“Thanks for the drink,” she says.
“I’m happy to order you another round.” He smiles at her while his arm remains wrapped around me.
She shakes her head.
Peter turns to me. “Which do you prefer? Sex on the beach or a sloe comfortable screw?”
I reach for the sloe comfortable screw and raise the glass to him. “To an evening of fun.”
His eyes lock with mine. “I’ll drink to that.”
“Well, I need to go. I have a date with a beautiful blond pussy with an amazing tongue.” Chrissy picks up her bag and winks at Peter. She’s talking about her cat, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Thanks for the blowjob.”
“Any time, Maddy.” He reaches for her hand and kisses her knuckles.
Chrissy turns and gives me a quick hug. “I want a text later tonight to verify if it’s one sock or two.” She steps back and stares at his package. “I’m guessing two.”
I pick up the sloe comfortable screw and take a deep pull. I need to cool off.
“So, tell me more about you.” Peter’s whisper in my ear makes my nipples pebble.
Damn, this man is becoming my kryptonite.
I shrug. “There’s not much to tell. I work at the hospital as a surgical nurse. What about you? What gets a man a black American Express card?”
He signals the bartender and points to our drinks, asking for a second round. “I suppose…” He doesn’t look at me. “…a solid idea that someone is foolish enough to buy.”
I’m not interested in his money, so I won’t push. I can relate, given that my partially formed idea will be bought tomorrow for ten million dollars. But I’m not telling him that. He thinks I’m a naughty nurse.
“You must be very thirsty to be ordering another round so quickly.”
He leans in, and I can smell his pine scent. I like it. “I’m ready to show you that I don’t stuff my pants with socks, and I, too, have a wicked tongue.”
With over a million people living in less than seven square miles, I have two choices: I can go home to Bob—again, or I can take this fine specimen of a man up on his offer. If he doesn’t have a sock in his pants, he may be more than I can take.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I ask.
“There’s a hotel just across the street.”
“I was thinking the coatroom,” I suggest. I don’t want to spend the night with him. I just want a quick and thorough fuck.
He nuzzles my neck. “I like the way you’re thinking.”
The bar has a coatroom that’s heavily used during colder seasons, but given that the May weather is perfect tonight, there’s nothing going on. It’s a large closet, with a bench and a mirror. It might be fun, and a bit adventurous.
I grab Peter by the hand and lead him to the closet, and the door isn’t shut behind me before his lips are on mine. His tongue is aggressive as it probes my mouth.
I’m dizzy with desire. I can’t be sure, but I think this man just kissed my lips off.
I step back and try to regain some composure. “I want to see your cock.”
“I promise you will, but first, it’s all about you.” Turning me around to face the mirror and bending me over the bench, he pushes my skirt up and looks at me as he caresses my ass. Then he bends down and licks the insides of my thighs, which are glistening wet already.
Yanking my panties down, he spreads my legs apart. I can see him behind me in the mirror. He’s watching me, too, as he puts his fingers deep into my pussy, sliding them in, nice and easy. It feels good. I begin to breathe heavy, small moans escaping my mouth.
“You’re so tight. Do you like that?”
I nod, enjoying his thumb strumming my clit while his fingers rub my g-spot.
He smacks my right ass cheek, and it stings. He’s made me want this, and I’m powerless to stop my body from responding.
He’s fucking me with his hands, and he pushes my hair off my neck, caressing the hollow of my throat with one thumb as he bangs me from behind. I press myself into his hand, my legs open, and my hands holding the bench and wall to keep me steady.
His tongue is everywhere, inside me, on my clit, licking my thighs. He winds his hand around in my hair and pulls. He arches my back deeply and then puts his fingers inside me again, not just banging, but more like he’s feeling me from the inside. My orgasm hits quickly, and my legs quiver.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
He licks up my cum as it leaks down my legs. “It’s sweet nectar.” He holds my head in one hand and puts the fingers of his other hand into my mouth so I can taste myself.
I comply and suck his fingers.
“You’re so sexy,” he rasps.
I want to see if he’s genuinely as big as I think he is. I get down in front of him on my knees. I reach up and unbutton his jeans, looking at him the whole time.
There’s no sock; he’s just big. I free the hard rod from his pants—the purple head glistening with pre-cum and the veins bulging. I’ve only seen cocks this
