Trevor

Trevor

Hazily, I follow after her, lacing our hands together as I stand. She twirls in the middle of the room, and I lift my arm to accommodate her spin before she comes back, softly chuckling as she softly rolls her hips against me.

My hands drop down to her waist, gripping her tightly as she does it again.

“What are you doing, Raven? This isn’t the club. The world isn’t your dance floor.”

She turns to look at me over her shoulder, a challenging look in her eye accompanied by that playful smile I’m not used to seeing on her.

“Shouldn’t it be?” she asks as she grinds her ass against me again.

Fucking hell. I should probably give a shit that we are literally dry humping in the middle of this bar. Should probably care that I’ve already had her, or maybe I should care that I can’t fucking stand her. No one has ever infuriated me so consistently in life than this woman right here. Something about the way her shoulders relax, the way her body sinks into my touch as if it’s the first time she’s truly relaxed in years has me holding her tighter, ready to lay out anyone who tries to dim the rare sight of her light.

My hands have a mind of their own. I’ll blame the obscene amount of bourbon we’ve drunk as they seek out her silky skin. It doesn’t take long for me to feel her satin bare thighs, gently lifting her dress with each move. I allow my fingers to dance over her, tracing random patterns against her smoothness until my fingers graze just under her hemline.

She startles at that, spinning around in my arms in a flash. Her eyes come up to mine, gently lidded no doubt from the effects of the alcohol running through her veins. I’m about to apologize for obviously crossing a line when she reaches a hand up behind my head, pulling me down for a kiss.

I haven’t kissed a woman on the mouth in almost a decade. It complicates things. It’s too personal, too emotional, but as soon as I feel her gentle pull, I’m sucked in, closing the distance between us until my lips are crushed against hers. Her soft tongue slips into my mouth, tangling with my own as I reach up to grip her face. The kiss isn’t sweet or gentle. I’m not sure you could ever use those words to describe Sage Aberton. It’s passion, desperation, an intrinsic biological need.

When I feel her teeth nip at my lower lip, it does something to me, causing me to push her away. She looks up at me dazed, disappointment beginning to cloud her features as I reach into my wallet, drop more hundred dollar bills than I care to count onto the table before I take a step closer to her, cupping her face again to get one more taste of her, stealing this one right off her lips.

She arches into me, softly gasping into my mouth as I return the favor, biting down on her lower lip before sucking it into my mouth. Quickly, I pull away, grabbing her hand with my own as we stumble out of the bar and out onto the street. My eyes flick around the streets of Belltown, too in a rush to make some mistakes with the dark-haired beauty by my side to order a ride or call my usual service.

A yellow cab catches my attention down the road. Shit, I didn’t even know those things ran out here anymore. I lift up an arm to hail it, and thankfully, the guy seems to see me. I usher Sage in first, closing the door as I drop a stack of bills into the money transfer bowl in the divider as I drag her over into my lap.

“Just drop us at the corner of Fourteenth and Avenue E. There’s a grand there to keep your eyes forward.”

The guy doesn’t respond before the car takes off. Or maybe he does, and I don’t hear him. I don’t know, I’m too busy devouring Sage as she straddles me. Her dress has risen, all that’s left between us is a thin piece of lace and my pants. Shouldn’t have spoken so soon, though, because her hands make quick work of my slacks, undoing my belt before reaching inside and pulling out my cock.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I lean my head against the back of the seat.

Most women would be shy, nervous. They’d fumble or try to be sexy by asking what I want them to do next. Sage does none of those things because to her this isn’t about pleasing me, it’s not about winning my affections hoping she can snag the NFL quarterback. She hates me, and the feeling is mutual. Right now all she is focused on is her pleasure, and I can honestly say I’ve never seen something so goddamn sexy.

She rises up on her knees, lining herself up over me before sinking down. Her pussy feels like fucking heaven as she grips me, slowly lowering herself until I’m fully seated inside her. A soft mewling noise escapes her mouth, and I thrust up instantly, desperate to hear it again. She doesn’t disappoint, her mouth falling open as her hands come to my shoulders to stabilize herself.

“Fuck, yes. Ride me, Raven,” I encourage as I cup the back of her ass and help guide her movements.

Her eyes flutter open softly to look at me as she nods, her hips beginning to gyrate in a hypnotic rhythm that has my balls tightening already.

“Fuck, Trevor. I forgot how good this dick is, for an old man at least,” she teases with a wink.

“Does this feel old to you, baby?” I ask as I push up deeper than before, causing her mouth to drop open as I begin pounding into her from underneath.

“Did you take your little blue pill this morning or what?” she moans.

Is it possible for her to ever not be a smart-ass? Even when my cock is practically inside her cervix? I’m thinking no.

“Shut the fuck up, Raven, or I’ll stuff your mouth full.”

The amusement in her eyes twinkles as she looks at me.

“Promise?”

I feel her hand reach behind, cupping my balls as she continues bouncing on me, her tits practically spilling out of her dress as she does.

“Such a dirty little girl,” I grit through clenched teeth as I try to hold my release at bay.

“You have no idea, Michaels,” she groans as her movements pick up, becoming less coordinated and more desperate.

“Can’t wait to find out,” I mutter as I slip my hand in front of her, brushing my thumb against her clit.

“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love getting fucked in this taxi like the little slut you are.”

“Out of the two of us, you’re the slut, Trevor,” she argues, but the way her pussy clenches at my words contradicts herself.

“Let me feel you fall apart on me,” I say as I bring her head closer, running my lips against the soft shell of her ear. “Let go for me, baby. Come.”

As if my single word was a command she could never refuse, she screams, her orgasm tearing through her as she gasps and moans and curses. I feel her pussy squeeze me so tight, it sends me spiraling. My balls draw up and empty inside her as she continues riding my cock like a goddamn goddess.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. God. Yes!” she rambles as her movements slowly ease, her breathing labored, and her hair all over the place. She runs a hand through it, looking freshly fucked and kinda perfect as the car stops.

“Uh, we’re here.” The driver coughs uncomfortably.

I expect Sage to get embarrassed. Had this been Erica, she would have been mortified. Scratch that. Erica would have never done something like that in the first place. She’s too shy, too soft. Sage, however, laughs. Fucking laughs as she pops open my door, smoothly sliding off my dick and out of the car.

“Hope you enjoyed the show, big boy.” Sage smiles.

I let out a surprised laugh at that, tucking my cock back into my pants as I slide out of the car and slam the door shut. Looking ahead, I see Sage walking ahead of me down the sidewalk just a bit before entering the security code for the gate. When it opens, she turns to look over her shoulder at me, a daring look in her eye as she takes off running, and something in me takes over as I chase after her.