Chapter 7
Jonathan
Twenty-six years old
“You stare any harder and that chick is going to run the other way,” Kane says, shoving my shoulder as I gaze over at the sexy little blonde behind the bar. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she’s got on a casual pair of ripped jeans paired with a crop top. She is definitely dressed down. I bet she doesn't even realize how fucking sexy she is. I groan internally as I imagine her plump pink lips and emerald green eyes staring up at me. I watch her as she reaches up for another bottle of liquor. Her shirt lifts, showing off the intricate design of a back tattoo. It looks big. I wonder how far up it goes?
“Are you kidding me?” Liam says as he grabs me from the side and pinches my cheek. “Have you seen this guy? He’s so damn good looking, a straight guy would probably suck him off!” Kane and Liam both laugh when I shove him off of me and all three of us stare at the blonde behind the bar.
“She’s hot. Kind of has that dirty, girl next door vibe.” Liam comments.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask, chuckling.
“You know. She looks innocent, like the girl next door, but that tattoo on her back screams I will get down on my knees and suck your soul through your dick.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“He’s not wrong,” Kane murmurs. “She’s definitely not who you would bring home to mom and dad.”
I turn to both of them with a straight face. “It’s a good thing I don’t have either of those, ya?” They both stare at me with wide eyes, realizing the joke they made in poor taste. I crack a huge smile at both of them and push out a laugh.
“Calm down, guys. I know you were just kidding around. No harm, no foul.”
They both laugh uneasily before Chris comes over to our side and starts making crude jokes about a couple on the other side of the bar. ‘ We definitely don’t belong here, ’ I think as I look around. This is not a scene for my ivy league buddies, but I needed a different atmosphere tonight. Somewhere where we could chill out without business associates cornering me every two seconds. The law firm I help run is still fresh. Just two years in and we have already skyrocketed to the top in New York City. My good friend Sebastian is the CEO of Bolt Corporation. Between him, Xavier, Andre, my twin Jamison and I, we all run different parts of the firm. Normally, I would be out with them on a Saturday night, but Sebastian and Xavier are both out of town for the weekend visiting Andre. Jamison had something ‘too important’ to do that kept him locked in his room all day, so here I am hanging out in a dive bar, hoping the sexy little bartender takes me up on my offer. She looks over in my direction and nods a yes before turning towards her friend. I see her friend clap her hands together in excitement. Maybe I should ask her friend to come back with us? That might get Jamison to come out of his room. Who am I kidding? I would have better luck offering to share the bartender. I lick my lips, imagining that scene in my head. The pretty bartender on her hands and knees sucking my cock while she takes my brother from behind. I groan internally and adjust myself. I love fucking girls with Jamison. It’s always better when they take us both.
A few hours go by of me watching her and the bar finally starts to clear out. My friends all leave, giving me high fives on their way out, as I saunter over to where she’s at. I slide onto a stool at the bar and watch her as she cleans up some glasses. She looks at me nervously before looking away towards her waitress friend across the room.
“Change your mind? Afraid I’ll kidnap you and hold you in a basement somewhere?” I ask, grinning.
A look of determination crosses her face and I see the fear in her eyes dissipate.
“You could try," she states so plainly, I would swear I was speaking to a whole different person if I didn’t know any better. Fuck, that’s sexy. This innocent little thing is suddenly so ballsy.
I smirk at her before raking my eyes down her body, memorizing every curve.
“I never caught your name, Pretty Girl.”
She leans over the bar top towards me and the cut of her shirt drops, showcasing her cleavage and the peak of a lacy black bra.
“I think Pretty Girl is a good enough name for tonight, don’t you?”
I’m suddenly caught a little off guard. Women usually throw themselves at me, immediately wanting to tell me every little detail about them. Those same women are also the ones I can’t get to stop texting or calling me the day after we fuck. I’m not used to someone who isn’t as privy to give out her information. I’m not sure how I feel about the situation. I quickly school my features and smile at her.
“Pretty Girl it is.” I state before motioning for her to follow me. “Let’s get out of here.”
She grabs her friend and a few other workers leave as she locks up the bar.
“I have her location and if I don’t get a text from her in the next few hours, I’ll send the police. You got it, Buddy?” her friend yells across the parking lot as we walk to my bike.
“Got it,” I holler back at her friend and laugh. “Guess I forgot to ask you if you’re okay with getting on the back of my bike?” I ask, eyeing her.
She grins up at me as she responds, “I think I’m up for the ride.”
My dick immediately jumps in my pants as I catch on to her double innuendo. I watch her bite her lip as I attach my helmet on top of her head. All I can think about is how I can’t wait to bite it myself. I get on my bike and she hops on behind me, her tits pressing against my back as she wraps her arms around me and we take off.
Thirty minutes later, we pull up to my building and into the underground parking lot below it. As soon as I’ve removed the helmet off of her head, I lean over and kiss her. It’s intoxicating, the way her mouth immediately opens for me. Her tongue swirls around mine and she nips my lip with her teeth before pulling back.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” I say to her with a grin as I lift her off the back and set her on the ground. “Come on.”
