Chapter 5

5

Isaw her sitting at the bar. For a woman who seemed to be dismissive of attention, her red dress demanded it. Tight, silky satin clung to her in all the right places. She seemed more comfortable than other times I'd seen her in public, and I wondered if that was because of the nearly empty glass of red wine she absentmindedly swirled in her right hand.

The seat beside her was taken by a girl trying to get her attention.

She stood slowly after a few minutes. The girl's attempt in capturing Claudia in conversation had failed. I walked over, trying not to seem too desperate, trying to maintain a gait that didn't show how badly I wanted to be in that seat next to her.

She barely noticed me. Her gaze on the barman, watching him make fancy drinks with ease. Her fingers absentmindedly traced up and down the stem of her wine glass.

I waited, stealing glances her way, hoping to make eye contact, but instead I was looking at her glass of wine, watching it slowly empty.

She took the last sip, crimson lipstick stains on the rim of the glass. I saw her debate with herself as whether to have another, and as the thought crossed her mind, her eyes drifted to me for the first time.

I leaned over with a smile. "Can I get you another drink?" I asked.

Her head tilted a little, her eyes giving nothing away, but maybe, maybe there was a hint of a smile. The pause lingered.

"Sure, I'll have another," she finally said.

I tried to stop the sigh of relief on my lips after the long, lingering pause. I was mostly successful. I turned to the bartender. "Two, please."

Her eyebrows raised as she settled back in her seat, and her red dress rose up her thighs a little higher as she unashamedly let her gaze linger over me.

"You didn't strike me as a red wine type of girl," she said.

I looked back at her. "There's a lot that you may not anticipate with me," I said, taking my wine and swirling it in my glass a little before I took another drink. I looked at her over the edge of the rim.

"Like what, then," she said,with a bit of a challenge in her voice.

I took a small sip from the glass, looking over at her with a small smile. "I'm not too picky with my wine," I said before continuing. "I like to drink in a lot of things. Wine. The presence of a beautiful woman. The way she looks. The small smile. The glances. I take it all in. Very observant."

I took a little inhale, weighing her up and finding her incredibly hard to read. Maybe that's what caught my attention the most. My teeth lightly ran over my bottom lip. My glass settled once more on the counter.

"And what catches your attention?" she asked.

"A classy woman alone at the bar sipping on wine. Dressed up, but tough to get her attention. That catches my attention."

Now I'd finally gotten her to smile, though I could tell she was trying to hide it.

"They can be hard to come by," she murmured as she shifted a little in her seat, sliding an inch forward, just a tiny bit closer but not much.

"And what catches your attention?" I asked with a little smile, inching just a little closer, too.

Her hand settled on the bar top, slender fingers fanning, then red nails lightly tracing while she mulled over my question. Then she looked straight at me. "Usually something that brings trouble."

"Here's another thing you may not suspect about me." I leaned in close to her. "I tend to cause a lot of trouble."

She watched me, taking in the way I leaned in with confidence and weighing it up in her mind.

She stretched out her leg, her ankle circling and her foot casually glancing against my leg.

"What kind of trouble?"

I took a deep breath. We were doing the dance, and it would have been so easy to give her what she wanted. The flirt, the tease, the fuck. But there was something I needed to acknowledge.

"I think you know, Claudia." Her eyebrows raised as I said her name. I leaned in next to her ear and whispered softly, "The kind that makes you want to come back for more even if you almost wish you wouldn't."

There was another pause.

"Do you think I'll want more of you?"

I felt the closeness, how she invaded my space with ease. Her words lingered against my ear, and goosebumps lined my skin. I tried to hide my shiver. My nipples hardened under my shirt.

I took a chance. "I think you already do. Don't you?"

She leaned in until her lips brushed against my jaw. Reaching my ear, she paused—a soft breath, almost a pant—then her hand moved to my thigh, nails lightly digging in as her teeth nipped and pulled on my lobe before she whispered, "Maybe."

Electric shock ran right through my body and pulsed between my legs.

I smiled and pulled my face away a little. Then I leaned back in to find her lips. I kissed them, a light, soft kiss. It didn't last long, yet it lingered. "You can say yes."

My kiss surprised her, my softness in contrast to her boldness. Full of surprises. Her hand that still lingered on my thigh slid up.

"In my experience, women who bring trouble," she said, inching higher and higher, "don't go for the easy yes."

