The Offer

by Karina Halle

  She sighs loudly. “Yeah, that accent.”

  “He was making me feel things I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

  She gives me a steady look, her lip pouting slightly. “How come you never told me about this? I thought you hated Bram.”

  “I did! But, he kind of won me over. And I guess I figured it was just stupid to have a thing for someone like him.”

  “Oh, honey, come on. Who doesn’t have a thing for Bram? He’s Bramtastic.”

  “Oh my God,” I exclaim. “You’re just as bad as he is!”

  She shrugs.

  “Look,” I point out, “you were just threatening him to not even look at me, you were threatening me and Kayla about breaking up the balance of the group. There were a lot of threats. I didn’t want you mad at me or, God forbid, lecture me.”

  “I know I said those things,” she says, “but that’s only because I care and I just wanted to warn you. But honestly, you’re like all-aglow and stuff. I haven’t seen you like this in a very long time. I know you’re being careful with him…aren’t you?”

  I nod. “Well, I’m not falling in love with him, if that’s what you mean.”

  “Good,” she says. “Not that I don’t want you to fall in love, I would just be extra wary with a man who seems pretty good at breaking hearts.” She pauses, watching my face fall. “But that aside…you slept with Bram. My brother-in-law.”

  “Yup.”

  “So, you were assembling the couch and he just, what, took you right there?”

  I laugh. “That’s not so far off. We were underneath the fabric of the couch. You know how IKEA is, you have to put together everything. We were zipping this foam thing to the lining and…I don’t know. Some kind of look passed between us and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me, his hands were everywhere. I was pushed back onto the ground and my shirt was up and he was…it was pretty fucking hot.”

  “And, and…?”

  I shrug. “And Ava interrupted us.”

  “Cockblocker!”

  “Steph,” I warn. “That’s my daughter you’re talking about. And yes, she’s a cockblocker.”

  “But tell me you at least got to feel what he was packing.”

  “I told you I slept with him. Obviously dick was involved.”

  “Hashtag dick.”

  “And well, when we were fooling around under there, he did, you know, put a few fingers in me.”

  “This is so awesome. Give me another beer.”

  I pull out an Anchor Steam, pop off the top and slide it on over. I fill her in on the rest, including me texting him and wondering if he was awake.

  “So you took control,” she muses. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that. You know, with a man.”

  She was right about that. “Well, I initiated it. Once he arrived, he was in control the whole time. And it was nice. He’s a bit rough, you know, a dirty talker too. At least with what I’ve experienced. I don’t think he’s quite as vulgar as Linden.”

  “Give it time.”

  “Anyway.”

  “And you got off right?”

  “Fuck yeah. And every time after that.”

  “And when does IKEA come into this again?”

  I can’t help but smile slyly, looking away. The memory of that moment is seared into my head to the point it’s impossible to shake loose. “We went back to return the couches. When Ava was in daycare, he hauled me into one of the showroom bathrooms…”

  “No…” she says, eyes wide.

  I nod. “Yeah. He put me up on the sink counter and went down on me.”

  “In the store!”

  “Yup.”

  “And there were people around?”

  “There were. I didn’t see any of them until after. Then we got caught.”

  “You got caught?” she squeals. Loud. Loud enough that James finally starts walking toward us.

  “Steph, you’re so loud!” I hiss at her.

  “What’s going on ladies?” James asks, always the nosy one.

  “Nothing,” I say quickly.

  “Nothing,” Steph adds. “Except that Nicola here is a secret exhibitionist.”

  “Steph!”

  James looks me up and down. “Are you sure about that?”

  “She might start dancing on top of the bar,” Steph adds.

  “You can do whatever you want,” he says, “as long as it brings in the customers.” He stares at the both of us for a moment, trying to suss out what’s going on but when we give him nothing, he leaves.

  “And with that,” I say to her, “please don’t tell anyone about what happened.”

