It’s her turn to choke on her drink, which looks like pop. “Is that vodka and orange? I think your drink stepped out of the nineties.”
A smile breaks over her plump lips, and I grind my teeth, unable now to not think about what they would look like wrapped around my cock. After all, she’s brought up the conversation regarding sex. It’s no wonder my mind has well and truly landed in the gutter.
“I like vodka and orange. I’m not a big drinker.”
I nod and wait for her to answer my first question. When she doesn’t, I ask again. “So, about us fucking. You in?”
Her attention dips to my chest, and like a physical caress, moves up my body. I see her eyes narrow on my tats, on my shoulders, before she raises her pretty face to mine. She’s interested and eager—I can see it in her features—but will she act on those emotions?
I lean down, clasp her about her nape, and wrench her against me. She slams into me, her breasts pressing hard against my chest, making my cock hard. I dip my head, give her a chance to pull away, to protest, before I kiss the fuck out of those sweet lips that I’ve been wanting against mine for the past ten minutes.
She doesn’t push me away.
Perfect. My cue.
She tastes like vodka and morning juice—sour, and yet I know she’ll be sweet. Our tongues tangle, and I hear her moan, her body molding to my every muscle. I reach down and clasp her ass, lift her against my cock, and kiss her deep while I grind her against me. She relents, goes limp, her fingers tangling into my hair, fisting my locks and pinning me against her.
I’m not going anywhere—unless it’s in a car where I can get her alone and fuck the shit out of this Pumpkin.
I pull back and move away, picking up my beer—anything but to reach for her again and lift her onto the bar and eat her sweet pussy in front of everyone. I know she’s wet for me; I can almost smell her desire, and it’s a fragrance close to my heart.
Somewhere behind us, the DJ shifts tracks, the beat dropping heavier and making the crowd erupt in cheers.
She stares at me, a little confused, and I grin, taking a deep swig of my drink. “You okay, Pumpkin? You seem a little dazed, but since you were hesitating, I thought a kiss might help you make up your mind a little quicker. I’m eager to start if you are.”
“I’m Dallen.”
I chuckle, having not asked her name, and yet I can’t help it. In her confusion, she thinks I may want to know. Of course I do, but it isn’t essential information. I hold out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Dallen. I’m Stephen.”
“Okay, great.” She reaches for her drink and downs it with one swallow. “Now that we’re introduced, let’s fuck.”
THREE
DALLEN
What am I doing?I wave goodbye to Amy, who salutes me with her glass of wine, before I take Stephen’s hand and start toward where I think the exit is to this nightclub. I haven’t been here much in the past, not being much of a party girl.
Case in point, why I’m still carrying around my V-card. Even so, I think I’m going in the right direction and hope the little gumption the alcohol has given me lasts until I fuck the man who’s holding my hand and making me feel all kinds of tingly.
I don’t know how I managed to score a guy who looks devastatingly fucking hot and built who seems more than willing to do what I want for my first, but I have, and now I have to go through with it.
No, you don’t, Dallen. You can leave whenever you want.
I know that’s true, but I so want to experience what I feel like I’ve been missing out on. A connection with another person that I’ve not been able to take part in, mostly due to my parents—my father in particular—and his possessiveness over everything in my life. Understandable after the death of my brother Daniel due to getting caught in the crossfire of a gang killing he’d been assigned to that went wrong.
I push the thought of my brother away. I can’t be sad tonight. Tonight I’m a little tipsy, and I’m going to use that bolster to my confidence to fuck the shit out of this hot dude who seems willing to scratch the itch I have.
A cool draft from the hallway brushes over my bare legs as we near the doors, the change in temperature snapping my senses awake. I debate my decision all the way to the nightclub doors. Fuck the shit out of him? Who am I kidding? This is probably going to hurt, and I’ll end up regretting my life choices in the morning. But at least I won’t die a virgin and will have ticked off another one of life’s gifts that I promised myself I would do before turning twenty-nine.
Stephen steps out in front of me just as I’m about to hail a cab and gestures up the street. A car’s lights turn on before the black vehicle pulls up to the nightclub. Stephen reaches for the door and opens it for me.
“You have a car?” I ask.
“I have lots of things.” He grins and gestures for me to get in.
I look into the vehicle. It seems clean enough, and the driver is an elderly man who looks over his shoulder and gives me a friendly smile. I smile back, wondering how many other women Stephen has brought into this very vehicle over the years.
Probably more than he could count on his hands.
