BRANDON
Good girl.
Every time I glanced over to the left hand side of the bar, right in the corner, Christine remained there waiting for her next command. Her rewards for her good behavior included a never ending supply of drinks to keep her entertained. Oh, and me. Whenever I got a minute.
“It’s quieting down a little, isn’t it?” she asked with a little musical giggle as she swirled her straw around in her drink. “Thank goodness.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Tell me about it. I much prefer it when I can hear myself think.”
Neither of us mentioned the two women who really struggled to take a hint, but I knew it was better for the both of us when they left. I no longer had to worry about being groped when I took drinks over to tables, which I definitely preferred.
“Shame my friend still has her tongue buried in that guy’s mouth.” She cocked her head to the left. I didn’t need to look. We’d all seen too much ofthattonight. “But I suppose it means I get to hang out up here with you.”
The booze built up her confidence, but she wasn’t drunk. There was nothing sloppy about Christine actually; I got the sense she was always well put together. I liked that.
“Yeah, I like that too. It’s been fun having you around, Christine.”
I leaned over the bar with one eyebrow cocked suggestively. My fingers edged toward hers, aching to feel that sizzling chemistry between us once more. I couldn’t help but notice the gasp emanating from Christine as we finally connected. There was something decidedly innocent about her. Usually that would put me off. I didn’t want to get all embroiled in something complicated; I’d rather have fun with a woman who shared my oat-sowing ambitions. But Christine was too intriguing, I couldn’t get enough. If she was innocent, then I would be the one to corrupt her. Hell, maybe this wouldn’t be a one-time meeting, who knew? I had a feeling that we could actually have a fun fling where I could dominate her and show her how sensual she could be. Christine might not have been able to see it yet, but I could sense the sexual Goddess in there. If I could unlock that, well…
“So, you want to take that call now?” I asked quietly. Maybe this wasn’t thebesttime because there were still customers in the bar, but I had held back long enough. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to touch her, to taste her. “Out back?”
“C…call?” she stammered as her cheeks reddened. “Out back?”
I nodded slowly. I wasn’t sure Christine got exactly what I was saying, but she could sense enough. I didn’t like this hesitation, even if I understood it. She knew she ached for me just like I did her. I could sense her throbbing pussy from here.
“Right, yes. I can take a call.”
I lifted up the bar hatch open and waited for her to slide inside. She was trembling, clearly nervous as she brushed passed me, but I was going to whip any doubts away from her in a moment. Once I tasted her lips, she would be shivering for another reason entirely.
“Through here.” I pointed to the small door which led to the dimly lit storeroom. “You’ll see the phone right inside.”
I stepped back to admire her curves, to watch the sway of her perfect ass as she bent down a little to climb through the small doorway. Wow, she was smoking! The fact that she didn’t seem to know she was a fox attracted me that much more to her. I only glanced behind myself once to check there were no immediate customers begging for my attention. No one, thank Christ—I wasn’t sure I’d be able to drag myself away from the sweet young thing for even a second.
Christine’s eyes were wide with wonder as she twisted around to face me. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to hold myself back all night long. Crowds or not, Christine was a little sweetheart begging to be taken hard and fast. So much so that I couldn’t even take a moment to talk. Not that any words were needed. It was time for me to claim my prize. After all, I’d been well behaved all night long…
I scooped Christine up in my arms and slammed her against the nearest wall as I finally crashed my lips to hers. My tongue snaked between her lips as I got just what I needed.Her. My hands claimed her thighs, sliding up over that delicious ass of hers, until I found her curves. Whoa, her body felt even better than it looked. I gripped the material hard, slightly tugging it upward. Christine moaned into my mouth, letting me know just how much she wanted this. See? I knew she was a dirty little minx deep down.
“Hot damn, you taste good,” I gasped breathlessly. “But now I need toreallyknow how you taste.”
It might have been my original plan to screw her brains out, but things were about to take a left turn. Now all I wanted to do was have her on the top of my tongue, writhing and screaming out with bliss. It wasn’t often I thought with my mouth rather than my dick, but hey, I’d lived my life running on instinct so far. I didn’t see any need to change right now.
Before Christine could fathom a response, I whipped her off her feet and perched her ass on one of the stack of boxes left in here. Her Bambi eyes were hooded, dark with desire. She tossed her head back, panting as my lips traveled down over her throat, her collar bone, her breasts…I slid her dress down so I could take one of those pert nipples of hers between my lips. Christine’s moans intensified as I tugged and teased her in to an oblivion. Hell, if she wasn’t worried about the patrons in the bar hearing her, nor was I. All part of the fun for me.
Finally, my lips edged further down until I had the waistband of her panties clasped between my teeth. That was the moment Christine’s eyes rolled forward and she caught sight of me. I paused only for a second, just to check this wasn’t going to overstep all her boundaries. I needed to claim her, but not if it wasn’t wanted. ThankGodshe gave me the green light. She was still devouring me hungrily with her gaze. Christine didnotwant this to end…
She squealed as I ripped her panties off, pulling so hard I actually shredded the material. Oops, she wouldn’t be wearing them once she left. Not that she minded. Either that or she hadn’t even noticed.
I nudged her thighs further apart as I began to dot kisses over her sensitive skin. Mmm, her scent was intoxicating. I couldn’t wait to connect with her, to set her on fire. My thick, throbbing erection didn’t even mind not burying inside of her. I just needed her to feel good.
The further my lips got up her legs, the deeper her moans and the tighter her grip on the edge of the box became.
“Oh wow, Brandon,” she whispered as I tasted the wetness pooling between her thighs, at the top of her legs. “That feels so good…”
Hell, she had no idea. She didn’t have a freaking clue what I had planned for her. I stroked my nose over her clit as I finally allowed my tongue to run over her soaking wet slit. Oh wow, she tasted incredible. My heart began to thunder against my rib cage. I grabbed on to her pert ass, holding her in place as I properly plunged my tongue deep inside of her. I massaged Christine until that shudder racked all the way through her body. I desperately needed to coax the orgasm from her, to drink all her pleasure, to give Christine a night she was going to remember. I became a madman on a mission, using the tip of my tongue to devour her clit, to really set her on fire. It had to be an onslaught for Christine— I wanted the sensations to be wild.
“Oh, Brandon.” She knotted her fingers up in my hair and tugged every time it felt good. The roles were reversed in my fantasy, but this felt just as good. It spurred me on; I picked up the pace and shoved her to the peak of pleasure, until her whole body had stiffened with the bliss lightning bolting along her spine to her core, until she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Fucking hell, Brandon. Oh my…oh my…”
She lost her ability to speak completely as she soaked my tongue with her orgasm. She came surprisingly quietly, as if the dizziness had whipped around her voice box and completely silenced her. I could feel it though, and taste it, which was intoxicating enough for me. This hit of the drug that was Christine hadn’t calmed my addiction down. It had only heightened my addiction, and I immediately knew that I needed to see her again. This couldnotbe our only time.
I pulled back from her, admiring Christine as the post orgasmic glow rolled through her. Smiling to myself, I grabbed a napkin to scribble my number down for her. She knew where to find me, but if Christine was too embarrassed to return to the place where she screamed pleasure and shook the walls, then I wouldn’t lose the chance to finally be inside of her. Because that was definitely still a mission of mine.
“Here.” I handed Christine my number as soon as she popped those sweet little eyes of hers back open once more. “I better get back to work, so I’ll give you some privacy.”
I flicked a wink her way before I left her there, a mess, the foundation of her world knocked out from underneath her.
Yes, Christine really was a good girl, wasn’t she?