17. Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
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I t was him!
I couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason how I knew, but something in the air told me. Maybe it was the warmth radiating from his body, the electric sensation of his touch or even the intoxicating scent that enveloped him. His voice, husky and filled with desire, stirred a deep longing within me. In that moment, I had never felt more turned on and wanted in my entire existence.
He bid a thousand dollars on me, while the other women got a few hundred. Who was this guy? And why did he want me out of all the women here?
Journey and Delilah said this was just about the night; the bar and a consent to having him drink a shot off my body. More things could happen if I wanted to—which, hell, I wanted them to. I was so fucking wet my skirt was getting really uncomfortable, and I worried that my deodorant just would not be enough.
I sensed the gentle tug of Journey and Delilah, their delicate touches pulling at my shoulders, urging me to lay on the bar. However, a resounding N o echoed from the male standing in front of me. I felt the weight of his thick, calloused hands as they trailed down my leg, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. The scent of his musk lingered before me as he wrapped his hand around my ankle, his fingers playfully toying with the strap of my shoe.
The crowd’s deafening roars filled the bar, the glasses clink and drinks were swiftly placed around me. Splashes of alcohol cascaded onto my legs and arms, leaving a sticky sensation. With a sudden jolt, he positioned the shoe beside my hip, prompting Anaki to release a startled yell, “Oh shit, this is completely unexpected!””
My muscles tightened as the man before me gently spread my thighs apart. His hand settled on the innermost region of my leg, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. I surrendered to the touch, and a gentle moan escaped my lips.
“You like that?” he whispered into my ear, his breath warm and tantalizing.
Surrounded by a roaring crowd, their cheers sounding like the roar of the ocean, my indifference remained unbroken. My attention remained fixated solely on this man, with his fingertips delicately exploring the tender flesh of my inner thigh, evoking an electrifying sensation that sent waves of bliss cascading through my body.
As his warm hand ventured higher, I was acutely aware of his thumb gently grazing the moist fabric of my underwear. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins, quickening my heartbeat and causing my breath to hitch. This long-awaited moment filled me with a sense of anticipation and desire that had consumed me all night.
Suddenly, I heard a commotion behind me. Journey and Delilah were arguing with Anaki about my consent. I heard them yelling my name over the music but I couldn’t focus on their words. I was too caught up in the rush of desire that was coursing through my body.
“It’s okay, it’s fine,” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
I could nearly feel the smile on the man in front of me. “Is it now? You trust me?”
“I trust I will get what I want,” I retorted. My heart was pounding, but it was not from fear. It was anticipation, excitement and something else – something darker, more primal.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm on my skin as he whispered, “Well, trust me when I say this, then: you and I will both get what we want.”
His scent was intoxicating, a blend of the outdoors and desire that was making me drunk. I could feel his breath on my neck, warm and heavy, a low, husky whisper against my skin.
“And, I don’t think one night is going to give me everything I need from you.”
Did he really think he was going to get one more night than this? I didn’t do more than one night—wasn’t my style.
“And what is it you want?” I asked, the timbre of my voice low and sultry, a promise of the pleasures to come. “What is it that you want from this?”
I was genuinely curious about what he wanted. This was supposed to be just a one-time deal, but his touch, his breath fanning my skin and the mystery of not seeing him, piqued my interest.
I couldn’t see his eyes with my blindfold, but my mind flashed a deep, dark green with gold flecks inside. I saw the hunger there, devouring me. With my senses heightened, I felt his fingers trace my dampened panties again.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “I want to taste you. Every inch of you. And, if I’m going to take my time with you, I’ll need more than just a night.”
His words sent a rush of heat straight to my pussy, and I felt myself melting against the bar, my body trembling. He was going to do it; he was going to follow through with his promise.
He pushed my skirt higher, and suddenly the crowd cheered even louder. I felt his warm tongue lick the inside of my parted thighs and I leaned my head back.
“Open!” Anaki shouted and placed a lime wedge into my mouth, the pulp facing out and tapped my chin to close my mouth.
Delilah screamed and gently tugged my shoulder. “He’s putting salt where he licked you, oh Goddess, that is so hot!”
My chest heaved, the sound around me becoming louder, the taste of the lime exploding in my mouth. And then, that was when I felt his hand wrap around my lower back and pull me towards him.
“Hang on there, Princess. I’m gonna take care of you.”
He leaned in, his hand reached behind my neck and pulled me into his lips. He sucked on the lime, but I felt the heat of his mouth. His nose brushed against my skin, and I was lit on fire. It was all I could do to sit up straight, and not moan and wither under him.
