Chapter 4

chapter four

Davis

"Trouble"— Camylio

W hen I stand from the chair, Zara slips her hand in mine and starts to tug me toward the bar, calling back over her shoulder, "I need a drink, a shot… something ."

I don't need to hear her say it to know exactly what she's feeling.

Shit, that just felt like the hottest foreplay of my fucking life, and my dick's still hard despite my attempt at tucking it into the waistband of my briefs.

"How about you pick this time," she says when we get back to the bar, and she flags down Ernie. "Since Fireball isn't your thing."

"Alright. What about… tequila?"

She shrugs, offering me a smile before telling Ernie, "Two shots of tequila with lime, please."

I notice when she turns to face the bar that the strap of her dress has fallen, so I lift my hand and slide it back in place, letting the pads of my fingers sweep along her heated skin.

A seemingly innocent movement, but she shivers in response, dragging her eyes to mine and swallowing roughly.

Time slows, and for a moment, we stay just like that, my fingers sweeping along the soft skin of her shoulder, her vibrant green eyes holding mine.

"Here you go, darlin'," Ernie's gravelly voice interrupts from the other side of the bar. We both turn to see the shot glasses of tequila he's sliding to us, along with a set of limes.

Zara thanks him, giving him a saccharine smile as she grabs the tequila and lime and turns back toward me. "Okay, Loverboy, drink up."

"Yes, ma'am."

I pick the shot up, clinking the shot glass against hers, and we toss them back, immediately sucking on the lime afterward.

Zara's nose scrunches, and her lips pucker as the lime juice runs down her chin and drips onto her neck. "Jesus, that's more bitter than I expected. Ugh, shit, it's everywhere."

"Yeah, looks like a mess," I murmur, leaning in, "Let me be a good boy and help you clean it up."

Heat flares in her eyes, her pupils wide and blown, her lips parting.

Lowering my mouth to her neck, I drag my tongue along the rivulet of juice, licking and sucking every drop off her skin.

And fuck, for something that's supposed to taste sour, it tastes so goddamn sweet.

"Davis," she breathes, her hands flying to the front of my shirt and fisting in the fabric.

I love hearing her tease me by calling me Loverboy, but I love hearing her moan my name even more. I want nothing more than to hear her screaming it while I eat her, fuck her, worship her.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded when I pull back, giving her a cocky grin.

"Wha—"

"God, will you shut up and kiss me already? I'm tired of waiting," she murmurs, colliding into me and sliding her arms around my neck. Her fingers tangle in the hair at my nape, those pointy, black nails scraping against my skin and causing me to fucking shiver.

Thank fuck.

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her forward, my lips crashing with hers roughly, hours of pent-up want exploding between us, making the air heavy and thick. My tongue sweeps into her parted lips, and she whimpers when I stroke it against hers the same way that I would fuck her.

Slow and deliberate, I take my time tasting her, committing it to memory.

Hot and wet. A frantic, desperate tangle of tongues that doesn't feel like enough, like it could never be enough.

This kiss is fucking dangerous.

It's the kind of kiss that makes a guy do stupid shit. A kiss he'd lay it all on the line for.

My pulse races when her hands slip beneath the loose fabric of my shirt, the muscles tightening as she rakes her nails along my abs. She whimpers, soft and so fucking sweet, when I bring my hand to her hair and fist it in response, tipping her head back and angling her mouth to kiss her deeper, swallowing down every little noise, every mewl.

Every fucking breath.

Her lips move from mine for the briefest fleeting moment, and I feel her whispering breathlessly against my mouth, "I want you. Please, get me out of here. Right now."

I pull back, peering down at her as her plea washes over me. She has no fucking idea just how badly I want her, but fuck, it was that easy to forget we're in a bar room full of people.

We're not exactly at the kind of place with many options for privacy, especially for all of the things I want to do to her.

And apparently, I've got all of those things written on my face because she seems to know exactly what I'm thinking. Her eyes bounce around the bar, drifting over the crowd of people and around the room until it lands on the darkened hallway, and her brow lifts, an unspoken question passing between us.

