Prologue
PROLOGUE
FRENCHIE
As I sit at the bar with Angel, she strokes my thigh in a small, circular motion. I shift my position slightly and take a sip of my whiskey and Coke. Angel leans back in her seat, her gaze meeting mine in a way that makes me feel like she can see right through me, which is scary but also something I don’t particularly like. I like to keep things close to the vest.
"So, what are we going to do about this, Frenchie?" she asks with a low and steady voice. She has one of those voices I would listen to her read the phone book to me, and I can feel my cock growing in my jeans.
As I swallow my drink, I’m praying she isn’t going to ask if we are serious. "About what?" I manage to speak as calmly as possible.
"This." She slowly moves her hand up my thigh and gently cups my dick through my jeans.
I hiss and glance around to see if anyone notices what’s happening. “Well, I guess the question of the hour is, what do you want to do about it?” I smirk at her because I know how much of a voyeur she can be. I hit the lotto with her because she is a wildcat in bed.
Angel's grin mirrors my own, a mischievous glint shining in her purple colored-contacts. "I thought you'd never ask," she whispers, leaning closer. The warmth of her breath tickles my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and goosebumps down my arms.
Before I could respond the bartender stops and asks me if I want another drink, which eases the tension between us. Angel pulls away but keeps her hand close to my now semi-hard cock. She takes a sip of her drink and never looks away from me. "I want to have some fun tonight," she says, her voice dripping with desire. "Are you in, Frenchie?"
"Fun sounds like something I definitely am looking for Angel," As I try to match her intensity, she always had a way of pulling me in and making my head spin.
With a sly grin, she licks her lips and whispers, "Let's slip away to the bathroom." She winks at me, waiting for my reaction. The air between us crackles with electricity, thick with desire and unspoken words.
My heart races with anticipation. I know how much of a wildcat Angel is. "Lead the way," I tell her, flashing her my trademark megawatt smile.
Angel slides off her bar stool, her eyes locks on mine as she heads toward the back of the bar. I follow, my mind racing with excitement and a hint of worry because let's face it, getting busted would mean big trouble. But oh, the thrill was worth it.
Sneaking into the bathroom, we squeeze ourselves into a small stall. Angel wastes no time locking the door and pulling me close by fisting my T-shirt. The cramped space amplifies every movement and breath.
"Are you sure about this?" I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I look into her intense purple eyes. I am definitely sure, but I want to confirm we are still on the same page.
Without speaking, Angel kisses me fiercely and pulls at my belt with desperation. I kiss her back, crushing my lips hard against hers. Our tongues battle against each other and then she sucks my tongue into her mouth like she was trying to claim every part of me.
She unzips my pants and her small hand dips inside my boxers to grab my cock. She strokes slowly, her touch electrifying, and I can’t help the groan escaping my lips. The sound echoes slightly, reminding me that we are in a public place.
Angel chuckles softly. "Quiet now, we wouldn't want to get caught, would we?" she teases, her breath hot against my neck as she continues her slow
Angel presses her body even closer, the heat between us almost unbearable in the confined space. I can feel the adrenaline pumping, the thrill of the moment overtaking any sense of caution I had left.
"Just you and me, Frenchie," she murmurs against my lips. Her voice is barely a whisper, but it sends another wave of desire through me.
Her fingers tighten their grip, and that’s all it takes for me to snap out of my lust filled haze. Using my size, I switch positions so Angel is now pressed against the cold bathroom wall. The sudden cold makes her gasp, a sound swallowed by our kissing. My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve through her clothes with so much need.
I take my hands and grip her ass to lift her up as her legs circle my waist. Angel nips at my lower lip, "You're mine tonight," I whisper against her lips.
All I can hear is her moan saying yes and she tightens her grip around my waist, drawing me closer. I reach down and find her with no panties on, so taking my cock in my hand I rub it between her wet folds and then in one single movement, I slowly enter her.
"More," she breathes out, her voice a mix of command and plea. It’s all the encouragement I need.
I thrust deeper, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping for air. Each movement brings a wave of pleasure, crashing over us relentlessly. Angel's fingers dig into my shoulders, her nails slightly scraping my skin in her grip. I can feel the familiar tingle up my spine and I reach down to tease her clit. “Damn, your tight little pussy is gonna make me come.”
“Just fuck me, Frenchie, I’m almost there.” Angel moans and it almost sounds desperate as I feel her pussy clench around me and that’s all it takes for me to come so hard I swear I see stars.
Suddenly, there's a sharp knock on the door. "Everything all right in there?" A voice from outside pierces through our bubble.
A mischievous grin crosses Angel’s face. "Just give us a minute!" she calls out, her voice coated with an edge of thrill.
When we hear the footsteps retreat, and we quickly fix our clothes and clean up. Angel fixes her hair in the mirror, her smirk never fading as she glances at me through the reflection. "That was...exhilarating," she says, her voice still full of excitement.
“Yeah, I guess we better get out of here before they send backup to check on us," I reply, offering her my arm with a grin. We exit the bathroom, trying to look as nonchalant as possible despite the knowing looks we receive from a couple of patrons at the bar.