As he released his grip, a rush of air filled my lungs, and the warmth of his presence dissipated. Curiosity tingled within me, wondering where the alcohol would find its path. Suddenly, a sensation trickled down my leg, a cool liquid tracing a delicate path down my calf, eventually reaching my feet. His touch remained gentle, as he clasped my ankle softly. Then, in an unimaginable act, his lips enclosed around my toes, sending shivers down my spine.
“Total submission!” someone cried out.
The bar went wild, and for the first time in my life, my mind went blank.
He was tasting my feet.
He wasn’t shy; he was sucking and licking, and, it was so fucking hot to have a guy do that.
Suddenly, the blindfold came off and I was able to see the man who had my body tied up in knots. He’d got those dark green familiar eyes that I had pictured in my head, and his tongue was slowly licking up my leg. He reverently sucked on my ankle and gave me a wicked grin.
Holy fuck balls!
He slowly continued to lick the remnants of the alcohol up my leg until he reached my widely spread thighs. The salt was there, I looked at him and back at my leg and I nearly shook my head.
Nearly.
I wasn’t a quitter, and I wouldn’t get all shy just because I was in a bar.
He palmed his crotch and bit his lip as he lowered his head. He took long, slow licks and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. With each tantalizing lick, I imagined him just moving his tongue centimeters to the apex of my thighs—to lick just where I wanted it.
He took a deep breath, inhaling my scent, and then with a low growl, he pressed his mouth against my panties, his tongue licking the outside of my underwear.
He. Did. Not!
My body curved, my back arching as I pressed my heated core towards his eager mouth. My hands tightly clutched the cool edge of the bar, the sound of the bustling crowd fading into a distant hum. A soft, not at all embarrassing moan escaped my lips, blending with the roughness of the bar. His firm grip on my thigh sent shivers over my skin, while his daring finger slipped beneath the fabric of my skirt, effortlessly tearing my delicate lace underwear. The touch of his skilled tongue danced over my pulsating nub, igniting every inch of my hypersensitive skin, and unleashing a torrent of pleasure that drove me to the brink of madness.
I was lost in the sensations, my body writhing under his skilled touch. I glanced over at my friends, wondering how they were taking this turn of events. But I was quickly lost in the rhythm of his tongue when I came crashing down in a mind-blowing orgasm.
The biker stood with remnants of my arousal on his lips. He licked it clean as the patrons of the bar passed around more beers, excited about the entertainment. As I was getting over my orgasmic haze, he stood up, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Shit, what the hell was that?
And can we do it again?
Without a word, he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of the lime I had held there earlier, along with my arousal. His hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as our tongues danced together.
As our kiss deepened, the man slowly made his way down my body, palming my backside. I could feel my body responding, my nipples hardening under his touch and my arousal building with each whisper of his breath.
The crowd was wild, cheering him on as he continued his lovemaking using his mouth and tongue. I was lost in the moment's ecstasy, my body writhing under his skilled touch.
I pushed him away, the heat of the moment being far too much. There were people here, and if he didn’t stop now, I’d probably fuck him on the bar.
“Too much, Princess?” He gave me a crooked smile that would have made my panties melt if I had some.
“Never,” I panted. “Just figured you might need a moment.”
He raised his eyebrow, then cupped my face and gazed at me like I was something precious, and not just a fuck buddy for the evening. It was a feeling I wasn’t sure I liked or not.
“Funny, you weren’t worried about me complaining when my head was between your thighs.”
My face heated and I pushed him away. “I was caught up in the moment! I never thought a man would ever do that in front of his friends.” I smiled.
“There are a lot of things I’ll do in front of people to show off my claim.” His face went dark. “And I mean a lot more.” The darkness from his face faded and he pretended to bite my shoulder as I laughed. “And—you should smile more. It suits you.”
I pushed down my skirt and threw a lock of hair over my shoulder. “Hey, don’t let this smile fool you. I can go from zero to fuck everybody up, real quick.”
“Princess, you are speaking my language. I like a woman with fire.”
“Funny, I thought you like women’s toes the best.”
The man pouted his lips and nodded. “Only certain toes, and let me tell you, you have perfect toes. I wouldn’t mind sucking on them later.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I playfully shoved him again.
We both laughed, but our eyes never left each other. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was dangerous, that much I knew. He had it written all over his face, the scars on his hands and his arms. He was trouble, but my body wasn’t getting the message.
When the silence became thick I realized this stranger had me completely under his spell. He was not only a master of pleasure, but also knew how to make me feel comfortable and desired.