  “I’ll keep my lips shut,” she says. “But obviously I’m telling Linden.”

  “No!” I swat at her arm. “You can’t tell him of all people! I don’t want Bram to think I’m flapping my mouth off.”

  “Oh, and you don’t think he’s doing the same thing right now? Scoring with the unpenetrable ice queen?”

  “Ice queen?” That almost smarts as much as “no fun.”

  “You know, that’s what they call any girl who won’t give up their cooch on the first date. You’re like their white whale.”

  “Great, a whale.”

  “Moby Dick, stupid. Anyway, Linden will know by the time I get home, I guarantee it. And it won’t be on account of me.” She gives me a look. “And you know, it’s fun to share. It’s good for you. I mean, you don’t see me holding back what Linden does in bed.”

  “I know,” I grumble. “And I don’t need another recap about what you guys did with the sparkly butt plugs you bought in the Castro, either.”

  She shrugs. “I bet Bram is just as much into that kinky shit. And when he shoves his cock in your pussy and a plug up your ass, I guarantee you’re going to call me up and shoot the shit.”

  “I really hope you’re not being literal,” I comment dryly.

  Steph doesn’t stick around for long after that. She gets this look on her face when she’s tipsy and needing to get laid. I wish I didn’t know what that look was but I’ve seen it too often when she’s thinking about Linden.

  I’m about ten minutes from finishing my shift when I get a text from Bram.

  Are you still at work?

  I can’t help but get a giddy little thrill just from a simple text. I feel like I’m in high school again.

  Yup, just about to finish though.

  I’ll come get you. I can’t wait any longer. Been thinking about you all day.

  Now I’m grinning ear to ear. I’d forgotten what fun it was to flirt via text.

  All right, if you want to.

  See you soon.

  It’s not long until I’m stepping out into the mist, bringing my jacket around me closely, while Bram pulls up in his Mercedes.

  “Get in, beautiful,” he tells me after putting down his window. He looks so dapper in his suit, I almost have to pinch myself that he’s here to get me.

  I slide on into the Mercedes. “Brrrr it’s cold out,” I say, rubbing on my arms.

  He leans over and flicks on the heat. “You know, you’d think growing up in Scotland, the drizzliest, dampest, wet crotch of all places would have prepared me for San Francisco but I don’t know how you people do it. Your seasons make no sense.”

  “Tell me about,” I say, still feeling the chill. Wearing a skirt doesn’t help but he puts his broad, warm hand on my thigh and presses down.

  “You’re cold as ice,” he notes. “You should have had a few shots of Scotch while you were waiting for me.”

  I tell him I wasn’t waiting long. Then the car pulls off of Van Ness Avenue and starts heading toward Golden Gate Park. “Where are we going?”

  He doesn’t say anything. I look over at him and he’s grinning in the dark and his hand is sliding further up my thighs.

  I squirm as the hairs on his arm tickle my sensitive skin. At the same time I can’t help but part my legs, wanting to give him easier access.

  “Where are we going?”
I ask again, my breath hitching as his fingers push aside my panties and slink their way between my folds. I know I’m wet already. My body gives this man the most immediate reaction. Even the way he says “fuck” gets me going.

  “I’m going to take you for a little ride,” he says. There’s a husky undertone to his voice that drives the message home.

  This is all still so new to me. I try not to dwell on my insecurities – does my breath stink after that shift, am I wearing a matching bra and underwear, am I going to be any good? The car revs, the vibrations going right through me and I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.

  I’m actually close to coming – his fingers have skill and my body has no patience, not with him – but he brings the car to the side of the road going through the park. In any other circumstances I’d think he brought me here to murder me. Or I would have been afraid of the riff raff and secret society that breeds in the park after dark. But I know Bram won’t hurt me and I know I’m safe pretty much anywhere with him. He knows how to take care of himself pretty well.

  “This is a bit creepy,” I still say to him. “Great place to hide a body.”

