“Probably not in the way you mean.”
Her fingers made their way down the lapels of the jacket and then to my thigh.
“You look nice,” she said softly.
Her hand gripped my leg, and my cock seemed to recognize the touch. I was briefly temped to have her blow me or jerk me off there in the car, but it was New Year’s Eve and I was bound to get pulled over with her lips around my dick.
“Save that thought, babe,” I said. “I don’t think you want us to get arrested.”
Bridgett’s hand moved up and brushed the edge of my dick before she pulled it away and ran it up her own thigh. Her skirt moved up a little, following the motion.
“Vixen,” I murmured.
Bridgett giggled.
By the time we reached the elevator of my apartment, her hands were all over me. She reached around the cummerbund and into the tux pants, yanked out the button down shirt, and ran her hand down inside and over my ass.
“Eagar tonight?” I asked with a raise of my brows.
Her response was to crush her lips to mine. My hand grabbed the back of her head and held her there as my tongue explored her mouth. Her fingers dug into my ass, and
my free hand moved up to cup one of her tits, which was still seriously cold from the night wind.
Then the elevator door opened.
Bridgett tensed and jumped back a bit, but there wasn’t anyone there. I took her hand and led her out the door but only just into the hallway. I quickly undid the tux trousers and pulled them open.
“On your knees,” I commanded.
“Here?” she asked as she glanced up and down the hallway. “What happened to not wanting to get arrested?”
“No one is going to arrest me here,” I told her. “My boss owns this place. Now get on your knees and suck me off.”
I took a step back and leaned against the wall. Pulling her closer to me, I put a hand on her shoulder and guided her down to the floor. She glanced down the hall once, then back up at me as she positioned herself right in front of my crotch.
“Did you think you could just tease me in the car and get away with it?” I asked with a slight smirk. I reached in, took my cock out of my tuxedo pants, and guided her head to the tip. “Suck.”
Her warm mouth engulfed me, and I watched her eyes seduce me as her lips moved around my shaft. My fingers traced over the frigid skin of her cheek, and I found myself mildly annoyed that her pimp had them all out in the cold dressed like they were.
All hookers should work in Florida or something.
“You look good like that,” I told her. My hand moved into her hair and set a slightly faster rhythm for her. “On your knees, out here in the open with your lips around my cock. You love pleasing me, don’t you?”
She hummed around my dick, and I tilted my face towards the ceiling as I unloaded into her warm mouth. My eyes dropped back down, and she sucked and tongued until there was nothing left to clean off.
She’d definitely honed her skills in the blowjob department.
I reached down and helped her up with one hand and put my dick away with the other. Bridgett wiped her mouth, and we went into my apartment. I took Odin out for a quick piss and came back to Bridgett hanging out on my couch.
It looked very…familiar.
With a slight shake of my head, I went into the kitchen, pulled out a bottle of water, and offered one to Bridgett as well.
“So what party did you go to?” she asked.
“Just a basic New Year’s party,” I answered.
“That’s all you have to say about it?”