“Two very strong waters,” I finally answer, with a raise of my eyebrow. “I was waiting for someone to buy me a drink and call me pretty.”
“Well, in that case, how about I call you pretty fucking hot and offer you a ride to my place?” He grins purposefully, revealing those damn dimples that I just can’t resist. It’s all I need to shove back my stool, almost knocking it over in my haste. My lack of chill is sexy, and you can’t tell me otherwise.
Following Eric out of the bar and over to his Audi R8 really should cause me to have a niggle of doubt. In all truth, this is a terrible idea, but I have decided to throw it into the fuck-it bucket. This man and the cock he is rocking are things that don’t come around that often. There is no jury of my peers that would condemn me for riding that stallion. An image of Eric on all fours while I straddle his back assaults my brain and has me snickering to myself.Giddy up, horsey.
The sound of a throat clearing brings me out of that weird scenario and back to reality. New kink unlocked? Maybe. It’s only then I realize we have made it to the car. Like the gentleman he is, Eric is holding open the passenger door for me, looking at me like I've lost my damn mind as I’m laughing to myself. Somehow, I don’t think he would appreciate my little fantasy. Although…
“How do you feel about horseplay?” I ask, watching him as he practically chokes on his saliva before bursting out laughing. “Never mind. Let's go, Dimples. We ride at dawn.”
CHAPTER 6
Eric
I waste absolutely zero time getting Lashes to my condo and into my bedroom. Yes, ‘Lashes’—I’m not ready to call him Jordan yet. Somehow in my head I can compartmentalize the ethics of what we are doing if I don’t use his actual name.Thatcan be saved for the office.
My eyes are fixated on him as I tug off his blouse, revealing unblemished, creamy skin. Not a mark or a tattoo insight. He is so beautiful. Moving my hands down to tug open his dress pants, my lips taste the skin on his collarbone as my fingers slide down the zip. I keep my eyes locked on his, not wanting to miss any of his pleasure as I lick my way to his hardened nipple. His body feels so petite in my large hands, and there’s something about the contrast of my rough skin against his soft canvas… fuck, it’s driving me crazy.
“Turn around. Let me unwrap this gift,” I demand, my voice almost unrecognizable. Have I ever been this turned on before? Actually yes—last night. I drop to my knees behind him. This is a gift indeed. I never thought I would see this guy again, but clearly, fate had other ideas. I ain’t about to waste a fucking second of this opportunity. For all I know, Lashes could pull the brakes and I’ll never get to go here again. The sense of urgency hits me once more, and I pull down his dress pants to reveal his lace panties: purple this time, with strands of glitter woven into the fabric. Unable to help myself, I land an open-palmed smack on his perky ass cheek, using my other hand to press down on his lower back until his body bends and I have much better access to my late night snack…
“These are very pretty panties, Lashes. I’m sorry…” I growl against the side of his hip, laying kisses on his skin there. Not wanting to give him time to question my apology, I grip the fabric and tug hard until I hear the tell-tale sound of the material giving way. Given the gasps and groans coming from him, I can see he’s more than fine with a little caveman behaviour. I’m confident that by the time I'm done with him he won’t even remember his own name, let alone that I ripped his undergarments.
Wanting an unobstructed view of his puckered asshole, I take both hands and spread those perfect cheeks, sparing only a brief moment to admire the entire image Jordan is presenting me with: completely naked and bent at the waist. His hands are braced against my dresser, his head already thrown back in anticipation. Part of me wants to make him wait. To tease him and make him beg for it. But the other part aggressively needs to taste this man again. To devour him whole and ruin him for others. So, no matter how much I want to savor this moment, I just don't have it in me to slow down. I need to be inside him.
The first lap of my tongue against his hole is like a return to nirvana. A primal growl escapes my throat and I dive in for more. Licking and sucking at his pucker, I soften it up before sliding in one spit-soaked finger. Jesus, the sounds he’s making are practically pornographic. My dick is trying to hammer its way out of my pants, but there is no fucking chance I’m gonna take my hands off Lashes to free it from its confinement.
“Fuck, Dimples… Fuck,more… Give me two,” he whines, pushing back onto my hand. I smirk against his still-red ass cheek, before biting down on the flesh and pushing in a second finger just to feel him clench in surprise. His thighs are starting to shake now. I don’t want him to come just yet, but I need him to be ready. Pushing my digits in and out and scissoring them apart, I watch his hole loosen up, listening to his cries of pleasure every time I brush against his prostate. He’s fucking beautiful like this.
"Please, Eric. Fuck... please!" I’m not even sure he knows what he’s begging for, but I do. He needs more. He wants to be filled, to be owned. By me.
