City of Sin

by Ivy Smoak

  What was it about Mason that was so exciting? His handsome features. His naughty words. I stood there trying to catch my breath. I didn't need to use the bathroom, I just needed to clear my head. He was wearing me down. But he was a pretentious asshole. I took a few more deep breaths. This was ridiculous. What had Marie been thinking? Mason wasn't the kind of guy I could date. Did Marie actually think we'd be a good fit? Or was Marie thinking along the same lines as Kendra?

  I exited the bathroom stall and walked over to the sinks. I grabbed a paper towel, ran some cool water over it, and blotted it on my neck. This restaurant had the heat on too high. I kept my eyes on the mirror as someone else entered the restroom. The click of the lock made me turn my head.

  "Hot and bothered?"

  I pulled the damp cloth from my breasts. "Mason, this is the women's room. You can't be in here." I looked around, but we were alone. I gulped.

  "Don't you ever break the rules?"

  Chapter 11

  Mason

  Her face flushed as I walked over to her. When I reached her, I put my hands on the counter on either side of her and pressed my hips into hers. She didn't even flinch. I leaned over her, pressing my body more firmly against hers, and switched the water off. I put my hand on her thigh and slowly trailed it underneath the hem of her dress. She leaned back slightly, pressing her perfectly round ass against the sink.

  "What, no one's ever made you come in a public bathroom, Bee?"

  "No...I've never. We can't do this here, Mason." She put her hand on my chest. Her hesitance made me want her even more.

  She said we couldn't do this here. But she wanted me. I pushed myself more firmly against her. I knew she could feel my hard cock pressed against her thigh. She looked down. Yeah, she can feel it all right. She looked back up at me from under her long lashes. The want was written all over her face.

  I pulled away from her. "Baby, I know exactly what you want. Take off your panties."

  "I..."

  "Take them off, then turn around and put your hands on the sink."

  She seemed to sway at my command. I was right. She wanted it rough and dirty. "Take them off, or I'll take them off for you."

  She gulped. "I'm not wearing any."

  "Fuck." I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips to mine. I pushed against her, pressing her ass back against the sink. She tilted her hips into me. I grabbed her ass and lifted her so that she was now sitting on the sink. She moaned into my mouth as I spread her thighs.

  "I don't even know your last name," she panted.

  "Is that really what you're worried about right now?" I slid my hand the rest of the way up her thigh and brushed my fingers against her wet pussy. "Because you're dripping wet for me, baby. I think we both know that all you want is my cock deep inside of you." I pressed my thumb down on her clit.

  She tilted her head back and moaned softly. I put the tip of my index finger inside her wetness, circling her, teasing her relentlessly. "Mason," she whispered.

  The way she said my name made me even harder. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants. My dick was straining against the fabric, wanting to burst out. Her eyes bulged slightly. That's right, baby, you've never been with a man like me before. Her lips parted slightly. I wanted to thrust my dick deep into that wet mouth of hers. But not yet. I was going to make her wait. She slid her hand up and down, stroking me hard. I grabbed her hand. Damn if she wasn't kinky, just like I said.

  "Baby, I promise you'll get a taste. But we haven't even had dinner yet. It's not time for the main event." I kneeled down in front of her and pushed her legs farther apart.

  "What are you doing?" She tried to move, but I was gripping her thighs tightly. The nervousness in her voice made my cock swell. She was so innocent. She wouldn't be after the night I had planned, though.

  "I'm giving you what you want." I leaned down and sucked hard on her clit. Her body shuddered. I sucked again and then let my tongue swirl around inside of her. Fuck she tastes good. Her hand found the back of my head and tried to push me deeper. She didn't have anything to worry about. I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. I plunged my tongue deep inside of her.

  "Yes!" She arched her back.

  I placed another long stroke against her and moved back to her clit. She tried to move again, but I was holding her firmly in place. If she wanted more, though, I'd give her more. I slid one hand up her inner thigh and plunged two fingers deep inside of her. I began to fuck her with my fingers while still sucking on her clit. She withered under my touch. She was close now.

  A knock sounded on the door. "Occupied!" I roared. Her tight pussy clenched around my fingers. She was worried about getting caught. She's kinky as hell but doesn't want anyone to know. Just me. I pumped my hand between her thighs, matching the rhythm with my tongue around her clit. She grabbed my biceps, her fingers digging into my skin.

  "Mason!"

  She clenched around my fingers again and I continued to plunge them inside of her, riding out her orgasm. Her breathing was ragged and her face flushed. She had that just-fucked look that I loved so much.

  I pulled my fingers out of her and slid them into my mouth. She swallowed hard as she watched me, complete bliss on her face. I had her exactly where I wanted her.

  Chapter 12

  Bee

  Mason was kneeling in front of me, staring into my eyes. No one had ever gone down on me before. Fuck that was hot. I had never experienced something so intense in my life.

  Mason stood up and placed his hands on the sink on either side of me. He leaned in close. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he said, "You should clean up. Our dinner's probably getting cold." He leaned back and tightened his tie. He looked in the mirror over my shoulder and ran his hand through his hair.

