I swallowed hard, and I was pretty certain I heard the bartender groan.
“Are you sure? I mean…”
“Brix, you’re single. I’m single. We’re at a wedding, which constitutes the whole single people have slutty wedding sex clause. It’s like a tradition or something.” She gave a nonchalant shrug.
My freaking dick started doing some sort of happy dance in my pants. It had been months since I last had sex. Well, since Indulgence, actually.
“I should tell my friends─” I thumbed back toward Sebastian and Addison’s table.
“Your friends are preoccupied. You’ll be back before they even realize you’re missing.” Her eyes drifted down to my slacks. Intense fire rose up my neck into my face when I realized she was staring at the massive erection I was sporting. She grabbed my wrist and rubbed my pulse point. “Oh, you’re going to be a load of fun. I bet I could ride you for an hour. Or more.”
I shifted my weight, hoping to conceal my arousal a little. All it did was make me more uncomfortable. “Not that I mind your flattery regarding my sexual prowess, but what makes you so certain I won’t be a minuteman?”
Mental head slap. Why couldn’t I be smooth like those guys in the movies?
She let out a laugh that caused my insides to liquidate. “You’re the kind of guy who jacks off at least once a night, sometimes twice. That means you’ve built up a great resistance to...shall we call it...instant gratification.”
My mouth dropped. She pretty much had me pegged. “How do you─”
“Know?” She smirked. “Because I’m the kind of girl who goes through a box of batteries each week. You could say it takes one to know one.”
“No way!” I couldn’t believe a stunning woman like this didn’t have her pick of any man she came in contact with. She was manipulating me. That was the only conclusion I could ascertain.
“Yes. But tonight I want more than a plastic, vibrating cock to get me off. So what do you say?”
I gazed at her luscious pink lips as her tongue darted out over them. Gone was the brain that typically controlled my faculties. The brain in my pants seized control.
“That’s what I thought,” she purred.
She grabbed my hand. It was so small, yet it fit wonderfully in mine.
I glanced over my shoulder to my friends who were oblivious to what was happening to me. Sebastian and Addison had joined Jacoby and Eddie on the dance floor. So had most of the guests. Not a single soul would realize that this woman could be carting me off to my death, though I was certain I could probably take her, if need be, on size alone. Not to mention my strength. But if the movies and yoga have taught me anything, it was to never trust a woman’s size for lack of strength.
“Where are we going?”
“Some place to fuck. Where else would we go?”
I kept pace with her. For someone so small, she was made of speed. We reached the second floor landing and before I knew what was happening, this petite woman shoved me against the wall, proving my initial assumption to not judge her strength by her size, and sank to her knees.
“Wait.” I tried to push against her to make her stop. “Anyone could walk up those stairs and see us.”
She wouldn’t be budged. “That’s part of the fun.”
In a flash, she had my belt unhooked and was unfastening my slacks. My head rolled back against the wall as she pulled my cock free from its confines. Her hand stroked me, while sharp and steady eyes peered up at me through long, black eyelashes. “Are you a cock and reloader, or a single load shooter?”
My brow knitted in confusion. “Huh?”
She chuckled, her thumb swirling along my tip. “Are you the kind of guy who comes quickly only to be ripping and raring to go again, or are you the kind that once you come it’s all she wrote?”
I ran my fingers through my hair, finding it kind of difficult to think. The sight of this woman, expertly teasing my dick sent my head into overload. “Ready...again,” I sputtered.
“Just as I thought,” she purred. She circled her tongue around the head of my cock. I bucked my hips at the sensation, but she caught my waist and pushed my back against the wall. Her small hand, barely able to wrap around my girth, slowly stroked up and down in a smooth motion. “One last thing, teeth or no teeth?”
Good Lord! She was a demoness sent to torture me.