I grab her hand, and she follows me into the elevator. I press her against the wall as the doors close behind us. She looks hesitant for a minute.
“You can still say no," I murmur as I kiss up her neck. She moans in my ear and grabs the back of my arms, pulling me closer.
“I’m not saying no," she whispers as she presses her body against mine. No doubt, she can feel my dick hard as a rock, right through my pants.
We pull apart as the doors open right into my suite, and I watch her eyes widen. “I’ll give you a grand tour, but first, let's start with my bedroom,” I say as I drag her to my room, shut the door and press her up against it.
She pushes me back a bit and suddenly I’m afraid she is really going to change her mind. I could have any girl over here in ten minutes flat if I wanted to, but there’s something about Miss Bartender. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her body against mine, and fuck, I can’t wait to hear her moans.
“Actually, I know this is going to sound crazy, but any chance I can use your shower first? I’ve been working all night and I’m kind of a hygiene freak.”
Her request catches me a little off guard. “Yeah, of course you can. Just head right through that door over there. Mind if I join you in a few minutes?” I ask as I nip her bottom lip.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to you washing my back for me." She smirks as she heads towards my en suite bathroom.
I groan as I watch her disappear before heading out of my bedroom and across the living room to my brother's room. I open his door without knocking to find him sitting at his desk. A pair of glasses sit on his nose as he types away on his computer without looking up.
“There’s a hot blonde currently naked in my shower,” I say as I lean against his door frame. “You want me to see if she’s up for a tag team?”
“No," he says, still typing. He’s been holed up with his computer since yesterday and it’s really starting to irritate me. I walk over to the desk and lean against it, completely in his space.
“What is so important that you would turn down tits and ass, Jamison?”
He looks up at me, clearly annoyed, before dragging both hands down his face. I raise an eyebrow, still waiting for his response.
“Sebastian and Xavier hired someone new to head our Human Resources.”
“Okay, and?” I ask him, perplexed.
He looks at me dead in the face before responding, “a woman.”
I whistle before letting out a laugh. “I call first dibs. Maybe she will let me fuck her over her desk?” I say, resting my hand under my chin like I’m in deep thought.
“He failed to tell me about this new hire so I could run the proper background checks. I’ve been searching all day, but something does not add up with her credentials. I need more time.”
“Maybe we can both fuck her over her desk at the same time?” I say, earning a glare from him. I sigh out loud because I know Jamison will likely be searching for the next decade if he doesn’t get the answers he wants. “She’s a woman, brother. How dangerous could she really be?”
“She starts Monday," he states as he leans forward and resumes his search. He is obviously dismissing me, but whatever.
“If you change your mind, I’ll be across the way with a hot little bartender,” I say as I exit his room. He doesn’t bother responding as I shut his door and make my way back to my room. The door to my bathroom is slightly ajar and I can see steam seeping through the cracks. I remove my clothes as I go, not bothering to knock as I make my way into the bathroom. Fog permeates the bathroom, but not enough to shield my vision from the sexy woman currently humming in my shower as she washes her hair under the water. I have been with many women in my time, but this little blonde is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen. She’s tiny, with curves in all the right places. I hope I don’t break her because something tells me one round with her won’t be enough. I can see the entire intricate design of her tattoo that spans from the top of her spine all the way down before stopping right above her ass crack as I open the shower door to step in. She turns around quickly with wide eyes, giving me a full frontal view.
“Fuck me,” I groan out loud when I see the sparkle of her nipple piercings. She bites her lip shyly before her eyes rake over my body and widen even further at the very large appendage currently standing at attention between my legs. I am not a small man in any way, shape or form, so I silently pray that she doesn’t go running for the hills.
“Is that?” she asks, eyeing my dick.
“A Prince Albert? Yes.” I say, cutting her off before pressing her up against the shower wall. My dick is so hard I might burst if I don’t give it some sort of relief soon. I drop to my knees and hoist her up against the wall with both legs over my shoulders and her pussy directly in my face. Wasting no time, I lick right up the center of her slit, earning an “oh” as she grabs my head with one hand and attempts to hold the wall with the other. She tastes fucking divine.
I look up at her with a cocky as fuck smirk and we both lock eyes.
“Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin,” I say before diving in. She moans and pushes my head against her before rocking her ass back against the wall and my face. She has absolutely zero shame as she takes her pleasure and I am fucking here for it. At this point, I’m not even sure if I’m fucking her with my tongue or if she is fucking my tongue with her pussy. I use two of my fingers to glide into her tight little hole while I suck her clit into my mouth, earning another moan.
“Fuck, don’t stop," she moans, pulling my head and? hair so tightly against her pussy, I’m practically suffocating. If I go out like this, write that shit on my fucking grave. Jonathan died doing what he loved . I pump my fingers faster inside her and feel her clench around me before she screaming that she’s coming. I don’t stop licking until she’s pushing my head away from her sensitive clit. She doesn’t waste any time dropping to her knees and taking my length into her warm, wet mouth. She swallows me down and I feel my dick hit the back of her throat before she slides it back out again and looks up at me.