  “Great place to shag a body,” he says, turning the car and the lights off until we’re enveloped in near darkness, and twisting in his seat. I hear his seatbelt come undone. “I’m not taking any chances after what happened in IKEA. Now, I’m getting in the backseat and you’re going to get in right after.”

  I don’t make any attempt to argue. He gets out of his seat and walks to the back. He opens the door and sits down, undoing his belt and zipper. In the dim light from a nearby streetlamp I can see the length of his hard cock as he takes it out.

  Jesus. He’s just fucking ready for this at any time.

  “Are you going to get back here and suck me off or what?”

  Wow. Okay. First the cock makes an appearance, then his filthy mouth.

  “I’ll be right there,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice from shaking. Even though it’s fun, it’s still nerve-wracking. I feel so silly playing the role of the sexy minx and it’s apparent that’s exactly what he wants from me.

  I open the passenger door, get out into the cold air and then open the back one. I’m about to step inside when he says, “Strip.”

  “What?” I say peering into the car at him. His eyes gleam with desire and control.

  “I said, strip. Take it all off, now. Then get in the car and put my cock in your mouth.”

  I blink. I can’t tell if he’s role-playing or not, but he sounds dark and commanding and not at all the happy, grinning Bram that had picked me up. To be honest, it makes my nerves stand on edge.

  “Bram,” I tell him.

  “Do as I say.”

  I sigh and then start to take off my jacket.

  “Slowly,” he says.

  “It’s freezing out.”

  “Do it slowly,” he grinds out. “And I promise to take it slowly with you.”

  Well, at least I can’t turn my nose up at the reward.

  So I slowly remove my leather jacket, tossing it onto the floor of the backseat. Then my tank top until I’m just in my bra.

  “Gorgeous tits.” He nearly growls. “Jeans next.”

  I take off my boots and socks, then slide down my jeans until I’m just in my bra and panties, standing by the side of the road. No one has driven by yet but that doesn’t mean they won’t. The air is nipping at my skin, making it buzz and the grass underneath my feet is cool and wet. I feel like I’m slowly becoming alive again.

  Then I look down. My bra and underwear do not match whatsoever. You would think I would have remembered the cardinal rule I used to follow when I was younger – when sleeping with a guy, always make sure your bra and underwear match. That and always carry mints or gum on you, don’t wear too sticky lip gloss and make sure you exfoliate every inch of you, even when you don’t think you’ll get lucky because those are usually the days that you do.

  “You’re a damn goddess, you know that?” he says. His voice is so rich and deep, it could command me to go streaking down the road right now and I’d probably do that. “Remove your bra.”

  I reach behind me and do as he says, my breasts coming free and feeling absolutely heavy with lust and need. A breeze picks up and washes across them, making my nipples even tighter. It’s like nature itself is lending a hand in turning me on.

  “Now, your knickers,” he says.

  I slide them down my legs but my hips sashay back and forth in a sexy little dance, like I’m actually enjoying this. I’m starting to think my body has a mind of its own and it wants Bram’s dick all the time.

  “That’s right,” he whispers. “That’s my girl. Now, come in the car. Slowly.”

  It’s good timing too because I can see a pair of headlights coming down the road. I duck, covering my breasts until the car passes and when it’s gone I exchange a sheepish look with Bram.

  “They’re gone. Get your fine arse in here.”

  I slide on in, the seats warm against my ass cheeks, and I close the door. The backseat of his car is small and he’s taking up most of the room. Actually, his cock is. I can see the glisten of precum at the tip and for some reason it makes my mouth water.

  He rubs his thumb over his swollen head until it’s shiny and then he leans back, holding his cock tight around the base.

  “Just lick,” he says. “Just your tongue. From bottom to top. Slowly. Pretend you’re molasses.”