Maybe it was the booze, or maybe I just needed a good time. But I needed something, and this guy was going to give it to me.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, our bodies pressing against each other. “Take me to your bed,” I whispered, my voice breathy and husky.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk on his face. “Are you sure you can handle this? I’m an animal in bed.” He laughed at his own joke.
I snorted. “Yes,” I replied, never more certain of anything in my life. “Just promise me we won’t stop until we’re both completely satisfied.”
He nodded; his eyes filled with a fire that mirrored my own. “What the princess wants, the princess gets.”
I shimmied my skirt down my leg. My face reddened at what the hell I just let happen. He smirked, holding out his hand and helping me off the bar. We made our way through the crowd who were cheering us on as we left. We stepped onto the metal spiraling stairs, and once we reached the top you could see the entire bar. It was the perfect view to see everyone partying. The dancing, the drinking, the laughter, I had come to love every part of this place—but I still had a nagging feeling in the back of my mind.
My own family. My flesh and blood. I still needed to save them. One night; just one night, then back to work.
My mystery man - I still didn’t know his name - led me down a corridor full of doors; apartments I realized, and he jiggled the door handle to the first one. He pushed it open and shoved me inside, pressing me against the wall and slamming his lips against mine.
The door shut with a slam, but the bass of the music outside vibrated within the walls. My toe-licking male groaned into my mouth as his hands roamed up and down my body until they rested on my ass. He massaged and squeezed, feeling the fullness of my backside.
“Fuck, this is the best ass I have ever seen or felt. I can’t wait to bury my face in it.”
Oh, an ass man. Finally!
His sharp teeth pierced through my tender lip, sending a jolt of pain that made me release a throaty, pleasure-filled groan. In that moment, it was as if a switch had been flipped, transforming him into an entirely different being. Gone was his gentle and playful nature; now, he exuded an intense forcefulness, like a primal creature driven by raw instinct. Every movement he made was harsh and unyielding, his determination palpable in the air around us. The scene was charged with a mix of excitement, pain and the musky scent of our bodies blended in this wild encounter.
And I was here for it.
He wasted no time taking off my top. He didn’t comment on the bra I wore and how it had to hold up my heavy breasts. He gazed at them with such intensity I swore the bra would melt at his stare. “I’ve been waiting to hold you beautiful girls,” he spoke to my breasts, as he unclasped the front. They fell in front of me, and he was there to hold them, while he groaned in happiness.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, all mine. Shit, Emm, I’m gonna come in my pants, right now.”
I wasn’t a crier but, hell, did it feel good to have a guy tell me how much he loved my body? The stubble on his cheek grazed my sensitive nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. The barbell clicked against his teeth and I grabbed his hair, pushing his face further into my chest, like he could take the whole thing in his mouth.
“Easy, or I’m gonna hump your leg,” he mumbled, and I laughed.
He traced my nips and bit between the two breasts; biting hard
Unlike most men, he didn’t only care for my curves, he relished my thick thighs and my large breasts. He buried himself in them and touched every single inch of my body as he worshiped, kissed, nipped me.
He released his grip, yet rather than undressing me further, he focused solely on my ample chest. With a feverish intensity, he traced his fingertips along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of mixed pleasure with a hint of pain, as he gently sank his teeth into my flesh, imprinting his ownership upon my breasts.
The teeth marks, the hickies and scratches, and the pain that came with them, all raised my pleasure higher. I wanted more; I wanted to see him and I wanted to touch him.
He took a hard bite around my throat. I squealed out in pain, arching my back. He paused, staring to check if I was okay, but the only word that would escape me was, more.
More bites, more scratches. Hell, I wanted him to slap my skin and leave marks, and if there was a next time, maybe I would tell him all my fantasies because it seemed like he was more in tune with my body than anyone else ever was.
“Perfect; every inch of you. I haven’t even thrown you on the bed, yet.” He lowered himself and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his prominent erection and my mouth watered.
Oh shit, he was large. Dare I say, he could surpass The Prolapser.
I gyrated my hips, rubbing my pussy across his cock, and he sucked on my neck hard. “Princess, you can’t be doing that, yet.”
“Why is there a schedule?” I giggled.
He laid me down on the bed, my breasts bouncing as he crawled on top of me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips.
“As crazy as it sounds, yes, there is a schedule,” he curled his lip into a smile. “And I’m very particular in what order I have my meal.”
I shook my head, rubbing one of the bruises he’d left on my chest. “You’re crazy.”
He chuckled, “I’ve been told that a time or two.”