Chapter 5
SILAS
Two hours of flirting and a few more shots of tequila later, I led Eve down the dim hallway with her small hand in mine.
The music and other bar patrons were left behind.
I passed the restrooms. No way was I fucking a woman in a bathroom stall.
My dick might be hard for the upcoming quickie, but I had some standards.
I tried the handle on the next door. Locked. I went to the last one, twisted the knob. It opened and I pulled her inside.
She giggled, a sign we were both a little drunk. A little. Buzzed. Enough to let our inhibitions down but not too much where we’d have hangovers and regrets in the morning.
I reached out, flicked a light switch. Perfect. An office. I turned us around and pressed her into the door. Her eyes widened, and so did her smile, when it clicked shut behind her.
“You still want this?” I asked, stroking her soft cheek. Her dark hair brushed her shoulder and I tucked it back. It was one thing to sit at a bar and talk about fucking each other, it was another for me to sink balls deep in a back office without getting more than her name.
When you squirm on your stool like that, I have to wonder if your pussy’s achy.
God, what is it about you? I need… I–
You need to come?
Yes.
I’ll make you come. How do you want it? Dick? Mouth?
Dick. I definitely want that dick.
I’d never forget that sentence as long as I lived. I definitely want that dick.
As if she knew it personally.
I hopped off my stool and tugged her down the hall.
Now, closed in this back office together, I waited for confirmation she was still all in.
I wanted her, but I wasn’t an asshole.
She bit her lip for a second as her gaze raked over me, then nodded. Her hands went to the back of my neck to tug me down–since I was at least six inches taller. “Kiss me.”
I did. Fuck, yes.
I sank into the kiss. Into her. My hands roamed, felt her soft curves beneath her dress.
When my lips grazed her jaw and down her neck, she was panting and her hands moved to my belt. She was an aggressive little thing. Needy.
“You wet?” I asked, holding still as she pushed my jeans low on my hips, reaching in and taking a firm grip on my dick.
“I knew it,” she said, but I was too far gone to wonder what she knew. That I was big? That I was hard for her? That–
“Fuck,” I muttered, my eyes falling closed, when she gave it a good, hard pump.
“I’m wet,” she answered finally.
I blinked, took in her aroused gaze. The plump, kiss-swollen lips. “Show me.”
Unfortunately, she had to let go of me to pull up her flirty dress, the one that had ridden up her thigh every time she shifted in her barstool earlier.
This woman wasn’t shy. When her pink panties were revealed, she slipped two fingers beneath the gusset and sunk them deep.
“Fuck, Eve.” Pre-cum seeped from the tip of my dick. I wanted to replace those fingers right fucking now. That had me pulling out my wallet and grabbing a condom. The only way this was moving forward was if I was wrapped.
She held her fingers up. “See?” The tips were glistening. I grabbed her wrist and licked the wetness off.
“So fucking sweet.”
Her eyes widened and when I let her go, she spun about, pressed her hands into the door, ass canted out. “Hurry.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Needy and gorgeous.
I shook my head, grabbed her about the waist and spun us both so she was bent over the desk. I didn’t know who owned the place, but I probably owed him a new workspace after this.
I pushed the hem of her dress up and over her back, then instead of sliding those pretty panties down, I ripped them right off and tucked them in my pocket.
“Widen those feet. Let me see your pussy,” I ordered as I rolled the condom down my length. I was throbbing with the need to fuck.
It had been a while and never quite like this.
She glanced over her shoulder past me and to the closed door.
“You worried someone might find us?” I asked. It was a distinct possibility. I didn’t lock the door.
She whimpered but didn’t look the least bit afraid. In fact, she seemed to like the idea of being caught.
Me? If someone wanted to see my bare butt as I fucked, I didn’t care.
Palming one pale globe of her perfect ass, I caressed that soft skin. Then gave it a quick, light spank. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Bent over a desk and ready to be fucked.” I cupped her pussy and felt how wet and ready she was. “So needy for my dick that you don’t care who might see.”
The words might have been degrading. But not now. Not with her. It was fact. And it was fucking hot. She was a sexual dream come true.
She wiggled her hips, thrust her butt up further. “Hurry,” she said again.
Hurry? No fucking problem. I stepped close, lined up and since I knew she was wet and ready, plunged deep.
“Fuck!” I practically shouted as her inner walls clenched and rippled, adjusting to being crammed full. Holy shit, she felt so fucking good. My fingers clenched on her hips, her ass a soft cushion as I slapped against her.
“Yes,” she hissed. Resting on her forearms, she dropped her head between them. “God, I needed this.”
“You need this? Fuck, my dick loves your pussy,” I said, pulling back then filling her once again. Fuck, she was heaven. And I sure as shit needed this, too.
“Don’t be gentle,” she said, glancing back at me and giving me those dark, needy eyes.
“Sweetheart, I couldn’t be gentle if I tried.”