“Fuck, Pretty Girl. Who taught you to suck dick like that?”
“My gay best friend," she says, smiling.
I let out a surprised laugh. “Every girl needs one of those. Show me that again.”
She licks up the side of my dick and cups my balls in one hand before squeezing my shaft with the other. Then she glides my dick right back into her mouth and lets it hit the back of her throat again. I thread my fingers through her wet strands and she lets me guide her head back and forth on my dick. I’m torn between wanting to fuck her face or her pussy, but if she keeps going like this, I might explode far quicker than I want to. I pull her off my dick and reach down to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals and I smack her ass, exiting my shower and dripping water all over the floor. I don’t care.
“I need to be inside you, Pretty Girl. I can’t wait any longer,” I say, dropping her wet body onto my bed, causing her tits to bounce. She smiles up at me as I yank both her legs and drag her down to the edge of my bed.
“You can still say no,” I say as I open the drawer to my nightstand, unwrap a condom, and roll it onto my dick.
“No," she says with wide eyes, causing me to pause. No one's ever said no to me before and I’m all about consent. My hand is going to be so sore tomorrow because I swear I’m going to be up all night beating my dick to the memory of this sexy as fuck woman. Fuck.
She laughs when she sees the look of worry on my face. “Just kidding.”
Sweet baby Jesus. I swear my dick weeps for joy when it hears that statement.
“Oh, Pretty Girl, you’re going to regret that joke,” I say as I grab her ass and drag her onto my dick in one swift motion.
“Fuck," she yells out. “You’re so fucking big.”
“You can take it, baby. You’re doing so good.” I praise her as I pump in and out.
She grabs the edge of the bed with both hands and uses it to push herself back and forth. The motion feels incredible as we both come apart and slam back together. I rub her clit with my thumb while I continue to fuck her.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Look at you fucking this big dick with your tight little pussy.”
Her pussy spasms and she arches up, giving me an even better angle. My dick hits so deep I can feel her tighten clear up my shaft.
“Fuck! I’m coming," she screams out. The sound of her sexy moans send me spiraling. My balls draw up and I explode inside her with a roar, practically blacking out. Fuck, that was quick.
“I swear, I don’t usually come that quick. Give me five minutes because I’m not even close to being done with you yet,” I tell her as I remove the condom and toss it in the trash.
“I guess I could be persuaded," she says with a smirk as she stretches out across my bed. She really is beautiful. Smooth skin and perfect curves. Innocent looking with this wild side hidden beneath her clothes. My phone rings, pulling me out of my trance. It’s Sebastian, and he rarely calls this late.
“I have to take this real quick,” I say to her as I pull on a pair of sweatpants and exit onto my balcony. I slide the door shut before pressing the answer button on my phone and switching to the speaker.
“Is there a reason you're interrupting me while I have a beautiful woman naked on my bed right now?” I ask him sarcastically.
“I’m sure Jamison is keeping her occupied," he says with a laugh. I glance into my room and watch her disappear into my bathroom. I don’t bother telling him Jamison is on an all night binger because of the new employee he decided to hire, and most certainly won’t be joining me. The thought doesn’t even bother me, which is weird. The sex I just had with Miss Bartender was fucking phenomenal. I can’t wait to rub it in his face tomorrow.
Sebastian’s voice cut through the line. “Earth to Jonathan. Listen, I’m going to let you get back to your hot piece of ass. You know I don’t sleep well. I was just going over some information with one of our cases and wanted to pick someone’s brain. Xavier didn’t answer so I’ll probably hit up Andre.”
I laugh. “You really need to get a hobby, Sebastian. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He grunts before hanging up. I slide the door back open and enter the room, looking around. She’s not in the bedroom, so I make my way over to the bathroom door that is currently wide open. I peek my head in, noticing she isn’t in there either. Maybe she got hungry and went looking for food?
“Did you want me to order something to eat, Pretty Girl?” I ask out loud while entering my living room. It’s quiet, and I don’t see her anywhere. My brows scrunch up. Where the fuck did she go? I slam Jamison’s door open and find him sitting in the exact same spot he was when I last entered.
“Hey, you hiding a blonde in here? About five foot nothing, long blonde hair, curvy with nice perky tits?”
“No.” he states, his eyes glued to the screen.
“Whatever,” I respond, before slamming his door closed. “I didn’t need you tonight, anyway.” I mutter to myself. The memory of the sexy bartender wriggling beneath me while I pound into her flashes through my brain while I flop onto my damp bedsheets. Fuck, I didn’t even catch her name or her number. Normally, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but there’s something about her I can’t put my finger on. It was good. Fuck, it was better than good. Suddenly, I find myself tired. I fall asleep thinking abou?t all the things I plan on doing to her the next time I see her. But first, I’ll need to hit up that dingy little dive bar again so I can get her information.