Pulling my fingers out of his ass and dropping one last kiss there, I stand up behind him and make quick work of my belt and pants, letting my raging hard cock spring out and slap audibly against my abdomen. Jordan makes a move to turn around, to try and drop to his knees for me, but we are so far past that now.
“Stand right there like a good boy,” I mutter as I bite his earlobe, making sure to press my body against his back so he can feel the scratch of my shirt buttons and know that my need for him far outweighs the need to get naked.
Quickly grabbing a bottle of lube and a condom from my drawer, I throw them on the bed and move back behind him. I can see his chest rising and falling as he takes hurried breaths. He is as turned on and worked up as I am. Maybe I’m not so alone in this crazy chemistry.
I lean in close again and start to drop kisses along his shoulder blades. My hand moves around his hip, caressing his skin, and I smirk when I feel his muscle tighten as I glide over a ticklish spot. Maybe I will be lucky enough to have a chance to explore every inch of him thoroughly. Taking a grip of his cock, I squeeze the base to make sure he isn't on a hair-trigger. His head rolls back to rest against my chest, his expressive chestnut coloured eyes barely open as he lets out soft whimpers of desire at my touch.
“I want to watch you ride me, Lashes. Can you do that for me?”
JORDAN
I’ve never met a man as obsessed with rimming as Eric fucking Smith. This man eats ass like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. My legs are shaking and the very tips of my hair are vibrating with need. Just feeling the material of his shirt against my back and knowing he couldn’t even wait to take off his clothes before mauling me makes this even fucking hotter. I had no intention of ever finding Dimples again. Even when I stood in Eric's office face-to-face with him, I had no intention of us hooking up again. In fact, I was certain it would never happen, because I wanted the job. Well, look at me now: Slutty McSlutface at it once more with a serious lack of fucks to give.
I watch over my shoulder as Eric pushes off his pants and boxers before pulling off his shirt. I might be mistaken, but I think I heard buttons pinging off the hardwood floor. Turning around fully just in time to see him lying his big tattooed body down on the bedcovers, I marvel at the way his massive dick stands tall and waves at me. I glance up quickly and notice the smirk on Eric's face. It’s obvious he knows what I'm thinking, or maybe the drool dripping down my chin is a dead giveaway. Jesus, this man is hot. Like, molten lava hot.
Not wanting to waste another moment, I pounce onto the bed, spreading my legs over his hips and moaning as my dick slides against his. If I wasn’t so fucking pent-up I could happily just rub against him until I come between us, but since Dimples prepped me so well and I can still feel the loss of his magic fingers inside me, it’s imperative that I sit on this hard cock. I’ll be a cowboy one way or another tonight.
Leaning down, I lower my face till it’s close to his, smirking as he stretches his neck to bring our lips together. I don’t kiss my hookups—even ones as good as Dimples—so I slip my hand to the side, grabbing the lube and quickly spreading some on my ass. Locking eyes with Dimples, I grip the base of his cock and guide it to my hole.
“Ready, boss?” I joke playfully, before impaling myself on his full length.
It feels like I’ve had the wind knocked out of me. That first bite of pain as I stretch around his fat cock has me gasping for breath and grasping at my thighs. I usually pride myself on my rodeo skills, but fuck—this is a big fucking bull. Bracing my hands on the wide expanse of his chest, I take a moment to adjust, but it seems Mr Big Dick Smith has other ideas.
“Fuuuck, you feel so fucking good! So tight, so hot.” His words come out in a grunt as he grips my hips, plants the soles of his feet on the mattress, and begins fucking up into me so hard I almost hit the ceiling. Topping from the bottom wouldn't even cover it. I’m squealing like a pig as he hammers into me relentlessly. This ride is hands-free and fucking dangerous. At this rate, I’m going to come so hard I'll pass out. He is a fucking machine.
“You’re gonna make me come! Fuck, Dimples, don’t stop!” I beg, as I grab hold of his sexy forearms and dig my nails into his skin. I feel like a rag doll. Like I weigh absolutely nothing and have zero control of my body. I fucking love it. Rolling back my head, I let go and allow him to do whatever he wants to me.
“Gahh, yes, that's it, Lashes. Your pretty little hole is taking my cock so fucking good, but don’t you dare come. Not until I tell you.” He emits his words in a growl, but it’s drowned out by the rhythmic slapping of our skin. When his hand wraps around my throat to force my gaze back to meet him, I feel my balls draw up tight, threatening to do the exact opposite of his demand. His fucking filthy mouth has a direct link to my balls.
