by Lane Hart
“You arrogant asshole,” I said, sliding out of my chair to get in his face, or at least look up at his face. “Maybe your cock was just too damn big,” I said, poking a finger in his chest. I realized right away that probably wasn’t the best come back, but it was too late. The man flustered me like no other.
“Oh baby, my cock fit just fine, and I know you liked it. How many times did I make you come on my cock? Was it four or five times that night?” he asked, grabbing my hand that was pointing to his chest and gently forcing it behind my back. Then he shocked the hell out of me when he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, kissing me senseless.
My free hand went to his chest to push him away but instead it took an unexpected detour to the back of his neck, holding him to me. He moaned in approval as our tongues plunged hungrily and familiarly in and out of each other’s mouths.
Tyler’s grip on my ass was so tight our entire bodies rubbed against each other. I was swept away with him, forgetting where we were standing or that we had observers. Then it hit me. He was probably just kissing me to try and make Lauren jealous. I finally tore my mouth from his and pushed against his chest with my free hand.
He looked down at me, his gorgeous eyes a hazy, lust filled, navy blue. His wide, sculpted chest rose and fell with his panting breaths. Leaning forward his lips brushed over my ear before he whispered, “Let me go home with you tonight.”
“No,” I breathlessly responded.
“No?” he asked, leaning back again to look at me with his forehead creased in confusion. He’d probably never actually heard a woman use that word before. The man was ridiculously hot.
I pulled my arm from his grasp, then hopped back up on the stool since I didn’t really trust my legs at the moment.
“No,” I repeated. If I didn't put a stop to our "screwing around" I was going to fall for him, and end up getting hurt. Hell, I already was.
Tyler looked at me a second longer, then blew out his breath and walked away towards the bar. When I looked at the group around me, Caleb and Lauren were playing pool, pretending to ignore us, and Will and Dylan refused to look in my direction. Guess Tyler had marked his territory or whatever, and warned them off. Well, screw that.
“Dylan, Will, how about a game of cutthroat?” I asked. They looked over at me, surprise showing on both their faces.
“Hell yeah. Let’s go,” Will said, jumping down from his chair. I stood up from mine, my legs still wobbly from the kiss, then looked down at my dress.
“Do you think my dress is too short for playing pool?” I asked, and both sets of eyes went down to my ass.
“Fuck no,” they both said in unison.
“Oh good.”
While we were racking at an empty table, Lauren came up to say goodbye.
“So, um, we’re just going to head on home. Call me tomorrow, okay?” she asked. I knew she wanted to find out how my night ended, or with whom it ended. I was anxious to find that out for myself. I had my pick of three very nice looking guys, although only one made my lady parts tingle.
“Sure. Have you had a good birthday?” I asked, trying to make up for being bitchy earlier. Her smile said it all.
“Oh yeah,” she said, fingering her new sunflower necklace before she closed her eyes and let it go with a sigh. A smile stretched across her face as she looked across the room at Caleb. “You’ll never guess what Caleb bought me. A cute little white kitten!”
“Aw. Nicely done, Caleb. Who knew a little pussy was the way to a woman's heart?” I called over to him where he was putting his cue up, making him laugh.
“Alright, well, you guys have a good night,” Lauren said, then with a hug they were gone.
I was surprised when Tyler actually stuck around. I figured it was mainly because he didn’t want to head home to overhear them going at it. Which was the only reason he wanted to go home with me again. Ugh.
When Tyler came up to our table, Dylan shot him a sympathetic look and asked how he was.
“Fine, now shut the fuck up about it,” he snapped, telling us all exactly how “fine” he was.
He stood and watched us play, throwing back shots the entire time. I was pretty sure I heard him curse whenever I bent over, until finally he must have had enough.
“Goddamn it woman!" he yelled. "You’re showing the whole place your ass. But that red thong is hot. Does your bra match?” Tyler asked, his voice back to an almost normal level after his initial outburst.
I grabbed the top of my black sleeveless dress and shimmied it up, drawing attention to the significant jiggle before I responded. “It’s not like having guys look at my ass is anything new, and I’m not wearing a bra.”
My statement was rewarded with three simultaneous male groans.
“Is that one of your stage outfits?” Tyler asked sarcastically, staring at my knee high boots.
I laughed. “No, this is way too much fabric for the stage. Speaking of which," I turned to the new guys. "Will and Dylan, you should come by Infinity's sometime. I work every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night, and usually go on stage either as a naughty nurse or wearing nothing but a thin white t-shirt until bubbly is poured all over me. After I get good and wet I take the shirt off and dance naked.”
I didn’t miss Tyler clenching his jaw.
“Definitely,” Will said with a smile. “Have you seen her dance, Tyler?”
I looked over at him, waiting for his response. I knew he and Caleb were there Thursday, but I wasn’t sure which, if any, stage performances they saw.
“No, but just FYI, sex is allowed in the champagne room at Infinity’s,” he said with a smirk.
Dylan and Will’s jaws hit the ground. I watched both their wheels turn until their gazes swung back to me.
