both glanced over to find Ethan with an extremely bemused look on his face.
“You know,” he said. “The service here is terrible. I think I’ll order a drink from the other end of the bar.” He gave James a pointed look. “You might want to order a cold glass of water, though. A big one.”
James gave him the one-finger salute, which Ethan returned as he pushed back from the bar and headed over to Maya, who greeted him with a flirtatious smile. Hmmm, I thought as Ethan returned the smile and put his phone in his back pocket. That’s interesting…
But my interest in the potential at the other end of the bar dissipated pretty quickly as I felt James’ finger drawing a circle in the middle of my palm. It was amazing how much a single digit turned me on. I couldn’t wait to get the rest of them all over me. My attention returned to him immediately and forgot not just Maya and Ethan, but the existence of everything else around me. There was nothing but James and his blue eyes and the way he was looking at me. The way a lion looked at a deer. Like something he wanted to devour. And this deer was more than ready to be eaten up. In all possible ways.
“When do you get off?” he murmured.
The second you touch me, I thought. “In an hour,” was what I managed to say.
He smiled and, reaching into his pocket, took out a room key and slid it across the bar, leaving it next to the gift. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, straightening. He gave the bag a tap. “You might want to bring this with you. I have a feeling we’ll both be thirsty tonight.”
15
James
I check my phone again , unaccustomed to this combination of anticipation and nervousness. At least when it came to women. This was how I usually felt before an important game – and I had been feeling it less and less lately – another sign that I needed a change in my life. I knew from experience that feeling this way usually ended in me playing better than I had played before. I could only imagine what it might result in when Nicole finally came through the door.
I grinned, remembering how she had melted under my touch. Even the simple brush of my fingers against her wrist had made her pupils dilate and my cock harden. She was like expensive whiskey and my entire body warmed thinking about how receptive she had been in the bar. She wanted to fuck all night? Oh baby, I was more than up for that. Several hard inches of me were up for that right now.
What had changed her mind? As much as I wanted to take credit, it was pretty obvious that she had come to a decision before I even entered the bar. It was probably best not to read into it too much. We were both going to get what we wanted and I was going to take advantage of the situation as long as I could.
I heard the buzz of the keycard in the door and took several long strides towards the door. The anticipation was killing me. Clearly Nicole felt the same way, since she stepped inside, her bag dropping to the floor as she moved to meet me.
Her lips were on mine before I could say a word, her hands fisted in my shirt. She tasted like whiskey and peppermint. My own hands twisted in her hair as I angled her mouth upwards, my tongue finding hers, the hot, wet tangle making my blood boil. We were both wearing too many clothes.
I fumbled with the buttons of her top, unwilling to stop kissing her. She took it one step further, grabbing the front of my shirt and giving it an aggressive tug. I heard buttons spray across the room and felt her smile against my lips. Then her hands were on my bare chest, splayed across my stomach. But as they slid downwards, towards my belt, I shifted my own hands, moving away from her half-undone shirt and curving down around her gorgeous ass. Her arms immediately wrapped eagerly around my neck as I hoisted her into my arms, aligning her perfectly with my rock hard cock.
“Ooo,” she moaned, tearing her lips from mine, her head falling back as I thrust against her. Beneath my
“You know,” he said. “The service here is terrible. I think I’ll order a drink from the other end of the bar.” He gave James a pointed look. “You might want to order a cold glass of water, though. A big one.”
James gave him the one-finger salute, which Ethan returned as he pushed back from the bar and headed over to Maya, who greeted him with a flirtatious smile. Hmmm, I thought as Ethan returned the smile and put his phone in his back pocket. That’s interesting…
But my interest in the potential at the other end of the bar dissipated pretty quickly as I felt James’ finger drawing a circle in the middle of my palm. It was amazing how much a single digit turned me on. I couldn’t wait to get the rest of them all over me. My attention returned to him immediately and forgot not just Maya and Ethan, but the existence of everything else around me. There was nothing but James and his blue eyes and the way he was looking at me. The way a lion looked at a deer. Like something he wanted to devour. And this deer was more than ready to be eaten up. In all possible ways.
“When do you get off?” he murmured.
The second you touch me, I thought. “In an hour,” was what I managed to say.
He smiled and, reaching into his pocket, took out a room key and slid it across the bar, leaving it next to the gift. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, straightening. He gave the bag a tap. “You might want to bring this with you. I have a feeling we’ll both be thirsty tonight.”
15
James
I check my phone again , unaccustomed to this combination of anticipation and nervousness. At least when it came to women. This was how I usually felt before an important game – and I had been feeling it less and less lately – another sign that I needed a change in my life. I knew from experience that feeling this way usually ended in me playing better than I had played before. I could only imagine what it might result in when Nicole finally came through the door.
I grinned, remembering how she had melted under my touch. Even the simple brush of my fingers against her wrist had made her pupils dilate and my cock harden. She was like expensive whiskey and my entire body warmed thinking about how receptive she had been in the bar. She wanted to fuck all night? Oh baby, I was more than up for that. Several hard inches of me were up for that right now.
What had changed her mind? As much as I wanted to take credit, it was pretty obvious that she had come to a decision before I even entered the bar. It was probably best not to read into it too much. We were both going to get what we wanted and I was going to take advantage of the situation as long as I could.
I heard the buzz of the keycard in the door and took several long strides towards the door. The anticipation was killing me. Clearly Nicole felt the same way, since she stepped inside, her bag dropping to the floor as she moved to meet me.
Her lips were on mine before I could say a word, her hands fisted in my shirt. She tasted like whiskey and peppermint. My own hands twisted in her hair as I angled her mouth upwards, my tongue finding hers, the hot, wet tangle making my blood boil. We were both wearing too many clothes.
I fumbled with the buttons of her top, unwilling to stop kissing her. She took it one step further, grabbing the front of my shirt and giving it an aggressive tug. I heard buttons spray across the room and felt her smile against my lips. Then her hands were on my bare chest, splayed across my stomach. But as they slid downwards, towards my belt, I shifted my own hands, moving away from her half-undone shirt and curving down around her gorgeous ass. Her arms immediately wrapped eagerly around my neck as I hoisted her into my arms, aligning her perfectly with my rock hard cock.
“Ooo,” she moaned, tearing her lips from mine, her head falling back as I thrust against her. Beneath my
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