“Teeth,” I growled.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Her mouth enveloped me, taking me down, inch by inch. Even at Indulgence, I’d never had anyone that could take me in like she was, and there were some talented women at Indulgence. My knees buckled at the sensation, but I was frozen against the wall, unable to move. Her warm, soft tongue slithered and stroked my shaft as she sucked in her cheeks to tighten her mouth around me. I groaned, hypnotized by the sight of this gorgeous creature with my cock, balls deep, in her mouth. When she pulled back, her tongue swirled around the sensitive edge of the head before she took me back down, deep into the recesses of her inviting mouth.
I jolted, my body instantly reacting. She gazed up at me, an awkward smile graced her lips, but pride filled her dark eyes. She slipped her hand between my thighs, massaging my balls as her mouth moved up and down me. And Lord help me when she grazed her teeth along me. Not too hard, but hard enough to make every hair on my body stand on end.
Each pass of her mouth sent me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. I drew in a ragged breath, trying to still myself. I couldn’t come. Not too quickly. I wanted to savor the feeling of her mouth wrapped around me.
She sucked and stroked, pushed and pulled, all in the most delectable ways.
My body craved her. With her mouth alone, she brought me to life in a way I’d never felt before.
I reached for her hair, wanting to touch her. I pulsed with need to feel her soft flesh, but she shook her head, warning me to keep my hands where they were, flat against the wall. She had control and I would do as she wished. She was right, too. I was ready to do anything for her.
The tightening in my balls alerted me that I was about to lose it all. A little uncertain, I pushed against her head with my fingertips. I wasn’t the kind of guy who expected a girl to let me come in her mouth, or on her face, unless it was previously discussed.
Her eyes, darker than before, glared up at me. She sneered and smacked my hand away. I bit back a whimper as she increased her speed. Both of her hands were now wrapped around my base, stroking hard and fast with each movement of her mouth. The harder she sucked, the tighter my balls became until I finally exploded in her mouth.
Rather than slowing down and drinking me in, she kept going. Hard and fast her mouth drove on. Come dripped from the corners of her mouth, along my shaft and down her hands. My whole body rocked with the intensity of my orgasm. Sweat gathered at the back of my knees and along my neck and still she gave no indication that she was ready to relinquish her hold on me.
Her perfect makeup was now smeared across her face and my cock, but she didn’t seem to care. She licked me from the tip of my cock to my pelvis. Her tongue slithered against my skin cleaning every inch of me. I jerked when she sucked my balls deep into her mouth. Her tongue fondled my sac, as her hand slowly stroked my still twitching cock. She tugged at my balls with her teeth before she released me. When she seemed satisfied with her handy work, she licked her hands clean and stood up.
She pinched my chin between her two fingers and pulled my lips down to hers. “That was only round one, sugar.”
Round two was followed by round three and even a round four. This tiny woman was a machine and it took everything I had to keep up with her. Which wasn’t easy when crammed into a small room with only a rickety, old table for support.
However, it was easy to ignore my discomfort while under the control of my little bombshell. Much to my amazement, I never once felt emasculated by her sexual prowess. Her control eased me. Empowered me. It wasn’t as though I was inexperienced, but with her, my experience
level seemed to enhance. She had this uncanny ability to make anything hot. My heart still raced in my chest five minutes after my last climax.
I watched as she shimmied her dress over her hips. She’d been totally prepared for this encounter, having had a small package of condoms on her. The idea never even crossed my mind to carry any type of contraceptive with me tonight. I was here for Jacoby and Eddie. Sex, though a wonderful surprise, never entered my mind until this woman appeared.
I pulled on my shoe, tying the thin black laces as she slipped her dress strap over her shoulder. We hadn’t spoken a single word since the last pant and grunt of our romp. Only the sounds of clothes and our breathing filled the room. Yet the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was satisfying. We took everything we wanted and left nothing behind.
“You were amazing,” I noted, finally breaking the silence, as I helped her zip up her dress.
“You weren’t too bad yourself. Have you ever considered becoming a submissive?”
