Chapter 6
Niko
Iwalked into the bar later than planned.
After roaming the lodge earlier, I went back to my room and crashed out, still feeling the effects from traveling.
The mixer was packed already, people were laughing, drinking, and vibing to the Christmas jazz music.
And then I spotted her… right in the middle of the room, hips rolling slow to the beat sliding out the speakers.
She wasn’t doing the most and her fine ass didn’t have to.
Every curve moved like it had a purpose, like her body had a mind of its own.
That bust-down hung down her back, dark hair flowing all the way to that plump ass she kept shifting with every slow turn of her waist.
My dick reacted before my mind could register it.
Damn, she dangerous. She was exactly the kind of trouble I needed right now.
I moved toward her, eyes locked on her the whole way.
And just when I got close enough for my presence to hit her back, she angled her head, catching me in her peripheral with a little smirk…
she felt me watching the whole damn time.
“So…” she said, voice soft but cocky, “you finally decided to come check my fine ass out after all.”
I stepped close enough for her back to brush my chest.
“Yeah, I wanted to see what you was about and damn, I got an eye full.” My voice dropped. “You started moving the second you felt me walk in.”
Her lips curved, slow and teasing. “Or maybe you walked in the second I started moving.”
I dragged my gaze down her body, taking my time, letting her feel it.
“You keep talking,” I murmured, “I’m not gonna make it to small talk.”
She turned fully, eyes bold, heat rising behind them. “Who said I wanted small talk?”
Fuck, she bold. I felt a challenge coming. The music pulsed beneath us, her body still swaying, and she didn’t break eye contact once.
“Caleb, right?” she asked, using the fake name I gave her earlier.
“Yeah,” I said, stepping even closer, letting my body speak for me. “And you’re Elise.”
Her tongue slid across her bottom lip. “Good. You remembered.”
I leaned down until my voice brushed her ear. “Hard to forget something I plan on saying again later.”
Her breath caught… her thighs pressed together quick, subtle, but enough for me to catch it.
I felt the air shift. There was a pull between us that I’d never felt in my fucking life but it had my dick screaming to be let loose.
I watched her turn away like she wanted me to follow.
She walked toward the back hallway, hips still moving, body still asking for trouble.
Her ass sat up right in them leggings, making my dick twitch.
“Fuck all this cat-and-mouse shit,” I muttered under my breath.
I tossed back the rest of my drink and followed her to the bathroom. When I pushed the door open, she was already at the sink, hands gripping the edge, chest rising like she needed a second to calm herself down. Her eyes met mine in the mirror. I stepped behind her, my hand sliding up her hip.
“You’re looking mighty thirsty, Caleb,” she smirked.
“Thirsty? Nah. I’m hungry.”
Her smirk slipped for half a second heat replacing it.
I turned her around, lifted her onto the counter, and stepped between her legs.
Her breath hitched when my hands gripped her waist and dropped to my knees.
I was in the mood to eat some pussy and she was my full course meal tonight.
I dragged her leggings down, moved her panties aside, took a long sniff, like the water smell that reach my nostrils.
“Your pussy smell good Elise but is it clean?” I asked.
Yeah, she was fine as fuck, no doubt but I wasn’t no stupid enough to be fooled by looks. Nigga received deaths sentences for jumping into infected pussy every day just because the bitch had a nice body and a pretty face.
“Clean as a whistle. I have my results right here to prove it,” she said, pulling her phone from her mini purse.
The fact that she was able to pull her results up and show a nigga that her pussy was A1 turned me on even more. After glancing at her negative results, I spread her legs wide, and French kissed her clit. She gasped, head hitting the mirror, thighs shaking around my face.
“Ooo shi—”
I gripped her hips tighter, locking her in place.
“Chill, baby. Let a nigga eat in peace,” I mumbled against her with my tongue still moving.
Her pussy was sweet with the kind of taste a nigga could get addicted to without even trying.
I circled her opening slow, teasing her until her thighs shook, then pushed my tongue inside and fucked her with it deep and fast. She tried to muffle her moans, but this bathroom had good acoustics.
Every sound bounced right back at us. A sharp knock hit the door.
“Hello? Someone in there?”
I pulled my head from between her legs, annoyed as fuck that somebody was interrupting my meal. I slapped my hand over her mouth before she could give us away.
“Aye! This muthafucka outta order! Move back!” I barked, not even glancing toward the door.
Whoever it was got the message quick and backed the hell up.
I didn’t give a damn if it was the feds, I wasn’t stopping for shit.
Her pussy was too good, too snug, too goddamn perfect.
If they walked in, they’d just have to watch, because I wasn’t giving up this plate for nobody.
