I inserted a finger inside of her and groaned at her throbbing wet heat. I looked up wanting to ingrain the picture of pure ecstasy on her face in my mind.
“Yes,” she cried out. Her eyes were closed, and she thrust her head back.
“Eyes on me,” I demanded.
Slowly, they fluttered open. She was likely embarrassed of the lingering crowd watching, but she wouldn’t escape into the darkness to enjoy her pleasure alone. She was so incredible, I imagined half the men were jacking off under their tables, trying not to let their dates know. But I could see why they would be. She was an unattainable gem of a woman that they could only dream of ever possessing.
I returned to my ministrations, focusing on only her pleasure, and filtering out the pain it was causing me. My cock ached to be released from the fabric constraints of my pants. I added in another finger, sucking on her clit hard, until she shamelessly cried out, “I’m going to come!”
I pulled back just to tell her, “Then come for me.”
She came on a strangled cry, then gushed all over my hand. People in the rear clapped at her glorious climax. Fuck, she was beautiful.
A depraved part of me wanted to shove my entire hand up there. Women expanded during childbirth, so surely my hand would fit in there. But now wasn’t the time. We could work on that in a more comfortable setting.
When she was done completely, she shot me a coy look. “Thank you.”
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Surprise crossed her features. “Are you going to fuck me now? In front of all these people?”
“No,” I growled. I threw a wad of cash on the bar to cover all the drinks and then some. “You’re coming with me.” It wasn’t a question.
“Okay,” she breathed.
I smirked. Too easy. Like taking candy from a damn baby.
SLOANE
Sloane
I held onto his arm, trying not to stumble out of the bar with a giggle. My mother’s voice about strangers blared in my mind.Warning. Warning.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“To my hotel,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“Um…cool, I guess.” I shrugged. “Sounds fun.”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his striking blue eyes. Strange how they shined in the street lamps. He looked like a predator. Who the hell was I kidding? He probably was a predator, and I was the easiest prey he’d ever caught.
Lord, why did I think this was a good idea? Didn’t women like me end up on headlines in the news with “missing” flashing beneath their most recent social media pictures? What was wrong with me? Did I have a death wish? I shouldn’t have even entertained the idea of going to a seedy motel with this handsome, scarred stranger. If I had any common sense, I would flag down a cab or call an Uber.
Common sense ain’t so common sometimes.
I was obviously drunker than I’d intended to get. I let this stranger give me the most glorious orgasm I’d ever had on the top of a bar in front of a crowd. If I were utterly reckless for sneaking off to a bar without the required MC babysitter, imagine the hell I’d be paying if the asshole president saw what went down this night. I was sure someone recorded the moment. Probably multiple people. I expected the videos would be uploaded on every amateur porn site known by sunrise.
Fuck.If the club happened upon it, I’d likely be beaten to death.Whatever.If I should survive the punishment, I’d still not regret this foolish night that made my dead soul feel alive for a brief time. I’d carry it with me until the end of my days.
I looked at the man taking me toward a night of unparalleled pleasure, or possibly to my doom. I didn’t know. I know I hadn’t meant to open up to him as much as I had. It felt nice, though. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d hung out with an attractive man and had a conversation. The MC guys were all about getting their dicks wet. Women were to be seen and not heard, and a bunch of other patriarchal bullshit that I didn’t want to think about.
My vision was blurry. Too blurry. I looked around trying to get a sense of my surroundings, but all that did was make my head swim. The stranger held me in his arms as I tripped and tried not to laugh. There was a tingling in my stomach that zinged straight to my still wet pussy. A part of me loved his chivalry. The other “men” in my life would have let me fall and laughed, maybe even kicked me while I was down.
My companion was quite handsome, even with the scar. A long dead part of me had awakened the minute I saw it. I never got to ask him where it came from. Maybe he wouldn’t talk about it. Men like him normally wouldn’t. Or even worse, maybe he would. Then I would know too much.
He may have told me something about his brother, but that was all I could remember of his past. I didn’t really know what he did for business. Did I? I don’t think he’d said. Did he say finance?
Lost in my drunkenly disorienting thoughts, and the lights from the shops along the sidewalk flashing in my eyes, I truly had no clue where I was. We’d left my car at the bar. Clearly, neither of us could drive, but would I even remember where I’d parked in the morning?