  I just sat there, staring at him. How had he possessed me like that? He pulled me off the sink and slid my dress back down my thighs. My knees felt weak. He slapped my ass hard and I let out a tiny yelp.

  He smiled and strolled over to the door. He unlocked it and exited without looking back. The shame of what I had just done washed over me as soon as he exited the restroom. What the hell did I just do? I barely even knew him. I quickly turned to the mirror and smoothed out my dress. No, Kendra's dress, which she had loaned me. I flushed. I'd get it dry cleaned again before giving it back to her. If she found out what I had done in it, I would be completely mortified.

  I wiped away some of the lipstick that had smudged on the side of my mouth, and smoothed down my hair. How could I go back and face him? He had just done something so intimate with me. But he was a stranger. I squeezed my legs together. I'd just go back to the table and excuse myself before I did anything else crazy. It had just been a long time since I had sex. That's not an excuse. I felt like such a slut.

  Mason raised one eyebrow at me as I wandered back to the table.

  "I should probably go."

  His eyes were ablaze. "What?"

  "I..." I stopped talking when I looked down at him. His cock was still bulging against his pants. I really wanted to taste him. He was so big. I wasn't even sure if he'd fit inside of me. What am I talking about?!

  "Bee, sit down."

  I shook my head. "I need to go."

  "Sit down," he said more firmly.

  I quickly scooted into my seat. God he was domineering. And sexy.

  "I know that you enjoyed what we just did. That's only a taste. I've got so much planned for you."

  My face flushed. "I think I've given you the wrong impression of me."

  "Caldwell."

  "What?"

  "My last name is Caldwell. Do you feel better now?"

  That name sounded so familiar. But I couldn't put my finger on it. "No, not really. I still don't know anything about you."

  "I think it makes it a little better." He smiled at me. "Are you really telling me you've never hooked up with a stranger before?"

  "No."

  His lips curled int
o a smile.

  "I'm glad you find me humorous."

  The waiter came over and placed our steaks on the table. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

  It felt like he was staring at me. Shit, does he know? I had to be imagining it. No one had seen us; the door was locked.

  "We're fine, thank you, Ethan," Mason said.

  The waiter smiled and walked away. Dinner smelled amazing. I hadn't realized how famished I was. I quickly cut into the steak and took a bite.

  "Mmm," I sighed.

  "You do like meat in your mouth."

  I swallowed. "I like steak."

  "We'll see what else you like."

  I grabbed my wine glass and took a long sip. I didn't have any resolve left. Even though my mind was telling me no, my body was telling me yes. I wanted him and I couldn't seem to control myself. I had never been so instantly attracted to someone in my life.

  "I guess we will see." I gave him a challenging look.

  "How many men have you been with?"

  I shifted in my seat. There was never a segue between any of his questions. He was brash and didn't seem to give a fuck about what came out of his mouth. "That's an inappropriate question."

  "We're on a date. All we're supposed to be doing is asking each other inappropriate, invasive questions."

  "Fine. One."

  "I don't mean how many boyfriends you've had. I mean how many men have you fucked, Bee?"

  He was so condescending. "One."

  He swallowed a bite of his steak. "You're serious?"

  "Yes."

  "I didn't know I was working with someone so inexperienced. I don't mind teaching. But I am surprised. Looking at you, I never would have guessed."

  "What does that even mean?"

  "You're sexy as hell."

  "That doesn't necessarily mean that I'm easy."

  "Baby, I just made you come in the bathroom with my tongue."

  I leaned forward. "Yeah, which I've never done before."

  "Wait, what have you never done before?"

  "You know..."

  "In the bathroom, you mean?"

  "And your tongue."

  He was staring at me. His Adam's apple rose and fell. Was my telling him this turning him on even more? He actually liked that I was inexperienced?

  "And you know. The other thing too." I bit my lip.

  Mason laughed.

  I stared back at him.

  "Fuck, Bee." He grabbed my knee under the table. "You've never had an orgasm before that? Are you serious?"

  I blushed scarlet.

  There was a hunger in his eyes. "Then you're about to have the best night of your life." A random waiter passed by our table. "Check please!" Mason yelled.

  Chapter 13

  Mason

  "I'm not going to sleep with you, Mason."

  She was still playing hard to get even though I had already proven that she was anything but. "Yes you are."

  "You're awfully cocky."

  I grinned. "Yes...I am." I looked down at my lap and then back up at her.

  "That's not what cocky means." She looked around the restaurant to see if anyone heard us. She was so hot when she was flustered. " We've barely talked. I still don't know you."

  "All you need to know is that I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight."

  "Who talks like that?" She bit her lip.

  "Apparently guys that you're into. Finish eating, you're going to need the energy." She looked down at her half eaten steak, but instead of taking a bite, she took another sip of wine. Even better.

  Ethan came over with the check. "Is there anything else I can get for you this evening?"

  "No, that'll be all," I said.

  "Actually, I would like some dessert." Bee looked at me innocently.

  "What? No, you don't need that."

  Ethan got a shocked look on his face.

  "Did you just say that I don't need that?" Bee had a shocked look on her face too. But it didn't look real. She had to be messing with me.