  I get as comfortable as I can being naked in that backseat, utterly conscious of my scars and cellulite and any rolls even though we’re mainly in shadow, and I lower my head over him. I bring my tongue up from the bottom, only touching where his hand is and then drag it up his hard length. I feel every pulse, every vein, every ridge. He’s hot to touch and he tastes clean, like soap. When I reach the top, that hit of salt from the precum sinks into my mouth and I find I’m loving it. I don’t even realize it’s caused such a response from me until I catch myself in mid moan.

  “You like that, do you, sweetheart? You like the taste of my cum?”

  I nod and lick him again, this way going back down.

  Now he’s groaning and pushing his cock up against my tongue. “You know what they say, the worse something is for you, the better it tastes.”

  I give him a sly look, pausing just to say, “And I know you’re bad for me.”

  “Very bad, and yet, oh so good.”

  I lick him fully and completely, all the way around.

  “Now put your lips over the head and just suck on the tip. Slowly.” I do as he says but his hand goes to my hair and he grips it hard, tilting my head slightly. “Don’t be afraid to look at me while you do.”

  Shit. Eye contact has never really been my thing, especially during sex, but if it turns him on then I want to see it on his face. I stare at him with lustful eyes and he watches me right back. His gaze is intense, primal, consuming.

  Finally he breaks it, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the seat. “Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”

  I pause, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “Do you want me to keep going?”

  He shakes his head, breathing heavily. “No,” he says huskily. “I want you to flip around so you’re on all fours. Your arse facing me.”

  Well, okay then. I hesitate but he raises his chin and looks at me, those eyes gleaming with so much desire that I find myself getting wet all over again. Just a look, just a suggestion and I’m all his.

  “So fucking perfect,” he says. His voice is beyond guttural I can almost feel his vibrations. I’m a ball of nerves and temptation as I feel him shift from behind me and place his hands on either cheek. “So bloody ripe.”

  “Ouch!” I cry out. Did he just bite my ass?

  “Sorry,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “It’s taking a lot to not eat you whole. But I can’t hold off for much longer.”

  He begins to massage and grip my skin then I feel the long, warm wet sn
ake of his tongue as it slides up and down each cheek. I shiver from the sensation, wanting desperately for him to go lower.

  Instead, he spreads my cheeks apart and I flinch, not prepared for that.

  “Relax,” he murmurs. “You’ve got a good thing going on here.”

  To him, maybe. But I can’t relax, not when I feel a wet finger slide down my crack, probing in a place that should never be probed.

  “Relax, Nicola,” he says again. “Trust me.”

  I swallow, not sure if I’m brave enough for ass play, even though he talks about it all the damn time. But then his fingers go lower and slip between my folds, stroking them.

  “So fucking wet,” he says, briefly teasing my clit before plunging his fingers inside me. “So fucking ready.”

  I hear him shift and the sound of a condom packet being torn open. Then the swollen head of his cock slides up and down my ass. He pushes briefly in the wrong spot but before I can tell him off, he moves further down and I hear an amused grunt from him. Testing me.

  His hands go back to gripping my hips and he moves me over an inch and back into him. He eases the tip of his dick inside me and then pushes a hand between my shoulder blades so my ass is raised, the angle better.

  Bram lets out an animalistic moan as he sinks in and I can’t help but respond in the same way. From this angle he makes me feel so damn full, I can feel myself stretching beautifully around his thickness, soaking up every second that he’s inside me.

  He slowly begins to slide out and then pushes back in, holding me in place until I start to slip. Then my hands are up against the door of the car, my face pressed against the fogged-up window as he slams into me again and again.

  One hand of his goes for my clit, rubbing wild and messy, making me crazy and the other one goes back to my ass cheeks.

  He briefly rubs between the crack, then positions his thumb at my ass and slowly pushes in.

  I nearly freeze from the intrusion but I automatically clench around him. This is definitely dirty, this is definitely taboo, but my body is so turned on that it only makes matters worse. The more he pushes his thumb inside me, all while his hard cock is spreading me below, the more wild I feel, the more free.