Chapter 48 - Carter
CARTER
I didn’t see her until she was halfway to the bar.
The slinky red dress hugged every curve of her body, except where a slit ran all the way up one smooth, unblemished thigh.
I knew those curves well. My fingers remembered them.
Just as my mouth remembered those painted red lips, now pulled up at the corners in a cunning smile.
She didn’t bother walking — she sauntered over. My heart was a jackhammer, thundering away in my chest.
“Hello,” she said silkily.
I remained totally frozen, a glass in each hand. I’d forgotten entirely what I was doing.
“I’d like a devil shot, please.”
I swallowed hard. If this were a cartoon, I’d already be rolling my tongue back into my mouth.
“A devil shot?”
“Yes,” she smiled coyly.
“You’ll have to help me. I’m unfamiliar with that.”
Damn, she looked fucking incredible! And she was right here, in the bar, obviously dressed for me. My heart had been utterly broken for the past week. Now it threatened to soar straight out of my chest.
“A devil shot,” Hayden began playfully, “is what a girl gets when she’s about to do something really, really bad.”
I felt something uncoil, of its own accord. All of a sudden there wasn’t enough room in my pants.
“How bad?”
“So bad,” she said, reaching across the bar. As I watched, she plucked a maraschino cherry from the bin and placed it delicately on her tongue. When she retracted her tongue into her mouth and pulled the stem out, I nearly went out of my fucking mind.
“So bad it’s practically evil.”
I was so confused. So elated. So excited. Reaching for the top shelf, I pulled down a bottle of Don Julio 1942. I poured her a shot, my eyes never leaving hers. They remained locked on those hazel beauties as she threw it back and clacked the empty glass back down.
“Let’s go,” she said, walking straight past me and into the back.
“G—Grizz,” I stammered. “Could you—”
“On it,” Grizz winked, draining his beer.
He’d watched the whole thing of course, just as Grizz had watched everything at The Refuge for the past four decades. There was no time to debate the merits of leaving him in charge of the bar, though. Not now.
Tiptoeing around Grizz’s new cat — which was at the bar as much as he was — I slipped into the back and found Hayden already halfway to my office.
That saunter was driving me crazy, especially since the slit in her dress ran all the way to her hip.
I saw a flash of black; the very top of a hip-high thong.
So high, it made her look naked beneath the dress.
Fuck!
Suddenly, I felt like a high school kid again.
My stomach was a nervous ball of energy as I followed her into my office, scanning every shadow of that red dress as it curved its way around her plump, perfect ass.
She wore high heels, too. How could I have missed that part?
They were candy red, and matched her dress.
The door closed, and I got an intoxicating whiff of her as she spun around. Hayden stepped forward, kissed me full on the lips, then dropped straight to her knees.
“Let me show you how bad...”
She unzipped me, and my erection sprang exuberantly free. It swung upward, nearly hitting her in the chin before her hand came up, snaking around me. When her lips dropped forward, sliding over the head, I let out a howl of contentment.
Immediately I knew it would be nearly impossible to hold back. But as much as I couldn’t stop myself from the inevitable, I also knew there was no way she was letting me free. Not until she’d accomplished her mission.
Hayden’s lips were wet and tight, squeezing me as they slid downward, enticing me ever deeper into her hot throat.
My hands slid forward, my fingers tangling in that long, cornsilk hair.
Somehow I had to maintain control. It felt too fucking good to lose it now, to let this end too soon.
I’d waited so long. I’d thought maybe I’d never be here again.
I was never so happy to be wrong about something in my life.
Hayden began to suck faster and harder, her expert tongue swirling around me as her hand worked the base.
Her mouth felt warm and welcoming, and velvety soft.
Those painted lips contracted around me, dragging themselves up and down my shaft.
Just watching them turned me on even more, until I felt that familiar tingle, beginning at the very base of my aching balls.
I didn’t just come, I totally unleashed.
I clawed at Hayden’s bobbing head as long, deep jets of my hot come flowed straight down her eager throat.
She kept going, kept stroking, kept on taking everything I had.
I roared with pleasure, just as the fingers of her free hand closed over my full, heavy sack.
Those fingers came together, tugging gently, pulling my scrotum downward as my juice flowed upward, outward, into her.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh…
Those fingers didn’t stop until the job was done; coaxing every last drop from my spent, euphoria-wracked body. Spasm after spasm, I endured the sweetest of suffering. When she was finished, it felt like she’d swallowed my very soul.
In the end she pulled back, just past the head. Then, batting those bedroom eyes, Hayden looked straight up at me, winked, and swallowed.
HOLY.
FUCK.
Slowly she stood up, licking her lips. The wicked smirk on her face said everything that words could not.
“There, that was my devil shot,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of one delicate wrist. “Best one I’ve ever had.”
“Ditto,” I gulped.
Hayden was still fully in command, even shoving me back into my boxers before zipping me back up. When she was all finished, she took my face in her hands.
“I’m back,” she said huskily. “Or should I say we’re back. The four of us. For good, this time.”
My heart soared. I felt like I could fly.
“Now, I know you came here from the airport, and you’ve got things to catch up on,” she murmured. “So do that. And know that this will be waiting for you when you get home.”
She took my hand, and slipped it through the slit in her dress. Pressing my palm between her legs, I felt nothing but the soaking wetness of her unyielding heat, drenching that tiny black thong.
“You were right,” I managed to breathe. “That was bad.”
Hayden threw her beautiful head back and laughed like a demon.
“If you think that was bad,” she grinned, leaning in close to whisper the rest of her sentence directly into my ear: “wait until you hear what I did with your friends last night…”