Chapter Forty-Three #2
“Aye,” I agree as I slide one hand from her stomach, through the valley of her breasts, and lightly wrap it around her throat. “Always am when you’re around, but even more so when you’re wearing my favorite dress.”
“Sorry, baby. I don’t think it will fit you.”
My hand tightens and I push my hips into her. “You’ve always been a brat to me, haven’t you, darlin’? Do you know what I wanted to do the first time I saw you?”
“Tell me,” she breathes out, hips rolling.
Dropping my mouth to her shoulder, I bite the soft spot that connects to her neck. “I wanted to bend you over this bar and turn your pretty arse red while fucking you.”
Alicia shivers and shifts her weight from one foot to the other.
The hand I have across her middle slips down to the bottom hem of her dress.
Trailing my fingers upward, I drag the fabric with me, intending to plunge my hand down her knickers, but just like the first time she wore this dress, there’s nothing on underneath.
I groan and cup her pussy, finding it nearly dripping. “Fucking hell, I love how wet you are for me.”
Loosening my grip on her throat, I skate over her chest, dipping my palm under the neckline of her dress to cup her breast before pinching her nipple, knowing how much she loves the heightened sensation from the piercing.
“Rowan.” Her voice is pleading as she attempts to ride my hand.
“What do you need, Li?” I switch to the other breast.
“I need…” She gasps as I sink two fingers into her pussy. “Oh, god. I need you to fuck me.”
“Is that all?”
“No. Spank me. I need you to spank me.” Alicia is desperately grinding, trying to get herself off, but I keep the heel of my hand far enough away that she can’t find purchase.
Abruptly, I pull my hands from her body and step back, leaving her gasping. She spins and fixes me with a glare.
“What are you doing?”
I unbutton the cuffs of my dress shirt and roll the sleeves up to my elbows, loving the way her sapphire eyes track the movements. Next I unbuckle my belt, undo my trousers, and pull my cock out of my briefs, stroking from base to tip a couple of times.
“Dress off, Alicia. Then, I want you to put a knee on either of those stools,” I nod to the stools in question, “and lay over the top of the bar.”
Surprisingly, she complies instantly, dragging the flimsy straps of the dress over her arms and letting it fall to the ground.
She leaves her heels on and climbs onto the bar stools, balancing a knee on each, just like I told her to.
With a look over her shoulder, she slowly lowers herself so she’s draped over the top.
I have to stop pumping my cock or I’ll go off just looking at her.
Arse in the air and pretty pussy glistening in the dim lighting of the bar like that has me aching.
Closing the distance, I run my palms up the backs of her thighs and over the globes of her arse.
“Good lass,” I praise her before dipping my head and running my tongue over her pussy.
“Oh god,” Alicia cries out, hips bucking.
“Don’t move,” I order before slapping her arse.
Because she’s Alicia, she wiggles again.
“Hen, that’s going to cost you.”
“Please.”
After one more lick, I stand and palm her arse with both hands, then draw one back and bring it back down sharply. My handprint blooms on her porcelain skin.
“Fuck!” She hisses through her teeth.
Not able to wait any longer, I snatch a crate, flip it over, and step onto it so I’ll be able to line myself up.
Once I know it’s secure enough to hold my weight, I lean over Alicia to place a trail of kisses along her spine.
Straightening, I fist my cock, lining it up with her entrance, latch a hand to her hip, and surge forward, burying myself in her heat.
We both moan loudly, the sound filling the room.
Hers quickly turn to cries of pleasure as I piston into her, unrelentingly.
She curls her hands around the edge of the bar, clinging to it, as I fuck her harder.
Bringing my hand back, I deliver a slap to the other side of her arse and she screams. I spank her twice more in rapid succession, and she goes off like a fucking firework.
Her inner walls clench around me, and I roar as I fill her with my cum, each pulse of my cock sending me into orbit.
When our breathing returns to normal, I finally pull out, and watch with satisfaction as my release trickles from her pussy.
Alicia stays draped over the bar while I retrieve a clean towel to clean her up.
Once that’s taken care of, I help her down from the bar stools and hold her close while she tries to stand on wobbly legs.
She raises her eyes to mine, then tilts her head to kiss me. When she ends it, she giggles.
“What’s so funny, hen?”
She looks behind her at the bar. “That was really—”
“Fucking hot?” I offer.
“I was going to say unsanitary, but fucking hot works too.”
“Come on, love.” I kiss her forehead. “Let’s get this place cleaned up and go home.”
Home. The word is more meaningful now that I’ve got my girls.