Chapter 11 Physical Therapy #2
I’m headed downstairs, while Braden stays in the VIP section.
It’s not rocket science to assume there are more options in the pits of hell than the upper crust, where women are generally looking for something in return.
Bellying up to the bar, I order another drink while greeting the bartender on duty and asking about the night.
Sounds like it’s a little slow after New Year’s, but only slightly, considering it’s still a weekend.
Drink in hand, I turn around, examining my options. Two groups of ladies stand out immediately, and I zone in to scrutinize each one. The younger ones could be trouble, making me wonder if we’re doing a good enough job checking for fakes—something I’ll need to investigate.
The other table has potential. Middle-aged, martinis in hand, and dressed slutty enough to imply they’re looking for attention.
I’m about to make my way over when a woman sneaks beside me, regardless of the lack of space, and uses half my body as the bar itself to lean over, essentially pinning me in place.
The first thing I notice is the ass that belongs to said body before slowly eyeing my way up the slim figure beside me.
I finally make it to her face, and she’s smirking at my blatant perusal when I go wide-eyed with recognition.
“Hey, Eli,” Rebecca shouts in greeting, throwing her arms around me like we’re old friends, leaving me no choice but to reciprocate.
“Rebecca, good to see you.” We pull apart, and I turn sideways to give her space, but she doesn’t take it.
“You too. Are you here with Cici?”
It’s the absolute last question I want to hear but understandable since the last time we ran into each other, I told Rebecca we were dating.
I remember Cici’s jealousy at the time and my reassurance in return.
I’d had to convince her that I didn’t need a woman like Rebecca when I already had the woman I wanted.
And now she’s fucking gone. Looks like I need Rebecca after all.
“No. She’s back in Bozeman. We were temporary. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end.” I down my drink and place the empty glass on the bar.
“Really. That’s too bad. You’re not seeing anyone, then?”
Do I take advantage of the situation and make a pass since she’s obviously fishing, or do I spare her and keep looking for a one-off? I’m not sure I can take advantage of someone I’ve already met, especially since she has a connection to Cici—probably not the best play.
“Rebecca, you seem like a nice girl. Way too nice for what I’m looking for tonight, so I’ll save you the trouble and walk away. Enjoy your evening.” I take one step before her hand is on my arm.
“Wait.” She tugs my arm. “What is it you’re looking for? I might be able to help you find it.”
This is interesting. As a wingman or a participant?
Might as well shock the shit out of her and give one last out.
“I need a hot little number on her knees with my cock between her lips until she swallows every last drop. And it’s tied to a bet I’d like to win in the next five minutes, so if that’s something you’d like to assist me with, by all means…
. Otherwise, I’ll be on my way since I’m pressed for time.
” I raise my arm to look at my watch, exaggerating the motion.
I’d rather her back off knowing what frame of mind I’m in rather than feign flattery and fuck her over.
By her stunned expression, my crudeness did the trick.
Once again, I move to leave, only to be pulled back. “I’m game….” She pauses, but now I’m the one who’s speechless, unable to form a response before she continues. “On one condition.”
Ah… she’s looking for some two-way action. Plenty of women here would gladly perform with no expectations, and I’m certainly not in the frame of mind to please anyone else but myself tonight.
“Sorry, babe. I’m not in the reciprocating mood, and I’m betting there’s a willing party here tonight who’s okay with that.” I gesture toward the dance floor.
“You haven’t even heard my condition yet. Aren’t you curious?” she asks seductively.
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
She pouts, her lips giving me pause while I envision them on my cock. “But if the cat was happy and well satisfied, wasn’t it worth it?”
My cock wakes up at the picture in my mind, giving her another few seconds. “I’m listening.”
“Dinner. I help win your bet, and you take me to dinner next week.”
What the fuck? My head jerks in surprise. “You’re offering to suck me off for a meal?”
She shrugs. “A date. I’ve been into you since the day you came into the office, and I’m a sexual woman. Time is ticking, though, so if you want to win, you better decide fast.” She smiles and taps her wrist, pulling the same move I made moments ago.
“Fuck.” I run my hand through my hair, perplexed.
Is this for real? It’s like I’m in another dimension where being an ass is apparently the way to go.
Is that where I went wrong with Cici? I was too…
nice? I drop my head and shake it, removing all thoughts of her, especially at a time like this.
Looking back up at the woman who’s here, I know what I need to do.
“This way.” I grab her hand and pull, not gently but in agitation. Because I am… agitated. I got played. But fuck it, I’m still a male who thinks with my dick, and right now, it wants those pouty lips to make everything better.
I lead her to a back office and lock the door behind us, undoing my pants the minute we’re alone. When she doesn’t make a move, I get frustrated. “Did you forget our deal?” I ask pointedly as I quickly text Braden that I won before pocketing my phone.
When I look up, she’s standing before me with her arms crossed and lips pursed.
“You change your mind?” I ask in annoyance.
“You didn’t agree to my terms.”
“I thought it was obvious, given our current situation. You, down there.” I point to the floor.
“Mouth here.” I push my pants down enough to pull my cock out and stroke it.
“Then I take you to dinner, not a date. Depending on your performance, maybe I’ll throw in cocktails.
For now, I’ve got something you can drink right here. ” I smirk.
Her mouth drops open.
“That’s a good start, but down here, babe. It’s not gonna suck itself.” I jut my hips out, grab my dick, and shake it. Crude seems to be working, so I might as well keep it up. This is definitely entertaining. “Come on, I don’t have all night.”
She huffs but lowers to the ground. I’ve been doing this all wrong, apparently.
My hand lands on her head and pushes it back slightly. “Open up. Show me what you’ve got.”
Her lips part, and I guide myself in while holding her head. Fuuuck. I don’t care who you are—nothing like sticking your dick into a warm, wet mouth no matter who it belongs to. My head lifts to the heavens, eyes closed, savoring the feel.
I release my hold, and she pulls back, gasping for air, but returns after catching her breath and starts licking the tip. I decide to let her do her thing for a minute.
Her tongue continues to explore. “Attagirl. Get me all slicked up.”
Once she’s thoroughly licked me up and down, she saturates her lips and slides slowly down my length, sucking me as she retracts, extracting a deep groan out of me. “Again,” I tell her, ready for more.
She doesn’t disappoint. Her rhythm gradually increases, and her tongue…
. Fuck, it never stops. This might be one of the most talented mouths I’ve had the privilege of sticking my cock into.
I wonder if she can take me down her throat.
I’m on the lengthy side, and only one woman has been able to take all of it, but I quickly shut that thought down.
I need to focus on this mouth and what it can do since it’s the only one here right now.
“Can you handle more of me?” She takes me deeper in response.
“Let me help you with that.” I grab her hair and thrust forward, reaching the back, then retracting to do it again, going further each time, seeing how much she can take.
“Yeah, you’ve got this. Fuck.” Once it’s proved she’s capable, I unleash myself and let go, fucking her mouth with vigor.
Her tongue continues to dance around my cock, and when she reaches up to grab my balls, I come unhinged.
My release is the only thing on my mind as my thrusts turn frantic and I chant in pleasure.
“Oh fuck… you ready for it? I’m gonna come down this fucking throat, and you’re gonna swallow every…
last… drop.” I give one final push and unload.
“Fuck. Oh Fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Take it all.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” I push harder and feel her throat squeeze my dick as she devours everything I give her.
Holding still, I shout until the last pulse drains me.
I stagger back, panting, practically doubled over from pleasure. That is not what I expected. “Fucking hell, woman.”
“I guess that means dinner and cocktails.”