“Savanna, is it?” He licked his lips and bit down hard.
“Yes, sir. I am in town on a visit.”
“Is that so? Well I’m Clayton.” He extended his hand to mine. Once my hand was firmly in his grasp, he pulled me in close to him, wrapping his other arm around the small of my back to scoot my chair close, right in between his legs.
“Nice touch, changing your name, Joey. It’s sexy.” He kissed right under my ear on the nape of my neck.
Chills. Fast electrifying chills coursed throughout my hungry body.
“Wanna get out of here, Clayton?” The new name felt bitter and exciting escaping my mouth as our fingers intertwined.
Tonight is going to be fun.
He helped me off my stool. Even in my six-inch heeled boots, he was still a good five inches taller than me. His face was stubble-ridden from his late night work meetings and early mornings at wherever-the-hell-he-worked, but his dark hair was trimmed perfectly into a military style crew cut. I figured him to be an ex-marine, but our relationship never got to details like that. I knew he worked out a lot, had no tattoos, and loved extra dry martinis. That his kiss was enchanting and he fucked like a sex god on steroids. That he lived in some suburb of Boston, but was from Florida originally. That his real name was Seth Roberts. And that’s it.
He knew my first name, how to make me weak at the knees and come within seconds. He knew what building I lived in and that I worked as a freelance photographer.
The casual nature of our relationship made it easy to not get too attached, but I was addicted. He was a drug that I barely got to play with but craved most nights. And right then he was going to be mine.
We started to head out of the bar, passing Finn. “Bye, Will.” I smirked at him as a questioning look crossed his face, making me giggle a little to myself.
He’s a rodeo I’d love to ride.
The martini was starting to get to me; even one and I was a little tipsy. They called people like me two beer queers where I came from, but I didn’t mind being a lightweight.
We walked through the marble lobby, got in the elevator, and attacked.
Seth pressed me up against the mirrored wall, pulling my leg onto his hip. He lightly bit from my collar bone to my chin while I slowly rubbed his growing erection. He growled into my neck, making my clit pulse with need.
“God, it’s been too long.” I huffed into his ear as he reached up my tank top and under my bra, tugging on my nipples just the way I loved it.
The elevator slowed, forcing us to pull away from each other until we were behind the closed door of his suite.
I went right to the bed, slipped off my boots, and stripped down to my bra and panties.
Seth groaned as he watched me slowly undress from the other side of the bed where he was already standing in his birthday suit, stroking his erect member leisurely. “Put your boots back on. Never leave them off, Jolene. Never.”
“Yes, sir.” I did as he asked then got on my knees on the bed, staring right at him. I slowly started to massage my breasts over the lace, playing with my nipples, watching how his dick pulsed in reaction.
“You like that?”
He nodded.
“And this?” I ran my middle finger under my panties, over my soaking clit, slowly biting my lower lip out of sheer pleasure. A low rumble came from the back of his throat.
“Fuck. You’re so damn hot. Come here.”
I got off the bed, went around to where he stood, and did what he wanted before he could speak the words.
I took his girthy nine inches into my mouth until it painfully stabbed the back of my throat.
His fingers curled into my hair, pulling my head back. “Look at me. The. Whole. Time.” He thrust into me and I gagged, never breaking eye contact.
His cock felt so good.
Hurt so bad.
I loved it.