Fuck it.

"Let's go," I say, grabbing her hand and weaving her fingers in mine as I turn and guide us through the crowded bar.

I have no fucking clue where I'm going; all I know is I want Zara alone. The hallway at the back of the bar is dark and small, with boxes of liquor piled everywhere and a few random photos along the walls. Zara's hand tightens in mine as I lead her further past the bathrooms to where I see a set of doors at the end.

The door to the right has a sign that says Office on it, so I guide her to the one on the left and try the knob.

Thank fuck, it opens. I hurriedly pull us both inside and shut the door before someone sees us.

It's dark inside the room, with only thin slivers of moonlight filtering through the window, but enough that I can make out what's inside. This must be where they store the extra alcohol and supplies. There are boxes stacked around the room, and I can see the glint of glass bottles reflecting in the moonlight.

It's slightly musty and damp in here, but at least we're alone. The only sound is the faint thump of music coming from the bar, the bass vibrating the walls slightly as it pours through the speakers.

Zara turns to face me, her dark lashes fanning along her cheeks as she drags her eyes to mine, and I can't wait another fucking second to touch her.

I curve my palm along her hip and close the distance between us until she's pressed against my front. Her breath hitches at the contact, a breathy little noise escaping her lips that shoots directly to my dick and nearly causes my brain to short-circuit.

"Finally alone, Trouble," I murmur. "Now, what are you going to do about it?"

Her lips tilt and her eyes flare as she lifts her chin and ghosts her lips along mine. The smallest brush of contact that has me fucking dizzy with desperation to taste her, touch her, fuck her until she's screaming my name.

"What I've been waiting to do all night," she whispers against my skin, kissing the corner of my mouth softly at the same time she slides her hands beneath my shirt and brushes the tips of her fingers along my lower abs.

That's all it takes for the tightly wound cord to snap.

My hand slides into her hair as she slams her lips against mine and moans hungrily into my mouth, the sound slipping into my bloodstream like a hit of the most potent drug, and I'm fucking gone. When her tongue sweeps into my mouth, I lift her off her feet and carry her to the stack of boxes behind her, placing her at the edge as I step between her parted thighs.

Her hips roll against my aching cock with every brush of our tongues, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through my slacks as she grinds against me.

There's nothing slow or explorative about the way we're moving together.

I've wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her, and this chemistry, this electric current of tension between us, has been a constant buzzing hum.

Tearing my lips from hers, I kiss along the edge of her jaw, grazing and nipping at her heated skin. I soothe the bite with my tongue before trailing a wet, searing path down her neck, tasting the sweet, salty remnants of tonight on her.

"I've been thinking about this all night. Tasting you. Seeing those pretty little red lips smeared from being kissed by me," I mumble against her skin. Her fingers thread into my hair as I continue my path lower, tugging roughly at the strands. The bite of pain, a mixture with heady pleasure, is an unexpected surprise.

My lips trail along her collarbone, down her chest, until I pull back to admire the taut, pebbled little peaks of her nipples as they press against the fabric of her dress.

I lift my eyes to hers, drinking in the flush of her cheeks and her swollen, parted lips as she peers down at me with heavy-lidded eyes framed in thick, dark lashes.

She's a fucking vision bathed in pale moonlight, and I wish I had more time so I could properly see her. Strip her bare and take my time appreciating every inch of her.

"Then be a good boy and get on your knees for me." Her words are a breathless pant.

I bring my thumb to her mouth, dragging the rough pad of it over her bottom lip, smearing the red on her lips slightly.

Her gaze darkens as she sucks my finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue along the tip just the way I imagine she would with my cock.

Something I'd do just about anything to see right now.

"This mouth," I rasp darkly. "One day, I'm going to fuck it. Then, we'll see just how much of a brat you are when your throat is stuffed full of my cock."

Smirking around my finger, she bites down roughly on the tip, her eyes lighting up with something I can't exactly place.

