by Mia Ford
“You’re going to have a nice shiner tomorrow,” he says as he gently brushes his thumb under my tender eye. Until that moment, I’d forgotten all about it wrapped up in the sexual energy he sparks in me.
My head whips around to look in the mirror and sure enough, the beginning of a black eye is evident. Now that the fight is over the pain’s starting to set in. I wince, and it makes it hurt even more.
“Shit, I’m going to have to ice it when I get home. I thought Regina was just busting my tits,” I mutter. It ached before but now it really hurts.
I lean over the sink to get a closer look and Thomas follows crowding me in from behind.
His erection rubs over my ass and my momentary forgetfulness vanishes. Thomas’ strong hands grasp my hips and pull me against him. In the mirror, our eyes lock and I can feel the temperature in the room increase. Okay, so maybe it’s my temperature and not the room. Either way, I can feel the swollen lump hiding behind the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against me.
Despite the heat in the room, he makes me shiver again.
“Does your eye hurt,” he asks a devilish smile lighting his face. With a maddeningly slow movement, he rotates his hips against me, pulling a low whimper from my throat. I groan, tighten my grip on the sink, and rock back against him.
“Yes.” My voice’s breathless and his smile goes a notch higher.
“Do you want me to make it better?” he growls as he leans slightly over my back. His hot breath fans out against my neck. My knees go wobbly and I grip the sink so tight, my knuckles begin to ache. I nod my head still locked on his beautiful face in the mirror.
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you forget,” he orders grinding harder into me.
“Yes, make me forget. Please.”
Before the words are completely out of my mouth, I hear the hiss of his zipper and the rustle of fabric. Thomas’ pants slide to his ankles and my panties are roughly jerked to the side. Maybe next time I’ll forgo the panties altogether, at this point I don’t have too many left in my wardrobe that he hasn’t stretched out already.
I’m wet and ready for him as he enters and he knows it. I convulse around him trying to get used the invasion, but he gives me no chance because he gives me a dashing wink and begins to piston deep inside me. I hold onto the sink tighter needing it for support as he repeatedly slams into me. My breaths are coming out in short bursts and my hips pinch against the counter on each thrust.
“Hold on, don’t let go,” he growls as he wraps my ponytail around his hand forcing my neck to arch and pulls back just hard enough to make me whimper.
Once again, our eyes are locked as our bodies slap together with the intensity of our need. I push back as he thrusts, never wanting him to stop. Being stretched around him feels like heaven and I greedily pound back.
As our passion climbs, our urgency increases. He roughly jerks my head back, and our mouths clash together with the passion between us. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth I bite his lip, and he groans as we continue to collide with each other. The sound of skin slapping against skin echo through the room, somehow sounding louder than the pulsing music just down the hall.
Without letting go of my hair his other hand reaches between my legs and strokes me with one finger. He moves in and out of me rapidly as his fingers make small circles. I start to shake.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp. My head wants to sag forward, but he gives it a tug.
“Look at me,” he demands.
With every ounce of energy, I can muster, I lift my glazed eyes to his. Our eyes lock in the mirror. I see the intense desire in his eyes, and he must have seen the same look in my eyes because Thomas takes this as encouragement and slams into me using more speed. I bite my lip and his eyes narrow the faster he pumps. His fingers pinch the sensitive nub between my legs and I’m sent careening over the edge. A scream travels up my throat, but Thomas is there to catch it. Kissing me deeply, his tongue thrusts into my mouth as I moan uncontrollably into him.
Thomas wrenches his lips from mine and pulls my head around his teeth scraping over my neck. He pulls out but doesn’t move his hand. My knees go weak as he relentlessly strokes me pushing his fingers inside of me not letting my orgasm subside. Trying to keep from alerting the entire bar that I am coming all over the place, I bite down on my lip and arch my back. Tremble after tremble slams over me, stealing my breath.
“You’re so sexy.”
As if I don’t weigh a thing Thomas picks me up and sits me on the sink.
“What are you doing?”
He covers my mouth with his and my body heats up all over again. No one has ever been able to turn me on the way he does. Sometimes it’s just something he says. Other times it’s his mouth on me. It’s intoxicating and crazy how he makes me feel.
As our lips battle each other I know for certain I’m ruined when it comes to men. Nobody will ever add up the undeniable chemistry between us. Thomas’ knees hit the floor and his tongue traces the outside of my thighs. His hands spread my legs apart as his tongue hits the sweet spot. Is he seriously going down on me after I just came? The second his tongue rolls over me, my head falls back and settles on the mirror while my hands burrow into his soft brown hair.
He teases me letting his tongue swipe over my hardened nub before retreating and then doing it again. I’m excited by the fact someone could come in any minute with the busted lock.
I pull his hair trying to get him to stay where I want him, but he resists.
“You taste so damn good.” His breath brushes over my wetness and I grip his hair even tighter.
He continues to torture me letting his tongue circle and tease me but not putting enough pressure to get the job done. A very unladylike plea falls from my lips. My thighs are quivering and I’m so close.
