2. Wicked

2

Wicked

Normally, I Can Only Do That To Myself

"Lift your legs for me, cari?o ."

She immediately listens as she hooks her leg around my waist.

"You listen so well," I say into the soft skin of her neck as I nip and pull at her flesh. I feel her tighten around my cock at that. She likes my praise.

She was in control at the bar, played the game well, but it's clear she doesn't do this often. Neither do I. While I've had my fair share of casual hook-ups and one-night-stands, I've never done so without learning my partner's name, and rarely without taking them back to my place or theirs.

Watching this fierce and outspoken woman turn timid and pliant in my arms the moment we were behind closed doors was a surprise– albeit, not an unpleasant one. I've always liked taking the lead in the bedroom. Or, well, office in this case.

I drag my lips across her collar bone, she claws at my back, and I fuck her hard against the door. She doesn't hold back the moans that fly from her pretty lips as I hit just the right spot inside her.

The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I kissed her breathless, stealing her words and doubts with my mouth. Then, I did the exact same thing with my cock when I shoved her skirt above her hips, slipped a condom on, and sank inside her slowly. I felt drunk on her, and I didn't have it in me to move us to the couch, or even the desk. I needed her immediately. I needed her against the door.

She didn't seem to have any complaints about it, though. She let me guide her through our movements with trust I'd give her everything she's looking for.

Our position allows me to fuck her rough, and I swear, she's the tightest, wettest pussy I've ever been inside. She fits me like a goddamn glove. She takes every fucking inch, meets me thrust for thrust as I slam her body against the wood.

"Harder," she moans.

Fuck.

"Are you flexible, baby?" I pull away to look at her. Her head is thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

She doesn't open her eyes or close her parted lips as she nods lightly. I grasp under her knee and hike her body up, swooping underneath her other leg until she's completely airborne and both her calves are hanging off my biceps. The movement brings her hips inward and her ass outward, allowing me the freedom to pump faster and fuck deeper.

"Oh my–" She inhales a sharp breath. "Oh, fuck. Yes. Right there."

I'm losing my mind as my pace increases to a reckless rhythm. Electric heat shoots down my back, gathering in my spine. My body is on fire, and I can feel my cock pulsating, readying to spill inside of her. I can feel her wetness coating the inside of her thighs, the warmth of her pussy euphoric, and the way she tightens every time I hit that spot so deep has me going cross-eyed.

She's growing tighter and slicker by the second, her moans becoming so loud, I'm sure any patron using the bathroom could hear us at this moment. I'm past caring, though. I continue pumping in her hard and fast, determined to throw us both over the edge and into the freefall of bliss.

"I'm going to–"

"That's it, cari?o . Come for me. You're taking it so well."

"Fuck!" The word is soft, sweet, and breathless as it falls from her lips on a cry. She becomes impossibly tight, and my mind scatters as the heat inside my spine explodes into white-hot pleasure. Her release floods over me as she screams out in ecstasy.

I remain buried inside her, my face in the crook of her neck as we float down from the high of our orgasms. It feels as if we're both stunned into silence, only our heavy breathing filtering through the room.

I lift my head, and her eyes flutter open. Blue and bright with lust, they soak me in. A soft, glowing flush runs across her cheeks and down to her heaving chest. I'm still holding her against the wall—still inside her—but I feel frozen, unable to pull out or pull back. The moment stretches on for what feels like forever and not even a second at the same time.

She's just…so pretty. Unbelievably so.

I don't know her name, and by the sound of it, she has no intention of ever seeing me again. But I can't help myself as I lean in. Her eyes widen as I press my lips to hers, soft and feather-light, just one final taste of this mysterious, fierce, alluring woman I'll never get to see again.

She accepts my kiss. She gives it back. A soft moan escapes her lips, and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She clasps her arms around my neck and tightens her grip on me, forcing us closer. I suck her bottom lip beneath my teeth, giving myself the allowance to get swept up in her. I lift her off the door and spin her, bending to set her down on the armrest of the couch.

Slowly, I pull out of her and remove my lips from hers.

She blinks up at me with those big eyes, and the softest, shyest smile forms on her face.

It's that moment I decide I'm going to get her name. Her number. Convince her to see me again, because I'm nowhere near done with her. I'm nowhere near done with her lips, with those eyes, with the body I didn't even get to see in full. I need to see her come, see it happen on my tongue, on my fingers. I want to see her beautifully laid out in my bed. I want to know what she likes to drink besides vodka and Fireball, and I want to know how good she really is at pool. I want to know why she's new in town and how long she's staying, why she's here and where she came from.

I begin forming a plan in my head. If there's anything I know about myself, it's that I'm fucking charming. I'll convince her to see me again. I only need to keep her in this bar long enough tonight to do so.

As I step back to remove the condom, her eyes go wide while a soft gasp leaves her mouth. "Oh my God."

I glance down and realize for the first time the wet spot spreading across the bottom half of my t-shirt. I fight a smile as I turn around and dispose of the condom in the trash can by the door, careful not to step in the puddle she left on the floor too.

I wasn't kidding when I'd thought she'd exploded, flooded me with her release.

Fuck, that's hot .

I want to see her come like that a thousand times. A million.

As I turn back to face her, she scrambles to lower her skirt and re-adjust her top. She hastily drags a hand through her hair, pausing as she takes me in again. My pants are somewhere across the room, but luckily, I didn't discard my underwear completely, so I pull it up and fasten it over my hips. Her eyes are zoned in on my wet abdomen.

"I'm so sorry," she murmurs as she stands and lets out a forced laugh. "Normally, I can only do that to myself." Her mouth snaps shut and her eyes go wide, as if she didn't mean to say that.

I'm utterly confused. "Sorry? Why are—"

"Well, that was fun. I'm sorry again about…" She waves her hand at my groin region. "Um, anyway. Have a nice life."

"No, wait—" I start to plead, rapidly searching the room for my jeans. Before I can find them or finish my sentence, she's out the door and gone.

Fuck.

I scramble around Emilio's office like a goddamn cartoon character searching for my fucking pants. Finally, I find them wadded in the corner behind the couch. I don't even know how they got there. Once I began kissing her, everything became a flurry of moans and flesh and chasing bliss.

I dart out of the office and down the hall while zipping myself up, tucking my shirt in as I beeline toward the front doors of the bar when I don't see her inside. I burst through the entrance, blinking at the diminishing daylight as I look around the parking lot, but she's long gone.

I run a tattooed hand through my hair. "Dammit."

Heading back inside, my friends are shooting me shit-eating grins as I walk to the bar to pay my tab. "I've never seen a woman run out of this bar so fast." Ryan laughs.

"Fuck off," I grumble.

I gave her exactly what she wanted, but something must've happened to make her leave like that. I know it can't be because she didn't enjoy it. I've got the wet spot on my shirt to prove she did. She wanted to fuck and forget, but that woman was anything but forgettable.

I don't even know her name.

She'd claimed she wanted nothing that could tie us together, but now, I'm wishing more than anything I had something that would.