Excitement? Maybe even a challenge.

Fuck yeah, I knew Zara would be the kind of girl to match me toe to toe, and the flickering desire in her eyes proves it.

I pull my thumb free and do just as I'm told, dropping to my knees between her legs, keeping my gaze focused on hers as I run my palms slowly up the top of her thighs, inching her dress higher.

Her legs fall open as the dress bunches at her hips, exposing the tiniest, barely there scrap of lace covering her pussy. I have to bite back a groan when I see the damp spot darkening the front of the fabric.

Fuck.

I haven't even touched her yet, and she's already soaked.

Sliding my arms beneath her thighs, I curve them around her hips and yank her to the edge, placing her legs over my shoulder as I brush the pad of my thumb over the wet lace. I dip my head and press my lips softly against her clit. Then, I flatten my tongue and drag it over the fabric, licking her through it.

I tug the lace aside with my fingers, exposing her pussy. Pretty and pink, glistening with her arousal, her swollen little clit peeks out, begging for my mouth.

My fingers trace the glistening seam of her pussy, coating them with her arousal. I spread her open and flick my tongue over her clit once, then again when her hips rock against my mouth, all while I watch her, taking in the way her breath hitches and she tosses her head back on her shoulders, sinking further into the wall behind her.

"Can you be a good girl and be quiet while I eat your pretty little pussy, Trouble?" I drag my finger through her wetness, circling her entrance but never pushing inside.

When she doesn't answer me, I pull my hand back and lightly slap her pussy. Just enough to get her attention.

Her eyes snap open and rake down to me, a look of surprise flickering in her eyes.

"Did you just… spank my pussy?

I smirk against her heated flesh. "Yeah, I did, and if we weren't in the back room of this fucking bar, I'd spank your ass the same way. Bad girls who are trouble need to be punished."

"God, you're so fucking hot, Davis."

Trailing my finger back up to her clit, I rub a soft, languid circle, watching as her eyes flutter shut. "Answer my question. Can you be quiet?"

After a beat, she nods, raking her teeth over her pillowy bottom lip.

Without wasting another second, I drag my tongue up her pussy from ass to clit, lapping at her.

Goddamnit, she tastes too fucking good, I want to drown in her.

My tongue circles her clit, flicking the tight little nub until she's rocking against my face, her fingers threaded in my hair, holding my mouth tightly to her.

"Fuck." A strangled moan tumbles breathlessly from her parted lips, and I pause, pulling back to look up at her.

I delve my tongue into her tight hole while I strum her clit with my thumb in quick, rough circles.

Zara seems to like a bit of pain with her pleasure, and fuck, there's nothing sexier.

If I thought she was breathtaking before? It doesn't hold a candle to the way she looks with my tongue buried in her pussy. Her dark lashes fan against her cheeks as she writhes, rubbing her pussy on my face unabashedly.

Seeing her cheeks flushed pink from pleasure makes me wonder if her skin would bloom the same way from my hands.

I slide two fingers inside of her while circling her clit with my tongue, and the moment I hook them up, she whimpers my name so fucking soft and sweet that I nearly come in my pants.

"Right there, yes. Yes. Yes," she chants. " Please don't stop."

As if there's anything in the fucking world that would stop me from devouring her.

Closing my lips around her clit, I fuck her harder with my fingers, stroking that spot until I feel her tightening around me.

"Coming. Oh god… Davis," she whimpers, panting, thrashing, as her fingers tighten in my hair.

The slick walls of her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and she comes wildly, tossing her head to the side as her entire body trembles. Her thighs snap shut, tightening around my head and holding me in place while she rides out her orgasm.

And I can't stop watching her, admiring how goddamn pretty she is.

My free hand slides up her stomach to tweak her pebbled nipples. I tug and pull, prolonging the orgasm until she's too sensitive.

It's over too quickly, leaving me aching for more.

She said she was trouble, and now I'm realizing just how fucking much I'm in.