“I don’t have sex in the champagne room.” At least not anymore. When Tyler raised an eyebrow like he was about be a jackass and contradict me I quickly added, “Well, except with sad, lonely men after they lose a girl to their best friend.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you could be so … feisty,” Tyler said, rubbing his sexy golden jaw like I’d just sucker punched him.
“Feisty is better than bitchy I guess,” I replied with a shrug.
Dylan and Will had taken their turns shooting so it was my turn again, while Will went to get another round for us.
“I’ve got high balls right?” I asked before bending over to aim for a low numbered ball, putting my backside directly in front of Tyler. I made sure to roll my hips as I bent low to look over the table, and could hear his ragged breath as he took in the view.
When I missed and turned around, his eyes had hazed over, and it looked like beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.
Will came back from the bar with another lemon drop for me, pulling my eyes from Tyler's heated ones. I smiled when I took it from him.
“Thanks, Will. You’re so sweet. And I never knew glasses could look so damn sexy,” I told him, then ran a hand through his thick, wavy brown hair.
He smiled at me until his light green eyes cut over to Tyler. Then he leaned forward close enough for me to hear him but no one else.
“You are so fucking hot it hurts, and if Tyler hadn’t staked his claim I’d be on my knees begging for a chance with you. But if you just want to use me to make him crazy jealous then I’m all in.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was every bit as smart as he looked. “You’re on,” I told him, then leaned up to kiss his cheek. He surprised me when he grabbed my hip and covered my mouth with his. I tried to hide my shock and kiss him back just as enthusiastically.
“You are something else,” I laughed, and smacked his chest playfully when he finally pulled away.
Chapter Four
Tyler
I was seeing red and it felt like my body was on fire as I watched Will and Jess kiss. Will, of all fucking people. One of the shyest motherfuckers I know.
I headed for the bar instead of doing what I really wanted - strangle the shit out of
him. After that I’d like to throw Jess over my shoulder, carry her outside and then fuck her on the first hard surface we found.
Damn. Why was I losing my shit over her? I’d only been screwing her to try and get Lauren out of my mind. It’s not like we were dating or anything. So why did the idea of her with anyone else turn me into a homicidal maniac?
I sat down at the bar and ordered, then threw back three more shots of Jager, officially losing count. I think that would be the fifth, sixth and seventh of the night, but they might be sixth, seventh and eighth. I was trying to figure that out and decide what to do – leave and head home to the hell that waited for me in that house with Caleb and Lauren, or stay here and torture myself watching Jess flirt with everyone but me. Flashing her goddamn, fine as hell ass that I wanted to grab onto while bending her over and fucking her.
“Two lemon drops,” the voice of one of the two women driving me completely nucking futs said to the bartender from beside me.
“What are you doing?” I asked a bit blearily.
Jess looked at me and laughed sweetly. “Getting drunk. What are you doing?”
I looked away from her hypnotizing amber eyes before answering. “Getting shitfaced drunk.”
“Are you a nice drunk or a mean one?” she asked. "Because despite what you may claim, you weren't drunk the other night. A drunk man wouldn't have been able to get it up five times, or remember how many orgasms I had."
“Everyone tells me I’m a pretty funny drunk,” I responded, ignoring her calling me out on my lie about being drunk the other night.
“Is that right? I find that really hard to believe. You’re too uptight.”
“What kind of drunk are you?” I asked her, ignoring her criticism.
“Horny and desperate. Or so I’m told.”
“Then by God, let me buy you another round or four,” I told her.
“Ha! Was that a joke? You must be halfway to drunk.”
The bartender sat Jess’s two shots on the bar and picked up her cash. I watched her throw back one right after the other. My vision had started to blur and it took a second for the two Jesses to realign into one.
“Fuck, those are good,” she said, then slid down from the stool. She wobbled to the left and I reached out to balance her. “Thanks. Just going to the ladies loom, I mean the ladies room. Ha, loom and room rhyme. I’m like one of those poets.” She giggled and headed in the wrong direction.
I got up, less than a hundred percent steady on my own feet, and grabbed her shoulders to turn her around.
“Wrong way baby girl. Now you’re getting warmer.”
“Ha! Thanks Tyler. Save my seat. If I don’t pass out, I’ll be back. I’ll be back,” she repeated again, attempting the Terminator accent before she giggled her way to the bathroom.
Will and Dylan came up on either side of me. “She’s toasted isn't she?” Will asked, while we all watched her weave her way through the tables.
“Yeah, and don’t even fucking think about it,” I told him.
“You know I wouldn’t try and screw a woman while she’s drunk.”
“Right.”
“But she does look like she could use a ride home,” he said.
“Hell no.”
“Then call her a cab and make sure she gets home okay. You look like you’re in cab territory too, bro.”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got her.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he snorted, then the two of them turned around and left me sitting alone at the bar.
When Jess came back she was passed shitfaced and well on her way to fucked-up drunk. The main tipoff being how she threw herself at me, when, just a few minutes earlier, she’d been pissed at me.
“Oh, Tyler, why you have to be so frickin’ sexy?” she slurred, pressing her chest against my shoulder, and grabbing my head to turn it towards her.