“Please,” I beg hoarse with need.
My plea breaks him. His lips close over me, and he sucks my Rosabud inside his mouth lashing his tongue over it. His strong fingers thrust into me and move in the same rhythm as his tongue.
He pulls his lips away suddenly and I cry out in frustration.
“Tease,” I say breathlessly.
He brings his mouth back and sucks hard. I’m thrown into a violent orgasm and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. My hands fist in his hair and my legs clasp around his head to keep him there as I grind into his face with no shame. I’ve never really been a shy lover anyway. Shoving his face where I need it is the norm with us.
When my legs let go Thomas climbs up from the floor. He has a smug look on his face. His lips land on mine and taste myself all over him. Sweet musk makes me drunk and I thread my fingers through his hair in lazy strokes.
“My turn,” Thomas says and my mouth waters just thinking of giving him pleasure.
As I start to move off the sink to do just that the bathroom door starts to open and Thomas’ hand slams against it.
“Hey,” someone screams.
“This bathroom is out of order,” he tells whoever is on the other side of the door.
They grumble, and we listen as they walk off.
My body sags against the sink trying to get my breathing under control. The thrill of almost getting caught and coming down off two colossal orgasms has me panting like I ran a marathon.
“You know that if that was one of the bartenders they are going to get the bouncer, right?”
“Why would they do that?”
“It’s the employee bathroom, no patrons should be in here,” I say laughing at the confused look on his face.
“Ok, let’s go, but we’ll continue this soon.” He says pulling up his pants. I watch him adjust himself and know he’s still hard for me. That makes me feel sexy and powerful.
“I’ll go out first,” I say, “and then you.”
He kisses me with a promise of continuing it later in the way he holds me and I go out the door in a lust induced daze adjusting my skirt.
Chapter Four: Sophia
I walk out of the bath
room in a great mood, but I only get a few steps out before my good mood takes a one-way flight south. Regina is trying to hold a group of douchebags back from coming behind the bar. When I see the ringleader I instantly know what it’s about. They are the typical flashy dicks that make our evenings working a nightmare. I groan because I know this is going to be one confrontation I’m not going to get out of. I square my shoulders and move forward determined to get this over with as quickly as possible.
“What the hell are you doing kicking my girlfriend out? I basically float this place.” The arrogant guy wearing an expensive suit with the ugliest yellow tie I have ever seen in my life rages at me. The overwhelming urge to gag is almost too much for me to handle. He smells like he bathed in a musky cologne. My burning nose twitches and I wipe away the tears smudging my make-up job from before.
The D list socialite’s even less well-known boyfriend has found his way into my face. He’s slurring his words so I know he’s incredibly drunk and not thinking clearly. The alcohol on his breath makes me gag. I’m also pretty certain I’m going to get drunk just by the noxious fumes. I look around to see if Maria is anywhere nearby but no luck. Usually, she can calm these situations down by leading them back to the VIP room and popping some bottles. She’s got that owner’s touch.
I heave a sigh. “She got into a fight and clocked me when I tried to break it up.” I hold up my hand when he tries to cut me off to defend socialite Barbie. “You know the rules. Fighting is not tolerated in any form, and before you go on and give me some lame ass excuse about how she didn’t mean too, let me stop you right there. She knew good and damn well what she was doing. She made eye contact with me before slugging.” He can deny it until the cows come home but the jerk knows it’s true and now he’s all about saving face.
“How dare you, you little bar bitch. You know who I am.” He growls this like its gospel and as if I should give a crap which I don’t.
He spits and sputters, his face turning a multitude of colors that range from purple to bright red. This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with him. His dad is some famous designer, and as a result, the walking trust-fund brat thinks he deserves special treatment. I assume he has been spending the evening in the VIP section so why bimbo barbie was down with us simple peasants in the first place is beyond me.
“I didn’t kick you out, I kicked your girlfriend and the person she was fighting out. I didn’t call the cops, I simply took them outside.” It would be so much easier if Maria barred them from here but the money he spends is too good to give up, I’m guessing.
At one point he was trying to get part ownership of the bar for some venture he was doing. In the end Maria told him no but let him have the event in the bar.
He grabs my arm and pulls me towards him. I am blown away that he is touching me. A mixture of rage and shock bolts through me.
Before I have a chance to react, Thomas’s hand flashes around me and closes around the dude’s wrist. In one swift motion, he jerks the guy's arm around and pushes it up the center of his back in a hold I’ve seen cops do in order to subdue their criminals.
Okay, one, I had no clue that Thomas was even behind me and two, that was actually kind of hot. I push down my sudden urge to pounce on him and focus on the situation at hand. I make a mental note to give him some extra attention later as a little thank you.
“Dude, what the hell? Who do you think you are?” Trust fund whines.
At this point, we’ve drawn a crowd. There are cell phones held up everywhere and my stomach drops. I know this is somehow going to get escalated. Thomas doesn’t see the phones or if he does he doesn’t say anything. He pushes the guy hard towards the crowd, and all his buddies begin to puff up like roosters.