I took a step back. At first I wanted to balk at such a remark, but the look in her eyes suggested she was sincere in her suggestion.
“It’s not my thing.” I shrugged.
“That’s too bad. With some training you’d be the perfect submissive.”
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Um, I doubt it.”
What I really wanted to say was that women had been walking all over me since my childhood─from my own mother on. I didn’t want or need some woman treating me like an animal in bed. Though, if I were to be honest with myself, having her call the shots tonight was highly liberating.
“Hm. Maybe you’re right, but my motto is, try it all. You never know what you might discover you like.”
I laughed. “Is that what this was?” I motioned between us.
“Possibly. But you enjoyed it, right?”
“That I did, but now we need to get back downstairs. I’m sure by now everyone thinks I bailed.”
“We wouldn’t want them to think that.” She snickered.
She placed her hand on the door knob. I grabbed her elbow to stop her.
“Can I get your number? I’d like to see you again.”
She slipped from my grasp. “Sugar, no offense, but if I didn’t give you my name, what makes you think I’m going to give you my number?”
“I just thought─”
She lifted her hand to my cheek. “You’re a nice guy, Brix. The kind of guy I could easily see myself falling for. But I’m not good for you. You understand that, right?”
“Shouldn’t I have the right to decide that for myself?”
The pad of her thumb slid over my lips, and a flash of something flickered in her eyes. She shook her head and dropped her hand. “Not this time. Trust me. You want nothing to do with me.”
I said nothing. There was nothing to say. Something in her tone told me there was no getting her to see things differently. She’d made up her mind for the both of us.
Bombshell tugged my face down to hers and placed a kiss against my jaw, right below my earlobe. “Trust me when I say I’ll dream of you for many nights to come.” She released me and took a step back, smiling. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Brix.” She bowed her head and released a deep sigh as she twisted the doorknob. “And just so you know, your fly’s open.”
Instantly my eyes dropped to my crotch to find my zipper was, in fact, open. As I looked down to zip myself up, the door closed.
She was gone.
I flopped back onto the wobbly table, disheartened. All of that fantastic sex. I could still feel her body wrapped around mine. Even now, my cock twitched with desire for the woman who shattered my inhibitions. I ran my fingers through my hair. Determination reared up inside me. I wasn’t going to let her walk off that easily. No! She was going to tell me her name and she was going to agree to meet me again. Even if only for another great romp in the sack.
I adjusted my tie and buttoned my jacket before rushing downstairs.
Much to my surprise, the party was still going strong. I had no idea how long I’d been upstairs, and truthfully, it didn’t matter. Even now, I could still smell her musky perfume on my skin. I had to find her. She had no right to walk away without even telling me her name. She might not have emasculated me in sex, but her refusal to tell me who she was felt like a slap in the face.
A spark of anger ignited inside me. I maneuvered around the room, dodging people left and right. It wouldn’t be easy to find her short ass in this crowd. Everyone stood at least a head above her, if not more, but I figured if I could find a place that seemed to fit a person but appeared empty, it was there I would locate her. Hopefully.
Around the side, I circled back toward the bar where we’d originally met. Since my attention was solely focused on finding my bombshell, I was caught unawares by a hand wrapping around my wrist.
“There you are!”
I whipped around to a smiling Addison and Sebastian. He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, but his smile wasn’t filled with excitement as hers was. Sebastian’s light blue eyes seemed to scrutinize me, and I had the wild urge to punch him. With his perfect blonde hair and his hypnotic charisma, he’d won the girl. He didn’t have to act like a jerk about it.
“Where have you been? I’ve…” She glanced up at Sebastian and grinned. “We’ve been looking all over for you. There’s someone I’m dying for you to meet.”
She hasn’t spoken to me in six months and now she’s wanting to introduce me to someone? Now!
I wriggled free of her grasp on my wrist.
“That’s nice, but I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“Nonsense,” Addison rebuked. “You must meet Mercy. You’re simply going to love her.”