She pulled her hand away, back down my thigh, retreating just an inch or so from my space.

"Then let me get you another drink," I said with a smile. I was a little surprised at her movement away from me. I turned to face her, my hand lightly brushing along her outer thigh.

She looked down, watching my hand graze along her bare skin. Her fingers moved to my shirt, the pads of her fingers dancing over the cool cotton over my shoulder.

"Maybe we should have a drink somewhere else," she murmured.

I stood up and extended my hand to her. "Where did you have in mind?" I asked.

She reached for her drink and drained her glass before she stood. Her dress had ridden up her thighs again, showing off long legs and barely covering the curve of her ass. She threaded her fingers with mine.

"I have a room, if you'd like a more private drink?" she said.

I couldn't help but stare at her exposed legs, wondering how good my hand would feel on her ass. I had to let those thoughts pass quickly, though. I gave her hand a squeeze and extended my other arm out.

"You lead the way," I said.

She strode forward, stilettos clicking against the floor. With every step, her hips rolled, a slow seductive movement showing off her curves as she took us to the elevator. We stepped inside, our first moment alone again, and she leaned across me to select the floor.

When the doors closed, I couldn't help but turn to her. I pushed her against the wall of the elevator and kissed her. I knew we'd have to break the kiss as soon as the elevator doors opened, but at that moment, I just focused on the way her lips felt against mine.

With her pinned against the metal interior of the elevator, I could see us in the reflection and at every angle as my body pressed against hers and her lips found mine with all the want I knew was inside of her, even if she chose to try and resist it. Her chin tilted up, and her hand that was holding mine guided my palm to her ass as she returned my kiss. My entire body tingled as I took a full, firm squeeze of her ass.

I wanted to push her panties to the side and fuck her there and then up against the wall of the elevator. I found my hand straying around to push between her legs and threatened to do just what I was thinking about. Then the ding of the elevator sounded.

It took me a second to release her. But the moment I did, she moved with intent, fumbling for her keycard before leading us to her room.

I followed behind her, recapturing my breath and staring at her ass. My own intent was crystal clear in my movement—to get to her room as quickly as possible.

She let go of my hand while she let us into her room. As soon as the door closed behind us, she turned away from me.

She slowly bent over, fingers on the clip of her stiletto, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her dress rode up so high that I could see that soft, sexy swell of her ass, and I caught a strong glimpse of the black lace panties that covered her pussy. She removed her left shoe then her right shoe.

I stared as she teased me with her slow undressing. It took everything in me to not let out a gasp. I felt my control leaving my body with every passing moment. I took a step forward and found my hand on her ass once again.

She stayed where she was, feeling my hand against her, bent over she reached back and slowly peeled her dress up, red satin riding up her ass to rest at her hips. Her lacy thong hid very little and her ass cheeks were smooth and creamy.

I thought my mind and body might explode there and then. I'd never met anyone like her.

I'd never wanted anyone sexually in the way I wanted her.

I studied her for a moment.

"Why don't you take your panties off for me?" I whispered, but it came out in a breathy hiss.

She looked at me from over her shoulder, watching me study her as her fingers found the elastic at her hips. She slowly and obediently slid her underwear down, her thighs slightly parted, the fabric gliding over her ass. Then she let go, the black lace dropping to her ankles.

"I could take you right here," I said. "Touch that beautiful pussy of yours. Would you like that? For me to fuck you bent over right here, right now?"

"Is that what you want?" She swayed her hips softly, such a fucking tease. "Do you want to fuck me from behind like this?"

Her hands grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulled it up and over. She threw the fabric onto the floor and stood before me. Naked. Bent over. Looking over her shoulder at me with bedroom eyes.

"Do whatever you want to me," she whispered. Her words were like silk.

I felt a rush of pleasure like nothing else run right through me.

I tapped her ass with my palm a few times, watching her body respond to my slaps. I spanked her harder. I enjoyed hearing her moan and watching her her body move under my hand. Her ass colored up beautifully in red hand prints.

Fuck, she was so beautiful.

"I will do exactly as I please with you," I said, buoyed with confidence.

I spanked her again. Hard. She cried out and moved so she could grip onto the sheets of the bed with her hands.

I spanked her again and enjoyed watching her flesh ripple around my hand.

I could see glimpses of her wanting pussy as she moved. It glistened wet in the light as though begging for me. I couldn't wait to take her.