Her mouth came down hard on mine and my body automatically responded. I swiveled the stool around until she was standing between my legs. The rush of blood to my cock made my head feel even lighter, and thinking became damn difficult. Well, thoughts other than those of getting the two of us naked ASAP.
“Take me home,” she pulled back, and said breathlessly.
“We need a cab. I’m drunk as fuck,” I told her as the room spun around us.
Pulling out my phone I asked my good pal Siri to find a cab company, then called the first number that popped up on the screen. The nice dispatch person said they’d have someone pick us in ten minutes or less so we staggered our way outside to wait.
Our mouths were drawn together again, and my hands were no longer in my control. All on their own one went between Jess’s legs and shredded her red thong, while the other cupped her breast through her dress. I pocketed her destroyed panties in my cargo pants, before my fingers delved into her drenched pussy. She moaned into my mouth when she came, and was still tightening around my fingers when the cab pulled up.
We slid into the back, giving the driver the address to her apartment, which took a few tries, then it was my turn for a bad touch. Jess straddled me, unzipped my pants, and then wrapped her fist around my cock, stroking me until I almost came.
I pulled her hand away when the last of my awareness reminded me where we were. My cock was super pissed, but I told him we'd only have to wait a few more minutes before he could get what he needed.
Jess giggled and fell over into the other side of the backseat. "Are you talking to your dick?" she asked.
"I had to calm him down. I don't want that motherfucker holding a grudge."
"Does he talk back?"
"Hell yes."
"What did he say?"
"That if I don't put him inside you in the next five minutes he's going to lose his shit."
"You hear that taxi man? Put the pedal to the metal or Tyler's dick is going lose his shit!" she exclaimed between giggles.
"Are you making fun of him? You better apologize before he gets angry."
Her head lowered to my lap, and then I felt her warm, wet mouth slide down my cock and back up again.
"Fuck, Jess. No, no, no, not here. Oh shit yes!"
"What? I'm apologizing, and he didn't say where exactly he wanted to be inside me."
"Not here, oh fuck. Wait, we're here?" I looked out the window of the cab that was sitting still, although it felt like we were moving, and saw Jess's apartment complex. Her mouth had my eyes closing as she continued to suck my swollen cock. How long had we been here? I forced my eyes open again and looked in the front seat. I had to be tripping from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. I swear it looked like the taxi man's arm was moving as if he was straight jacking off, his head was turned toward the back watching Jess blow me. But fuck it, I was drunk and we were in the back of his damn car. And goddamn it felt too good to stop her.
My pulse sped up and my hips thrust eagerly to meet Jess’s mouth harder and faster. My palm cupped the back of her head, tangling in her dark hair and guiding her, even though it was unnecessary. And thank you Jesus, the woman didn't have a gag reflex as she deep throated me again, just like she had the night at the strip club.
"God yes. Take it all baby."
She hummed around my cock, sending the tingling sensation all the way up my spine. Her fine, tight ass was sticking up the air in the seat beside me, her dress barely covering anything. I palmed her ass cheek and squeezed with my free hand, making her lose her pace.
"I'm close. Stop now or get ready to swallow, baby," I warned her. When she didn't move her mouth away I slid my hand down between her legs and about lost it. "Goddamn you're wet," I told her as I slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, making her rock back against my thrusts, then moan around my cock. "You're killing me. Finish or let me fuck you, baby."
My cock pulsed and swelled with the oncoming orgasm, but the taxi man beat me to it. His grunts and heavy breathing didn't have any effect on Jess though. She sucked me like a pro until she had be coming up out of my seat with a curse. I
held her head with both hands while I exploded down her throat. As soon I recovered it was her turn to come again.
"Ahhh!" she raised her head from my lap and screamed when my fingers returned under her dress and began milking her release from her again. She climbed all the way up on me, straddling my lap, arms around my neck, to kiss me. My fingers kept penetrating her from behind, making her buck forward and back as another wave of spasms rocked her sexy little body.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh God!" her head fell back and then she gave a final scream, squeezing her thighs together, and that was all she wrote. She came again on my fingers, and my cock was hard as steel again, ready to take her.
After the last of her tremors, Jess laid her head on my shoulder like she was wiped out. I didn't want to move her because she looked so comfortable, and I really liked having her all curled up to me, like she felt happy and safe in my arms. When I softly kissed her forehead she smiled without opening her eyes.
Seemed like the taxi man had gotten more than a few eyefuls and earfuls tonight, and I knew he enjoyed the fuck out of the show. Hell, by the sounds he was making I think he came twice. When I looked at him in the front, he was now facing forward, his head thrown back against the car seat, and still breathing heavily.
"How much do we owe you?" I asked him, since the meter was off.
He jerked around. "Who, me?"
"Ah, yeah."
"No charge. I feel like I should pay you. You ever need a ride you tell dispatch to ask for me, Bradshaw, and it's on me every time," he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a card.
"Thanks, I guess," shoving it into my pants pocket.
"What's it like?" he asked. "You know, fucking her." Oh-kay. Creep alert. Like him jacking off hadn't been the goddamn giveaway.
"Better than you can fucking imagine. And just so you know, I'm a cop, so if I ever see you near her or this building again I'll arrest your ass."
He raised his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I hear you."
