My laugh is light as it bubbles out from between my lips. “Don’t forget, Damon, there was a time when we didn’t know each other either.” I pat his cheek to be extra condescending and walk away.
“Let’s go.” The horny rumble of Liam’s voice in my ear is a stark contrast to the pathetic whine of the boy trying to stop me from leaving.
I smile like a devil over my shoulder and ever-so-slightly lean into Liam. “Lead the way.”
Two
Liam
Flynn is fucking enigmatic. I don’t know what I was looking for when I waltzed into the bar after finalizing my divorce, but a celebratory fuck seems like a winning option.
Her energy is addictive and her sexuality is refreshing. She can’t be more than twenty-five, but I don’t give a fuck. I just got out of a shitty marriage I was trapped in for fifteen years. Tonight I can be a little selfish and have a good fucking time.
My sole whiskey didn’t do shit in terms of getting buzzed and I’m glad I nursed it for so long. I’m also glad Miranda and I separated over a year ago and I have a fan-fucking-tastic apartment with a stellar view.
Not so different from the erection inducing view in front of me now.
Flynn’s tight little body is wrapped in a black skin tight dress with a low V-neck and cut outs down the sides. It’s a scrap of fabric I could probably rip off her with ease and I just might.
Her long black hair is begging to be wrapped around my fist and I’m itching to have her exotic, tan little body writhe underneath me.
Her eyes are dilated with desire, the chestnut orbs hiding under heavy lids. Her plump lips are fuck-me red and I’m hoping the base of my cock will be wearing the same shade soon.
I lead her out of the club and the valet grabs my jet black Saab. I open the door for her even though I know damn well she’s not looking for a gentleman tonight.
“How far away is your place?” she asks after I climb into my seat. She’s turned to face me and makes no move to put on her seatbelt.
“Less than twenty minutes.”
“That’s too long.” I start the car as she reaches over, undoing my belt and the button on my pants. Thank fuck I’ve been hard since I saw her dancing with that nobody back there.
She reaches into my boxers and pulls my cock out of the front opening in my briefs. Without asking permission or waiting for a response, she bends down. Her hair tickles against my right arm, but the sensation is nothing compared to her breath hitting the head of my swollen dick. The wet heat has my balls slamming up into me, ready to burst already like I’m a fucking teenager all over again.
I’d only ever been with my wife and her cold void of a body became anything but tempting these last few years.
When my dick hits the back of Flynn’s throat, I lurch upright, causing my hand to jerk the steering wheel, moving us dangerously close to the oncoming lane of traffic. A car horn screams at us and Flynn fucking laughs.
“Careful, Liam. If you crash I might bite your dick off and what a shame that would be.” She clucks her tongue as her eyes bore up into mine. Her smirk eggs me on; I can be a dick if that’s how she wants to play this.
“Did I tell you you could stop? Suck.” I use one hand to push her head back down to my bobbing cock. She takes it eagerly, moaning like a porn star and sucking hard.
After ten minutes my balls are ready to burst. “You’re gonna have to stop now or be prepared to swallow, sweetheart.” She groans and takes me deeper. I let go, coming in her mouth while she slurps it all down.
“Mmm. You taste as good as you look, but next time you come, it better be in my pussy.” If it were possible for me to be hard again, I would be.
She tucks me back into my pants and straightens into her own seat as I pull into my parking garage. After I park, she hops out and struts her fine ass to the elevators, not bothering to wait for me.
Once we step into the car, she leans back against the wall and I hit the button for the eighteenth floor. Though I got off mere minutes ago and I’m still riding that high, I can sense the awkward tension in the air.
“So…what do you do?” My attempt to break the ice falls short and Flynn rolls her eyes.
“Please, we don’t have to make small talk and pretend to be interested in anything more than our genitalia.” Her lips are still swollen from taking my cock, but that doesn’t stop me from gripping her face and kissing her hard.
This girl doesn’t give a fuck about anything. She’s here to use me as much, if not more, as I plan to use her. It’s goddamn refreshing.
The elevator pings on my floor and I take her hand, leading her to my apartment. I open the door and she wanders in, kicking her shoes off in the entryway, not giving a shit where they land or if they hit anything. In the darkness, she’s drawn to the glass wall of windows showcasing the view of the city. Her dark hair is mussed and in the shadows, she’s nothing but a silhouette eclipsing the view.
She whistles and spins around, taking in my place. “Nice digs.” She waltzes over to the wet bar and flips open a glass to help herself to my favorite whiskey.
After pouring two fingers
