Joric
CHAPTER 1
Jordan
“Ugh, for fuck’s sake!”
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I let out a frustrated huff. With one eye closed, my mouth keeps popping open and fogging up the glass, making it fucking impossible to apply my false lashes without fucking up my eyeliner. Usually, I can apply lashes in the dark, but I’m running late and starting to sweat my foundation off.
This is what happens when you decide at the last minute that a quick nut-and-bolt is just what you need the night before a job interview. You know, for good luck. Finding a hookup in this city is not to be left to chance, though. Thankfully, I have it down to a fine art: arriving at least an hour after the bar gets busy, so that a few drinks have been had and inhibitions have been lowered, but not enough drinks to where sloppiness has set in. Which means my hookup window is now quickly closing, so I need to hit the road.
Standing back, I blow out a breath of relief and check my reflection one last time. With my lucky lashes in place, I am good to go. Killer six-inch spiked Louboutins—check. Tight black jeans I had to promise my firstborn to Lady Gaga to get into—check. Royal blue cold shoulder crop top with strings wrapped around my bare torso that give off shibari rope vibes—check. Now, let’s go hunting.
I’m sitting in the backseat of an Uber on my way to Jacks Bar it definitely does things to my dick. I watch his nostrils flare as my eyes flick to his mouth and back again. I don’t miss the way his muscles momentarily tense up. It’s like he's having to physically restrain himself from grabbing my ass and ripping off my jeans. Fuck, this guy is so hot.
Reaching blindly for my mojito to wet my dry mouth, I’m caught off guard when he grabs my hand and pulls me so that our chests are touching and we’re practically sharing air. He presses one thick thigh between my legs, offering me the friction my aching cock needs. An involuntary moan slips from my throat and he growls in response.
“You keep teasing me, Lashes, and I will make this perfect ass permanently red.” He rotates his thick thigh, pressing it harder against my bulge, making my eyes cross.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Dimples,” I whisper, pushing up on the toe of my heels to mouth the words against his jaw. I want him to know that while I love his aggressiveness, I am no submissive kitten. I squeeze his bicep, then let gravity take my hand to his abs, groaning as I feel the hardness under his shirt. “Holy fuck, you are going to look so good on your knees for me, Dimples.” I look in the direction of the bathrooms, then back at him, and the heat in his eyes tells me he’s on board.
“Lead the way, Lashes.” He smacks my ass with a playful smirk, giving me a preview of what could be on the cards for tonight. I wink at him just to see the primal need in his eyes. Moments like this are exactly why I do not do relationships. If I was all coupled up, I would never know how hard a stranger can get me just with a look.