I dove right back in, eating like I had no home training, tongue stroking, licking, sucking until she damn near came off the counter.
She laughed against my palm, breath hitching, body trembling.
“Oh, you think it’s funny?” I murmured into her skin, lips brushing her inner thigh.
She nodded, laughing again, shaky and flustered, trying to hold it together even though I felt her melting right in my hands.
“Keep laughing.”
I doubled down with slow strokes turning into deep, deliberate ones. Her laughter dissolved into these desperate little whimpers she tried to swallow. Her thighs trembled hard, her nails digging into the counter.
“That’s it,” I murmured, voice low, talking her through it. “Relax your body, don’t fight that shit.”
She moaned, hips bucking forward.
“There you go… just like that. Give it to me.”
Right then her body locked up, back arching, and she came, shaking, trying to breathe through my hand. When she loosened her grip on my hair, I stood, wiping my mouth slow, looking at her like she was already mine.
“You…” she panted. “…did not have to eat me like that.”
“Yes I did.” I smirked.
I flipped her over, bent her over the counter and she went willingly… palms flat, ass arching back into me without even thinking. I dragged her leggings down further, freed my dick, and leaned over her back.
“Caleb—”
“Shhh,” I murmured, sliding the head against her soaked pussy, teasing the entrance until she whimpered. “Breathe. I’m gon’ take care of this pussy real good.”
I pushed into her in one long, deep stroke, and she damn near folded on the counter.
“Fuck—oh my Go—”
I slapped my hand over her mouth again, grinning against her shoulder.
“Yeah. What was that shit you was talking?”
Her pussy gripped me so tight my jaw flexed, her knees already shaking. I slid out slow just to hear the gasp she tried to swallow.
“You know what that is?” I whispered, tapping her pussy with the head before pushing deeper. “That ain’t no mid dick.”
She moaned into my hand, body trying to back up and take more.
I chuckled. “Uh-uh. Don’t run. I ain’t even giving you the whole thing yet.”
She tried to talk, her voice muffled against my palm.
Oh, you wanna talk shit?” I dragged out slow, then slammed back in, making her gasp hard against my hand. “Say it with your chest then.”
“I-i-i—"
I leaned over her, lips brushing her ear, voice low and cocky.
“This that rich dick, baby. The type that pay bills and rearrange spines.”
Her nails clawed at the counter, legs shaking already.
“This that big dog dick,” I growled, fucking her deeper, harder. “The kind that sit in your stomach, right here.”
I slid my hand from her mouth down to her lower belly, pressing just enough so she could feel exactly where I was hitting. Her eyes rolled in the mirror, her mouth dropped open and her whole body started begging without saying one word.
“There you go…” I murmured. “You feel that up there? That’s all me.”
My hand came up to her throat, guiding her chin toward the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” I ordered, thrusting slow and heavy. “Look what this dick got you doing.”
She met her reflection, lips swollen, pupils blown, legs trembling like her body couldn’t decide if it wanted to run or melt.
Her voice cracked. “C-Caleb—”
“That’s right,” I whispered. “Say my name when this pussy get overwhelmed.”
My hand dragged down her spine, settling on her waist as I pulled her back into every stroke. Her pussy squeezed tighter, breath stumbling into desperate little cries.
“Mmhm… there she go,” I smirked. “Talked all that shit out there, now your pussy tryna apologize.”
She tried to move away from the pressure and the pleasure, but I locked an arm around her waist.
“Where you going?” I breathed against her ear. “You taking this dick so well, baby, why you tryna run now?”
She shook her head, crying out, but her pussy said otherwise, clenching hard.
“Yeah,” I whispered, thrust slowing into deep, punishing strokes. “Take this shit. Take. All. Of. It.”
Her legs buckled but I caught her.
“Don’t fall till I’m done.”
Her voice cracked as she came again, so hard her body started shaking I held her through it, talking her down while still fucking her gently through the waves.
“That’s it… good girl… let that shit go… wet my dick up, Elise.”
When her orgasm finally eased, her body limp against the counter, I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, chasing my own.
“C-Caleb—”
“Fuck,” I groaned, thrusts turning rougher, deeper. “I’m right behind you… I’m bout’ to nut all in this pretty ass pussy. Can I do that Elise?”
Her pussy pulsed around me, squeezing so tight I had to clench my jaw. I bit her shoulder and immediately sucked it, trying to do something to keep from moaning like a bitch.
“Fuckkkkk—”
I slammed into her one last time, coming deep, breath hot against her shoulder, both of us shaking. When I pulled back, she looked at me in the mirror… hair wild, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. I smirked, wiping her ass gently with my thumb like she was something expensive.
“I told you,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of her shoulder. “This that rich dick. I don’t play fair.”