“Cool off,” Craig said. “Let him go home and live another day.”
I shrugged off his arms and let the testosterone settle. I hadn’t meant to hit him so hard, but damn it had felt good. If she’d had anyone spying on our interaction, she’d see we were at odds and he’d be safe.
“I’m good,” I said to Craig as he tried to block me from leaving. “I’m going home.”
He nodded and let me go, I straightened my jacket and headed out onto the street. My stomach still burned with pain and my sides where he’d landed his punches were sore but I was fine. My eyes caught sight of the woman standing to the side of the bar, out of view from the main street but I knew immediately who she was.
“Who was that?” she asked me, as if we were friends.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her from view of everyone else, in case one of the cameras picked us up. I was close enough to smell the violets in her hair, my cock instantly growing hard at being this close to her.
“I need to talk to you,” she said. “And I figured you’d let me if I asked instead of having to drug you.”
The smile tugged at her beautifully red lips and I could see she was trying to make light of our interactions. I pulled her further up the side of the bar, away from prying eyes, before I shoved her against the brick wall. She gasped in surprise before her lips turned up in a smirk. My lips found hers as I kissed her hard, moving her up so I could put my leg between hers, pulling at my belt to get my jeans down enough to free my cock. Once he was free, I yanked at her panties under her skirt, and pushed my fingers into her. She was wet almost instantly, wanting this as much as I did.
She groaned out my name, fuelling me further into a primal act. I couldn’t afford to think right now, I needed to be inside of her. Maurelle wrapped her legs around my waist as I pushed my cock into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate me.
Sweet Jesus.
I could cum right here and now. Grunting, I pulled myself out only to shove back into her full force. She gasped, her breathing loud in my ear as she clutched onto me for dear life as I fucked her, hard, up against the wall. Her nails dug into my neck as her mouth claimed mine, our tongues tangling, teeth clashing as if we both needed to tumble for power. Maurelle screamed into my mouth as her pussy squeezed the fuck out of my cock, sending me spiralling into a hard release. I pumped into her until I was empty, staying connected against the wall as I tried to catch my breath.
I couldn’t believe how much I lost control with her, needing to be inside of her, to smell her, to taste her.
What the hell was going on with me?
When I could breathe properly again, I helped her down to her feet again and put my cock away, checking to make sure no one had seen us. She pulled her skirt back down, and chuckled lightly, probably just as surprised at what we’d done as I was.
“Where’s your car?” I asked her. She moved in front of me, her hips moving seductively and intentionally slow as she led me to a car parked just up ahead. The skirt she had on was tight, her ass round and pushing against the material, forcing my already hard again cock to do pushups behind my jeans. Once we were inside, I looked over at her, those dark eyes boring into me as if she didn’t understand her own actions.
Was she as at odds with our fucked up relationship as I was?
“Drive,” I told her.
“Where?”
“You know where I live, I take it.”
She didn’t respond. Maurelle put the car into drive and took us to my apartment. Something inside of me was both annoyed and turned on that she knew where I lived, that she had been stalking me just as I’d been doing to her.
She parked on the street and I walked her up to my apartment, opening the door and letting her walk inside.
She looked around, as if the room was disgusting to her, her eyes showed me just how privileged she was.
“It’s a little spartan,” she said, looking over the lack of furniture I had in my apartment.
“I don’t spend much time here,” I told her, locking the door. “What are you doing here?”
“You told me to bring you here,” she replied, knowing full well what I meant and ignoring it. I didn’t think she knew what she was doing right now.
“Don’t play dumb, Maurelle, it’s beneath you.”
She closed the distance between us until she was just a hair’s breadth away from me. I didn’t move, I couldn’t. I wanted to be close to her.
“It’s not beneath me,” she said, her voice all but a whisper. “But I think you know what I want beneath me.”
She didn’t have to say anything else. I grabbed her head with one hand and pulled her face to mine. Our lips clashed together as the heat of the moment swept us both up. Her tongue snaked out into my mouth, tangling with my own. Her moan almost sent me into pre-ejaculation territory as her hands wound their way under my jacket and shirt, nails skimming my back. I walked her back toward the bedroom as I pulled at her hair, yanking the clip from it and pulling her lips from mine. Her lips were pink and swollen, the lipstick smeared over her chin and sides of her mouth as she looked at me, feverish.
“This time,” I growled. “You’ll be beneath me.”
