38. Quiet, Zoe
Quiet, Zoe
Leo
I need to remember how different our lives have been.
While I spent the early part, in fact, all of my twenties picking up women for meaningless sex, Zoe spent the first four years married and the next few in mourning. She hasn’t had a lot of the experiences that most women her age have had. I want to give her those.
It may mean a little role-play, but hey, that’s nothing I haven’t done before.
I watch as she walks into the bar and sits on one of the bar stools. The couple who were the object of her attention a few moments ago walk hand in hand toward the elevators, and I can’t help the half-smile I give the guy when he meets my eye.
The bartender takes Zoe’s order, then starts to make her cocktail, and I wait, watching as she is served her drink, and takes a sip before I make my way over.
‘Hi,’ I say, standing next to her and leaning my forearm on the bar. She turns to look up at me and smiles.
‘Hi.’
‘Mind if I sit here?’
She realizes what I’m doing, and I watch as a flicker of amusement gives way to excitement.
‘Um, no, not at all.’
Sitting down, I raise my hand to call the bartender over.
‘Can I get you another one of those?’ I point to Zoe’s glass, and she nods.
‘Yes, please. Thank you.’
‘Hey, can I get a scotch, please, and another of what the lady is drinking?’
The bartender moves away to get the drinks, and I turn my attention back to Zoe.
‘I’m Leo.’ I hold out my hand, and she takes it.
‘Zoe.’
I nod, half-smiling in the way I know she likes.
‘So, Zoe, what brings you to Atlanta tonight?’
She turns on her chair so that she’s fully facing me.
‘Um, I’m just passing through, actually, heading out tomorrow.’ I tip my head, showing her my interest. ‘What about you?’
‘Same. Just passing through.’ The bartender puts down our drinks, and I give our room number to add them to a bill. He must realize it’s the same one Zoe gave as he looks between us, confused, before walking away. ‘So, you just passing through, alone?’
She nods, taking a sip of her drink. ‘I am, you?’
‘Yeah, completely alone.’ I take a sip of my drink but hold her eye contact, then trace my tongue across my bottom lip, watching as her eyes zero in on the movement. Fuck, this is great fucking foreplay, but I need to pick this up a little, give her the full experience. ‘You feel like joining me for something to eat, Zoe? Or maybe we could just,’ I look behind me, getting the lay of the land and internally fist pump when I spot the more private tables and booths in the back of the bar, ‘get a little privacy.’
‘Why would we need privacy?’ she asks, her voice breathy, and I stand, leaning in close to her ear.
‘Because I can see the way you’re pressing your thighs together, and I can’t make you come at the bar.’
The sharp intake of breath goes straight to my dick, and I turn to walk away.
Standing by one of the booths, I stop and turn to watch Zoe gather herself, then slide from the stool, and, carrying the full cocktail glass, she walks toward me. I step back to let her slide in and sit beside her, getting close and putting my drink down next to hers.
‘That’s a pretty dress you’re wearing, Zoe,’ I say as I run my fingers over her knee and start to trail them up her thigh. ‘Open your legs, baby.’
‘Leo, we can’t…’ She gasps as my fingers slip under the black fabric of her dress.
‘As far as anyone can see, you and I are just getting to know each other a little better.’ She glances past me to see nobody is giving us a second glance. ‘As long as you can stay quiet, that won’t change.’ My fingers drift higher and brush against the damp material of her panties and her lips part. ‘Are you going to be quiet for me, Zoe?’
She holds my gaze with hers and nods. She looks like she’s fucking starving for my touch, and I want to give her everything she needs and more.
I massage my fingers over the top of her panties, feeling her slickness spreading to the tops of her thighs. Fuck, I can smell her arousal, and I’m dying to bury my face between her legs and make them shake.
‘So, where are you headed tomorrow?’ I ask as I move her panties aside and slide my fingers through her wetness, and she snaps her lustful gaze to me. I’m holding a conversation above the table and working her pussy with my fingers below it.
‘Um, I…’ the rise and fall of her chest as she tries to focus makes my dick twitch. I fuckin’ love this game. ‘I don’t, um…’
I slide my fingers down, dipping two inside her before dragging the silky moisture upwards and circling her clit.
‘ Oh ,’ Zoe moans softly.
‘Quiet, Zoe, or I’ll have to stop. We don’t want to get kicked out of here, do we?’ She shakes her head, no. ‘Good girl. Now spread those legs a little more, and shuffle your ass to the edge of the seat.’
She does as I say, and I smile, pleased with her.
‘I can’t believe a woman like you doesn’t have a brooding jealous man waiting somewhere to kick my ass for looking at you.’ I push two fingers into her, and head lolls forward a little. ‘You sure you’re single?’
She takes three deep breaths and turns her smile on me. That’s my girl.
‘Yes. I’m completely single.’
I fuck her slowly with my fingers and bring the pad of my thumb up to press her clit, and she trembles as she tries to hold on.
‘Good, so can I get your number?’
‘I don’t know,’ she pants and flares her nostrils, ‘I mean, is it worth it, if we’re both going in different directions tomorrow?’
‘How about this then…’ I lean in close to her ear again, breathing her in as I pull my fingers out of her and circle her clit harder, faster, loving the soft mewls of pleasure that she tries to hold in. ‘I make you come, right here, right now, and then just for tonight, we head in the same direction, up . Come up to my room, Zoe.’
‘Yes.’ She gasps, and smiling, I lean in to kiss her, swallowing her moans as she trembles and tightens, coming on my fingers.
I practically drag Zoe by the hand to the elevators, thanking all that is good and holy when the doors close and we’re alone in the car so I can push her against the mirrored wall and kiss the hell out of her. By the time we make it to the room, we’re breathless and desperate, clawing at each other’s clothes wildly. I need her, she needs me, and there’s no greater feeling.
Naked and needy, Zoe practically climbs up my body, and I lift her. Man, I love that she’s so small — wrapping her body around mine is my favorite thing in the world. I carry her to the bed, my mouth on hers the whole time, and lay her down, coming to rest on top of her and kissing her jaw, neck, and collarbone.
‘ Leo, please …’
Okay, I’m done. With a growl of raw, intense passion for this woman, I pull back to look into her eyes as I spread her legs wide and push inside. As her tightness wraps around me, squeezing me, shooting pleasure out across my whole body, I know, without doubt, like I never knew it before, this is what I want, this is who I want, for the rest of my life.