This really couldn’t be happening. I glanced around the room, hoping, praying I’d spot her, but couldn’t find anyone resembling her.
“You seem upset,” Sebastian noted as he adjusted his bow tie. “Are you all right?” His tone sounded sincere, but his face was still scrunched in such a way that I was certain he was sizing me up. He had to remember me. If the roles were reversed, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t be just as cautious.
“Yeah. Fine. Great,” I rambled. “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a woman, about yay-high.” I held a hand up to my breastbone. “She has black hair with purple streaks, or highlights, or whatever you girls call it.” I twirled my hand in frustration. “Oh, and a tattoo sleeve on her left arm, would you have?”
Addison cocked her head toward Sebastian, a fleeting look passed between them. They both then scanned around the room, before looking back to me. Sebastian’s furrowed brow and solemn laugh punched me in the gut. “You might have to give more of a descriptor than that. That sort of fits a lot of people here tonight.”
Other than the height part, he was dead right. There were a few people in the room who fit my description.
“What’s her name?” Addison innocently asked.
I shook my head, frustrated. “I wish I knew.”
Sebastian nodded, his face morphing into understanding. “Tough luck, man. A woman like that leaves a lasting impression.” He rubbed Addison’s shoulders and smiled. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find her again. It can happen, you know.”
All of the tension in Sebastian’s face melted away. It was as if he realized that any attraction I had for Addison was gone in light of my urgency for this other woman. Truth was, I was now proud that Addison had managed to crossover the incident at Indulgence. It pleased me, in a twisted way, that she thought to introduce me to someone. Even if the timing was terrible.
I sighed in defeat. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Addison’s smile faltered. “I’m sorry, Brix. If you want, we can help you find her. Sebastian has resources, ya know.”
The instant those words left her mouth, I could tell she regretted having spoken them. And the expression that passed over Sebastian’s face was even more inconspicuous. It was sweet of her, but I would never allo
w them to do something potentially unethical. They were already in the spotlight enough, as it was.
I shook my head. “Nah. I have a funny feeling she’s long gone.” I scratched the side of my neck and glanced around the room once more. It wasn't in me to give up hope. When my eyes landed on Addison and Sebastian again, they both faked a smile.
“So who was it you wanted me to meet?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound rude.
“Nah. We won’t bother you with that, now,” Addison stated.
“Please, bother me. Take my mind off of, well…”
Sebastian dropped his hands from Addison’s shoulders, twining his fingers with hers. “We should do as the gentleman suggests, don’t you think?”
Addison nodded. “Well, if you insist. We want to introduce you to Mercy. I think you’ll really like her. Her date bailed on her tonight, too.”
Great! Now I was part of the ‘single and can’t get a date’ club. My life was officially at an all-time low and that was saying a lot for a guy who had experienced the wrong end of a swirly.
But, I was a good fellow, so I followed the loving couple to where a tall, beautiful woman stood talking with Eddie. Her skin was the color of savory caramel mixed with a bit of mocha. Her eyes the color of dark honey. She was slender and her hair was cut in a similar style to my bombshell, but sadly, she wasn’t the enchantress whose body still seemed to be all around me.
“Brix Johnson, I’d like to introduce you to Mercy Pendleton. Mercy is Sebastian’s publicist.”
As I extended my hand to shake Mercy’s, Addison continued, “Mercy, this is the guy I was telling you about.”
Mercy’s mouth perked into a mischievous grin. “Ah, yes. The yoga instructor. It’s nice to meet you. Addison and Jacoby speak very highly of you.”
“It’s all lies, I’m sure,” I blurted out.
Everyone around me laughed, oblivious to the red heat rising up my neck. I was telling the truth, though. More than likely Addison and Jacoby had talked me up and it was all a load of crap to make me look good to this extremely gorgeous woman. Jacoby was good at trying to match make me. He did the same thing with Addison before she found Sebastian.
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