Seriously? These are a bunch of pansy-ass business dicks that wouldn’t know their fist from their butt. If I had to guess, I’d bet the nights tips that not a single one of them have ever been in a fight. They’re all wearing suits, which makes me snort. This is so not the kind of bar you wear a suit in especially an Armani. These guys look like they’ll cry getting a wrinkle in the fine Italian wool.
I watch as Thomas takes a slow step forward, getting into trust fund’s blotchy face. The muscles in Thomas’ cheek twitch angrily and at his sides, his hands curl into fists. Yep, he’s definitely gonna hit someone. I picture it and watch the guy go down in my mind’s eye. It would be so sweet, but not a good thing for Thomas at all.
Never in my life has anyone come to my defense like this. Not my co-workers, not the bouncers, no one and I’m at a loss for how to handle it let alone the attention it comes with. Flashing smartphones blind me for a second as I take in the crowd now focused one hundred percent on us.
“You don’t grab a lady like that, you understand me?” Thomas’ voice is low and gravely, but not the same kind of gravely it was five minutes ago in the bathroom. This tone is laced with a dangerous edge that carries a menacing threat, and for the first time since hooking up with him, I realize how much I don’t know about him. I’d wager I don’t know him at all.
“It’s like six against one, guy, are you serious,” the overconfident drunk says as he leers at Thomas. I look over to see he’s just grinning. I’ve never seen this side of him. Well, I’ve never seen anything but his sexual side, which can be a little aggressive. It makes sense he’d be itching to fight, but the last thing I want is for him to get hurt or for this to end up on the evening news.
Thomas cocks a brow at him and lowers his head just a notch. “What can I say? I like a challenge. Though, something tells me it won’t be much of a fight.” He isn’t full of false bravado, he’s serious and I know he can handle himself just fine.
I see the rage in the guy’s eyes as the comments hit his ears. I bite back a snicker. I should not laugh because this is serious and no matter what taunting, these drunk assholes are only going to escalate this further.
As Thomas and the spoiled prick stare each other down, the guys who had been raring to go when they thought this tool was just going to be in my face have started to back down. They might recognize Thomas, or they may just not want to fight him. He’s tall, at least six three and in great shape. The socialite’s boyfriend is a little thing, skinny and just a bit taller than I am, which is not saying much since I come in at barely five feet five.
I see my buddy from earlier, the guy who works for the tabloid smiling at me. He’s spotted us, and it causes me to groan. Awesome. Just what I freaking need right now. His eyes meet mine as if to say “Ah-ha. Caught ya!” I watch as he goes out of the bar. It’s probably a small amount of time before the paparazzi come in. We can’t stop them. It’s not like there’s a velvet rope for our bar. There should be. I decide that’s another thing I should tell Maria when the flashes of cameras rejoin the fray. I do not understand someone who lives their lives to invade other people’s privacy. That’s exactly what they’re doing.
“Thomas, I just saw a reporter. You need to go.” I say as I yell at him from the chaos. I realize I’m more worried about him than I am with the scene in front of me. My eyes scan the crowd. Where in the hell are our bouncers? Lazy dudes must be on a smoke break or something out back and I’m not tall enough to see over half the crowd trying to find their useless asses.
“I’m calling the police,” one of the pansy boys calls out.
Thomas stares down the group of guys, and for a moment, I think he’s really going to take on the entire group. I want to grab his arm and pull him back but I don’t think he’ll appreciate the gesture.
Finally, he backs away and takes off toward the back of the bar. He’s out of the door before anyone really knows what’s going on. I wonder what type of footage the crowd got on their phone as the first large camera flash hits me. Thomas is long gone but the reporter is back smiling at me so I know he’s at least having the photographer take pictures of me to write something. While the publicity will be great for the club, it won’t be that awesome for my job. Maria is awesome, but she’s also all
business. She takes very little crap from anyone. I actually kind of admire her but not when it’s about to blow up in my face on the page six society pages and impact my job.
My eyes finally land on the bouncers, they strut up to us, all muscle and no neck. “Sorry,” one of them says. “There was an incident in the front lobby that needed to be taken care of.”
Sure, there was, I mutter. That slimy dude from before probably caused that to happen to keep tabs on the hot mess in here.
“What the hell? Is there a full moon tonight?”
He snickers and looks at the group of rich guys that are slowly trying to disappear into the crowd.
However, trust fund is still standing there--well, maybe he’s swaying a bit. Good, I hope he’s hurt both in the ego and his body.
“Is there a problem here,” one of the bouncers ask.
I look at the ringleader and arch my brow. “Well, is there?”
He scowls at me but seems to weigh his options. Finally, he shakes his head and I nod.
“Good. If you cause any more problems tonight then you and your whole entourage will be tossed on your ass by Bruno here,” I say as I attempt to rest my arm on the mountain-sized man beside me. Instead, I settle for a pat on his overly muscled chest. “Are we clear?”
The dude grunts something that vaguely sounded like bitch before slinking away. I turn and look up at Bruno. “Keep an eye on them and let Gary know too.”