I moved my hand to her hips, gently touching her sides before gripping them more firmly. She gasped as my hands roamed her body.

"I've wanted to bend you over and fuck you since the first moment I saw you," I said.

She gasped and buried her face in the bed. Her back arched and her ass rose up to me and welcomed me in.

My fingers ran down the cleft of her ass, softly, gently, teasingly.

I ran them around the rim of her anus and she moaned for me.

I slid them down into her wetness and she moaned again, wriggling her feet wider apart to give me better access.

Slowly, I pushed two of my fingers into her pussy, letting her adjust to me before I began to move them, spreading them inside her.

She gasped, and when I pulled back, my fingers were coated in her wetness.

I gripped her ass in my left hand, giving it a hard slap as I began to fuck her with my right hand, making sure that she could feel the slow curl of my fingers inside her down toward the swell of her G-spot.

I added a third finger and it slid in easily. She was so wide open and wanting for me.

She let out a cry, her pussy tensing hard around my fingers as another slap vibrated through her. A beautiful red handprint colored up on her left ass cheek, and her body responded, pushing back into my fingers so each movement became harder, deeper, rougher.

"This is exactly what I wanted to do to you," I growled, picking up my rhythm and fucking her harder. I gripped her left hip hard with my left hand and moved faster with my right. She moaned louder, and her cries became more desperate for me.

"You like it rough, baby?" I asked.

"Mmmm, yes," she murmured, barely coherent. Her face was buried in the bedsheets, her hair was a tangled mess, and she lost herself to the fucking. I glanced between her legs and saw long, glistening strands of her lust.

Our bodies moved together as I held her hips tightly and rocked my fingers into her again and again. And she was not fucking quiet. She moaned loudly, over and over, her legs trembling as she pushed back against me. She desperately needed everything I gave her. I gave her another slap as I continued to push, gripping her hip again to pull her back onto my fingers.

She squirted for my fingers, and I felt the gush of it against the palm of my hand. I paused for a second to watch as it ran down the inside of her thighs and onto the carpet.

"Messy girl. Aren't you?"

"Uh…mmmm." Her words were incoherent.

"Let's see if we can make more of a mess of the carpet," I said, and her ass pushed into me.

"Please…" I heard her say, and I leant in close to her face to hear what she wanted.

"More…" Only one word fell from her lips, and I was more than happy to give it to her.

I added a fourth finger and went back to fucking, fucking her harder than anyone I ever have in my life. I've never known anyone want for it quite like she did, moaning, crying, pushing her ass back at me.

Her body tensed, sweat glistening on her skin. Her moans were loud as her hips dipped, bending over more, just begging for relief. Her orgasm was hard and fast and came with a lot of squirting. I felt overwhelmed as she collapsed onto the bed. I slid my fingers in and out slowly and gently, over and over, to fuck her through it, until I thought she was done. I was about to withdraw when I felt her hand reach back to touch my wrist.

"Don't," she murmured.

"What do you need, baby?" I asked, leaning forward again to hear her answer.

"Your hand. All of it. Gently."

It wasn't what I was expecting to be asked for, but I was happy to oblige. She was lying prone on the bed now, I tucked my thumb in and pushed back inside of her. I marvelled as she eased herself slowly backward onto my hand, her wetness gradually opening to take me inside.

All of me.

As my hand slid allthe way in and I curled my fingers into a fist inside of her, I felt her pussy tighten around it and close around my wrist. I felt desperate to hold her close. I lowered my body on top of hers and I rocked her on my fist.

"You've got all of me, baby," I said, holding her tightly with my left hand and pushing my body down on top of her.

Her breathing quickened. It was different than before. Deep, intimate, close. She rocked to another orgasm pinned beneath me, tiny movements of my fist buried deep inside of her. Her orgasm seemed to take over her as her body shuddered around my fingers again and again and again. She seemed transported to another world as I held her tightly and stayed inside of her as she came again and again.

It felt like forever before I carefully slid out of her, finally and completely, and she winced at the loss of me. Her body was shaking and glossy with sweat beneath me. I rolled off to the side of her.

She turned back and reached for me, collapsing further into my arms, and I held her close to me. She was crying, and she buried her face in my neck.

"Oh, Raven," she managed from her breathless lips, and my heart leapt to hear my name on her tongue.