“Yes, captain, show me what you’ve got.”
His eyebrow quirks, and his face softens. “Captain?” His tone sends a shiver down my spine.
Then he’s lifting me up and setting me down on the bar counter. A high-pitched squeak leaves my mouth, and my heart feels like it’s in my stomach with anticipation.
“Open your legs,” he commands. I follow his order, but he growls, “Wider.”
Fuck me.
I’m already throbbing.
I do just that, but he isn’t happy, so he pushes them as wide as I can physically handle. I lean back on my hands, my movement pushing aside the clutter of cups and plates on the wooden bar top. The counter is sticky from alcohol, but I don’t dare stop the moment to clean any of it. The way he’s watching me has my sex clenching, and I quickly forget all about the mess.
The warm lights hit his face, and I watch him hungrily.
He lifts my top, so I sit up and help him take it off. I drop my arms and catch his gaze flicking between my pushed-up tits. He mumbles, “Exquisite. Red is my favorite color.” Before I have any time to think or help him with taking it off, he has reached behind my back and unbuckled the bra swiftly.
Experienced.
He stands back and stares at my now heavy breasts, letting out an appreciative growl. “Fucking perfect.”
The cool air and his tone send my nipples into stiff peaks, begging for attention. I push out my chest in a silent offer. He stands straight and grabs my chin roughly, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. His warm, wet tongue feels perfect with mine. We massage and feel each other, and when he pulls back, I peel my eyes open and peek at him from under my lashes.
He is looking at me with an unreadable expression as he rubs my bottom lip and then runs his finger over my top, grunting, “Swollen, pink, and beautiful.” He pecks before moving his lips to my ear. “I bet your pussy is just the same.”
I moan. Fuck, this man and his dirty words. My pussy is aching and becoming wetter with every touch and every kiss.
He runs his five-o’clock shadow and lips over my neck, trailing slowly down over my collarbone. Teasing me with soft kisses and then bites, followed by licks to soothe.
I’m breathing quickly from the anticipation, my breasts heaving with every inhale and exhale.
Moving his mouth to between my breasts, he repeats the bites and kisses over to my right nipple. The moment he claims my nipple in his mouth, sucking so hard it causes me to moan louder, I see stars. I’m trying to grab the counter under me, but there isn’t anywhere to grip. I move my right hand into his brown locks and pull, leaving the other behind me to hold my body up. His hands rest at my sides, his thumbs stroking under my breasts.
He bites the sensitive flesh before popping off to kiss his way across the center of my chest to the left nipple, capturing that one in his mouth and repeating the actions.
Kissing along my stomach, he drops his hands to grab the sides of my ass that’s squashed on the counter. No time to worry about what I may look like to him because I don’t think he minds the cellulite or my stretch marks from my teenage years. He is kissing along the top of my skirt, and I’m about to rip it off just to have his mouth on me faster.
He pushes my skirt up, and hisses, “Bella, you’re so wet.”
He drops to his knees, and I need to be able to see.
“Wait.”
He pulls back instantly and asks, “Is everything okay? Is this too much?”
“No, I want this. I want you, but I need to watch you eat my pussy.”
His face softens before a wicked grin twists on his mouth.
Within moments, my skirt is off and he steps forward, ripping off his tie, and tossing it to the side. He kneels and grabs my inner thighs, and they quiver from his touch.
I’m sucking in breaths, trying to calm my overheated body, but it’s not working. He leans forward, and I expect to feel his mouth, but a gush of cold air hits my center and I shiver. My legs try to close from the sensation as I mumble, “Oh my God.”
“You’re going to drip onto the counter. I figured I’d help dry you up.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” I breathe, closing my eyes.
When I look at him again, his eyes are dancing with humor. He knows exactly what he is doing to me, and it’s driving me wild.