Chapter 1
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d burned with this much feral desire. All I knew was that I did not want to handle this alone again. Not tonight.
By the time I reached “Shorty’s,” the dive bar on the corner of Chambers and Gandry, the chill of the autumn night air couldn’t touch the burning within me. I pushed the door open and scanned the crowd, unabashedly looking for someone hot and capable of… handling this. My eyes half lidded, I ordered a drink at the bar, and had barely received it when someone was at my back.
Tall, blonde and handsome, I’d seen this man here before. I turned slowly, looking him over. There was already a bulge in his jeans. Yes, this would do. I made eye contact and downed my beverage, slammed my glass down and stepped a little closer.
“Wanna dance?” He asked, nodding towards the open dance floor where a few people had gathered in the low light, swaying and bumping together.
If he wanted to play first, who was I to say no? I grinned back and headed that way.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” he asked. So original.
“Sophie, but gorgeous suits me just fine for tonight.” His face took a darkly bemused expression, and my core liquefied. “What’s yours?”
He hesitated, glancing over the crowd before his eyes met mine again. “Austin, but for right now, just call me yours.”
I smirked a sultry little smile back at him and stepped closer, moving to the music.
His hands roamed my hips, my waist, the curve of my back, and my skin was on fire.
I didn’t know how long we had been dancing. Maybe five seconds, maybe an hour. I just knew I was done building to it. I was ready to do something about the moisture, the ache, between my thighs.
I nodded towards the door to the bathroom. “You mind helping me… sate my appetite?” I asked with a slow, predatory grin.
His matching grin was confirmation enough. He nodded for me to lead the way, then followed me towards the door to the bathroom, his fingers loosely threading with mine.
I barely got the door locked when he was pulling at the hem of my shirt, and his lips crashed clumsily into mine. He smelled of whiskey, leather and beer, and I didn’t care.
My fingers grazed the stubble on his jaw before winding up into his short hair and clenching, wrenching his head back a little. He let out a low growl of appreciation, his mouth trailing hot, wet kisses across my jaw and throat. The low light of the bathroom cast shadows across his glistening skin, bringing the sharpness of his jaw and exposed teeth into contrast.
His hands made short work of the belt buckle of his pants and with a clumsy shimmy of his jeans, his length sprang free.
I groaned at the sight of it, feeling my mouth water and my core clench. “Fuck, you’re huge.”
He chuckled darkly, his hands returning to my waist to remove my skirt, but I caught his wrist and guided his hand to the hem and then higher, revealing I was not wearing underwear. He hissed through clenched teeth, “If you don’t tell me how you want this in the next five seconds, I will simply take you against the door.” He threatened.
“Fucking take me against the door, then.”
Without another word, he gripped my waist and lifted me, slamming me against the wood of the door. He leaned forward, using a knee to part my legs, leveraging my weight against it, and I felt the head of him glide across my slick opening.
I let out a low whimper of anticipation.
His lips crashed back into mine, hot and insistent, at the same moment that he rolled his hips and thrust fully inside of me.
The delicious stretch of him had me gasping, and he stilled for a moment, panting against my mouth. I groaned again and bucked my hips, encouraging him to continue.
Holding me in place with his chest and strong arms, he began to slowly slide out of me, almost all the way, before rolling back into me so that I could feel every inch of the places we were connected. My head fell back against the door in satisfaction, and his mouth found my throat once more, lingering with his breath on the sensitive skin there.
“Fuck me like it’s the last time you’ll ever be able to fuck.” I demanded, and his eyes met mine momentarily, before he began a slow rhythm, thrusting each time with deliberation.
When I closed my eyes and turned away, just enjoying the sensation, he gripped my chin and brought my eyes back to his. All of his attention was focused on me.
“Only as long as you take it as such.” He challenged.
My arms wove up around his shoulders, my fingers knotting into his hair once more, and I nodded.
He upped the pace immediately, his thrusts slamming me against the door. He slid me over to the door frame to avoid the rattling sound the door made, and we both chuckled breathily, before he again increased his speed.
His slamming thrusts were deliciously forceful, and I rocked my hips to meet every one of them, feeling that twisting pleasure building in my core.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.
This angle wasn’t quite enough to get me all the way there, so I reached up and gripped the edge of the door frame, elevating myself and arching my back to feel him grinding against my clit this time. He changed his grip on me to accommodate the angle and pounded into me like a battering ram.
Fuck yes. This is what I wanted, what I needed. Sweat dripped from his chin and my own face with every thrust, and I saw the building desperation in his eyes. He was close.
I gripped the doorframe and the back of his neck hard, and rode him furiously, meeting each thrust, matching his desperation, getting closer and closer, the pleasure building to that sweet, sweet breaking point.
With a rolling thrust and a loud gasp, I fell apart, my pleasure exploding through me, electrifying every nerve in my body. His face contorted in bliss, and after one, two thrusts from him, he followed me over the edge. I felt his fluids warm my insides and sighed with a measure of contentment.
He held me pinned there a moment longer, both of us catching our breath and letting the waves roll through us. Slowly he let me down from the door frame and stepped back.
My body was tired, and at least temporarily satisfied. I’d likely be sore in wonderful ways in the morning. The man grinned lazily at me, pullin his pants back up. The sound of the automatic paper towel dispenser caught me by surprise, before he handed me a paper towel with a smirk, glancing down at where the fluids were now running down my inner thigh.
I rolled my eyes and took it, smirking back at him.
“How’s that appetite?” he asked, rebuckling the belt.
I got myself cleaned up as best I could before responding over my shoulder, “Sated for now.”
“For now?”
I straightened my outfit and looked around for the shirt he had relieved me of. He handed it to me wordlessly.
“I’m uh. Having one of those insatiable days. You did great. Just means I will need another go shortly.”
He raised his brows, surprised and maybe a little impressed. “Huh.”
“You’re off the hook,” I assured him. “Thanks for the fuck.” I unlocked the door and strode out, aiming to head back to the bar for another drink.
I heard him rumble, “My pleasure.” as he exited the bathroom and made his way back to where his friends were waiting. I heard some measure of hooting and applause and rolled my eyes.
I nodded to the bartender and ordered a double, sliding back onto the seat at the bar.
My phone buzzed as my drink arrived. It was Cassidy checking up on me.
“I’m all good. Not ready to go home yet tho.” I sent a quick response. I appreciated that she wanted to make sure I was okay. You never know what’s keeping someone out these days.
“You sure? I could send Nick.” She offered, mentioning her boyfriend.
“Lol, nooo. Send someone hot.” I sent back, teasing. “And available.” I followed up, taking a drink from my beverage and looking over the crowd.
“How much have you had?” she replied.
I typed back quickly, “Of alcohol, or sex? The answer to both is not nearly enough.” That might make her worry. “JK,” I sent. “I’m all good, Cass.”
The text bubble appeared and disappeared. I downed the last of my drink before her next message appeared. “I’m sending Jax.”
Fuck. Jax was the last person I wanted to see. He was Cassidy’s brooding older brother, and would manhandle me if he determined I needed to leave. I wasn’t ready for that.
“Noooooo” I sent back. “I’m not ready to go. Did you tell him what I said?”
Again, the bubble appeared and disappeared a few times before I got a response. “I told him you were out drinking and basically a feral cat right now. I have your location, he will be there in 10 minutes.”
“He’s gonna make me leeeeave.” I complained back.
I set my phone face down on the counter and turned back to the bartender. “Can I have another one?” Shit, was I slurring my words?
