throughout the bar, leaving just a backlit light behind the rows of bottles highlighting the alcohol and a mirror.
“‘Night. Don’t stay long, Wild.” She cocked an eyebrow and he nodded before she locked the front door and left. I sucked in deep breaths as Lane held me in his lap, my legs straddling his on the barstool.
“Sorry, Sugar,” he murmured as his hand stroked my hair.
“I don’t want words.” I pressed my lips to his and tasted him, sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and caressed him with my tongue. He tasted of alcohol and Lane, a heady concoction. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his dark hair.
My insides boiled with anger at the position I’d just caught him in, but I was also inexpiably turned on. He’d opened something up inside me, first playing with Dillon in the hallway a few weeks ago, and now finding some other girl pleasuring him. I wanted to be on my knees, his thick cock in my mouth, but there was some piece buried down deep inside of me that liked the idea of another girl bringing him pleasure while I sucked him off.
Conflicted emotions swirled inside of me as I fought to understand them and claim him as mine. I only wanted him to receive pleasure from someone else if I was there to watch, participate, control the situation.
“So sweet,” he murmured before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging across it slowly. “So fucking sweet and beautiful and sassy. You’re intoxicating, Sugar. You intoxicate me.” He kissed me slowly, tasting me, savoring me, causing a slow moan to escape my throat as I fingered the buttons on his shirt. I popped each one slowly and then trailed my hands down the ridges of his stomach. I slid my palms around his narrow waist and fingered the skin just about the waistband of his jeans.
“I want you,” I moaned and worked my hips against his, grinding against his engorged cock, seeking relief. I just wanted to be in his arms, have him inside me, filling me, making me feel full and wanted like I’d never felt before. I’d never been so confident during sex, but the way he touched me, the way his eyes took me in, all hooded and lusty, had my nerves tingling with awareness. I’d never felt so sexy and suddenly all I wanted was to forget. Lose myself in his strong body, have him own every piece of me and bring me pleasure I’d never known was possible.
“Sugar,” he growled.
“Fuck me, Wild.” I nipped at his lip and his eyes flashed dangerously.
“Mmm, Sugar . . .” I growled as I kissed her. I nipped and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. “Stand and drop your pants.”
Kat’s eyes flashed open and desire flared. Her green eyes danced as she considered my words. Finally, she peeled herself off me slowly, standing beside the stool and slowly popping the button on her tight jeans and drawing the zipper down. She shimmied them over the curve of her hips before kicking them off at her feet.
“Panties too.” I slid a finger in the string at her hip and snapped it against her flesh. Her eyes flared with desire and I knew without a doubt she liked to be told what to do in the bedroom, or in a bar, as it were.
I continued to watch her chest heave and her eyes darken as a sense of possession seemed to overtake her. I knew Kat liked to play around in public places, but was the thought of me with another woman turning her on too? I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and worried it back and forth as I watched her drag her panties down her legs. “Up here, face the bar.” I patted my lap.
She turned and plopped her sweet ass on my lap before I peeled her shirt off her body. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and I swiped it to one side to unhook her bra. I slid the straps down each arm and tossed it on the floor at my feet.
I brought my lips to her neck and tasted her sweet flesh, pulling it into my mouth, drawing long sucks and nipping with my teeth. She squealed and bounced in my
“‘Night. Don’t stay long, Wild.” She cocked an eyebrow and he nodded before she locked the front door and left. I sucked in deep breaths as Lane held me in his lap, my legs straddling his on the barstool.
“Sorry, Sugar,” he murmured as his hand stroked my hair.
“I don’t want words.” I pressed my lips to his and tasted him, sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and caressed him with my tongue. He tasted of alcohol and Lane, a heady concoction. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his dark hair.
My insides boiled with anger at the position I’d just caught him in, but I was also inexpiably turned on. He’d opened something up inside me, first playing with Dillon in the hallway a few weeks ago, and now finding some other girl pleasuring him. I wanted to be on my knees, his thick cock in my mouth, but there was some piece buried down deep inside of me that liked the idea of another girl bringing him pleasure while I sucked him off.
Conflicted emotions swirled inside of me as I fought to understand them and claim him as mine. I only wanted him to receive pleasure from someone else if I was there to watch, participate, control the situation.
“So sweet,” he murmured before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging across it slowly. “So fucking sweet and beautiful and sassy. You’re intoxicating, Sugar. You intoxicate me.” He kissed me slowly, tasting me, savoring me, causing a slow moan to escape my throat as I fingered the buttons on his shirt. I popped each one slowly and then trailed my hands down the ridges of his stomach. I slid my palms around his narrow waist and fingered the skin just about the waistband of his jeans.
“I want you,” I moaned and worked my hips against his, grinding against his engorged cock, seeking relief. I just wanted to be in his arms, have him inside me, filling me, making me feel full and wanted like I’d never felt before. I’d never been so confident during sex, but the way he touched me, the way his eyes took me in, all hooded and lusty, had my nerves tingling with awareness. I’d never felt so sexy and suddenly all I wanted was to forget. Lose myself in his strong body, have him own every piece of me and bring me pleasure I’d never known was possible.
“Sugar,” he growled.
“Fuck me, Wild.” I nipped at his lip and his eyes flashed dangerously.
“Mmm, Sugar . . .” I growled as I kissed her. I nipped and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. “Stand and drop your pants.”
Kat’s eyes flashed open and desire flared. Her green eyes danced as she considered my words. Finally, she peeled herself off me slowly, standing beside the stool and slowly popping the button on her tight jeans and drawing the zipper down. She shimmied them over the curve of her hips before kicking them off at her feet.
“Panties too.” I slid a finger in the string at her hip and snapped it against her flesh. Her eyes flared with desire and I knew without a doubt she liked to be told what to do in the bedroom, or in a bar, as it were.
I continued to watch her chest heave and her eyes darken as a sense of possession seemed to overtake her. I knew Kat liked to play around in public places, but was the thought of me with another woman turning her on too? I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and worried it back and forth as I watched her drag her panties down her legs. “Up here, face the bar.” I patted my lap.
She turned and plopped her sweet ass on my lap before I peeled her shirt off her body. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and I swiped it to one side to unhook her bra. I slid the straps down each arm and tossed it on the floor at my feet.
I brought my lips to her neck and tasted her sweet flesh, pulling it into my mouth, drawing long sucks and nipping with my teeth. She squealed and bounced in my
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