  "That's not what I meant." She needed to stop playing games with me. Once I had her tied down she'd know her place.

  "Then what did you mean, Mason?"

  She was driving me crazy. I turned to Ethan. "Just the check please. She forgot that I already have dessert planned for her." I turned back to Bee. "Something better."

  "Very well, sir." He put the bill down on the table. "I hope you both have a good evening."

  As soon as Ethan walked away, Bee laughed.

  "What is wrong with you? You made him think I was calling you fat. Which clearly you aren't."

  "I'm sorry. You're so tightly wound." She put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands.

  How was she this sexy? I needed to get a grip. "Where do you live?"

  "Yeah...I'm not going to tell you that. You might be a stalker or something." She took another sip of wine.

  "You're being impossible."

  She sighed. "The upper west side."

  "My place is closer." I peeled a few hundred dollar bills from my wallet and put them on top of the bill. "Okay, let's go." I quickly downed my glass of cabernet.

  "I'm not done."

  "I already told you that I'm going to give you something better to eat." I stood up and reached for her hand. The fight she was having within was visible on her face. She wanted to be a good girl. But she wanted to know what it felt like to be with a real man. And I needed my cock deep inside her tight pussy.

  I leaned down and whispered in her ear. "You won't regret this. Baby, you don't even know what living is yet."

  Her eyes shone with lust. I put my hand back out for her. Bee looked at me again. She can't resist me. She hesitantly put out her hand. I grabbed it and pulled her to her feet.

  "Come with me." I intertwined my fingers with hers and led her to the front of the restaurant. This was going to be the longest cab ride of my life.

  "I checked my coat. Hold on a second."

  I reluctantly let go of her hand. I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall. The hostess was staring at me, but I only had one girl on my mind. Bee. I shook my head. She had crawled under my skin. What is this girl doing to me? I was losing control. I walked over to the hostess and put my arm down on the podium.

  "How was your meal?" she asked.

  "Excellent. But you told me to ask you if there was anything that I needed. And I don't know about need..." I leaned in slightly and whispered, "but there is definitely something that I want."

  Her face flushed. "And what might that be?"

  "Your number."

  The girl glanced to the left toward the coat check. "What about your girlfriend?"

  "Baby, I don't do the whole girlfriend thing."

  She leaned in slightly. "So what makes you think that I don't do the whole boyfriend thing?"

  I laughed. "A girl like you? You're probably a serial monogamist."

  "I'm not..."

  "And that's why you could use a night with me." I cut her off. "To show you what you've been missing. One night with me and..." I pulled away from the podium when I saw Bee come back around the corner. I was just getting my composure back, but when I saw Bee I completely lost my train of thought.

  "And what?" The hostess tried to catch my attention.

  I patted the podium. "You missed your chance, sweetheart. Stick to the boyfriend thing." I walked over to Bee as she was putting her jacket on. As soon as she was done, I grabbed her hand again and steered her to the exit.

  "Geez, slow down. There's no rush," she said.

  "My erection would beg to differ," I said as I pushed through the doors and stepped onto the city street.

  She pulled her hand out of mine. "Don't you know that you're supposed to woo a girl? What happened to chivalry?"

  "The things I'm going to do to you tonight are going to be anything but chivalrous. And you're going to love every second of it." I grabbed both sides of her face and kissed her hard. Instead of
pulling back like I thought she would, she leaned in, pressing her hips against my erection. I forced her mouth open wider with my tongue. Maybe I should just fuck her in the alleyway.

  Chapter 14

  Bee

  I felt slightly dizzy when he finally released me from his grip. I was in way over my head. This wasn't me. I didn't have sex with strangers. A few people passed by us on the sidewalk. Are they staring?

  I looked up at Mason, but realized his eyes were on my cleavage. I glanced down. Shit. My dress had slid down during out kiss. My lace bra was peeking out above the neckline. No wonder people were staring. I quickly grabbed the top of my dress and lifted the neckline back in place.

  "I was considering our options," Mason said, as his eyes wandered over the rest of me. I had never felt so self-conscious in my life.

  "Options?"

  "Well, I could either wait to take you back to my place, or I could give you your dessert right now. It seems like the thought of getting caught excites you."

  "What?" I looked around us again. It was late, but there were dozens of people around us. The city that never sleeps.

  "Take your pick, Bee."

  I stared back at him. Where did he even mean? We couldn't do it here. My heart was racing. He was right, I did get turned on by the thought of getting caught. Or maybe I was just so turned on because of the way he was looking at me. What is happening to me?

  "Can't decide, huh? I'll give you five seconds, or I'll decide for you."

  "I..."

  "How about both?" He grabbed my hand and led me down the street.

  "Where are we going?" I almost had to jog to keep up with him. He didn't answer me. He just walked silently, looking to the left and right.

  "This will do," he finally said. He stepped left, pulling me with him toward a back alley.

  I stood my ground. "I'm not going down there. Are you trying to get mugged?"

  "No one would try to mug me. I'm going to fuck you, right here, right now." He lightly brushed my cheek with his fingertips.

  His words were naughty but his touch was gentle. A chill ran down my spine.