. "This is why you came in my lap, isn't it? Because you've been behind the bar all night with no panties and your jean shorts rubbing against that needy little clit?"
I chance a look over my shoulder just so I can catch a glimpse of the sheer hunger and amazement in his eyes. He doesn't even notice me looking—he’s too focused on the sight before him.
But then he's not, and he's dropping another angry slap onto my ass. I couldn't keep from moaning again even if I wanted to.
"Dirty girl," he mutters. He spanks me again. "Filthygirl."
"Aiden, please," I whimper. "Please fuck me. I can't take it."
His gaze finally snaps to my face. "You'll come when I let you come and not a second sooner." Only, I think he's just as desperate to fuck as I am because his hand travels down to the zipper on his jeans.
"Take the shorts off," he orders in a tight voice. I comply immediately, bringing my legs together so my shorts can slide down. Then I reach to pull them the rest of the way off.
I've just dropped them onto the pool table when I feel Aiden's hand on my hip and hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I swear that sound is enough to turn me on all over again because I automatically whimper and push my hips back to take him inside me.
He spanks me in scolding. "Wait," he growls. But that becomes nearly impossible when I feel the tip of him pressed against my entrance. You'd never know I just had an orgasm five minutes ago because it feels like I'm about to go crazy if he doesn't start fucking me right this second. At the very least, I'm about to start begging.
Sure enough, the words come unbidden up my throat. "Aiden, please fuck me.Please.I need you inside me, I need you to fill me up. I need—"
I choke on the words when he slams inside me with one hard thrust. And then he begins to fuck me.