“You did? Here at the office?”
“Uh, sort of, he’s meeting us at the bar. I’m so excited for you to meet him.”
“Please tell me he’s not a letch or anything like that,” I mutter, “Okay, he’s not an unemployed bum, is he?”
“Oh stop being a party pooper, Darcy, lighten up and live a little.”
“Live a little? Geez, Charlee, we’ve grown up together and been through a lot, but I don’t need you judging me, okay.
Oops, her feathers got riled, “Look, Darcy Fitzwilliam, you’ve had a burr up your crack all day!” That makes me burst out laughing.
“No, it’s not funny! What this really is, is a cry for fun.” Oh damn, she was on a roll. “When was the last time we went out that didn’t have to do with the firm?” I shrug because it was too long ago to remember.
“See, that’s what I’m saying. Fun, we need fun, oh and booze, and men,” Charlee giggles.
“Men? I didn’t shave my legs this morning, Char,” I wink at her. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and meet a rodeo clown, they don’t seem too picky.”
She chuckle and shakes her head, “I’ll be ready in five, okay.”
“Yeah,” I say, as Charlee disappears down the hall and into her office. As I gather up my things and check in the mirror to see if my makeup had stayed in place, I begin to wonder just who Charlee met that had her panties in a wad. There was no way I was going to Lefties tonight and picking someone up. Though I had lied because I can’t stand hairy legs; I mean on me.
***
Charlee and I walk into Lefties, and the bartender whistles to see what we wanted to drink. “Don’t whistle at us,” the words come out before Charlee could stop me.
“Ooo, someone had a rough work day,” he mutters from his perch behind the bar.
“Don’t,” Charlee says as she pushes me toward the washroom. “Listen to me, Darcy we’re here to have fun tonight. If it kills me, you are going to laugh, dance, and drink,” she utters with finality. “You better not ruin this night with your hard-ass attitude.”
“I don’t have a hard-ass attitude. Why would you say that to me?” She begins fluffing my hair and takes the lipstick from her purse to put on me. “Uh, no,” I tell her, “I’ll have fun, but I’m not wearing that dreadful red.” Charlee gives me a look, and I nods because when she sets her mind to it, there wasn’t much you could do but agree with her. She smiles, and that’s why we are best friends. Charlee had a natural way about her to calm, even the most anxious of hardasses, namely me.
***
“Okay, my turn to buy the round,” Lydia’s voice carries over the din of the bar. Our food was served, but we were on round three of shots. Tim, the bartender comes over and sets our shots on the table, but instead of one, there were two.
“I ordered one shot for each of us,” Lydia mutters.
“Oh, yeah, no worries ladies. The guy in the black leather at the bar ordered you an extra round,” he winks. “Well,” Charlee smiles, “Who are we to shun a good shot from a good man.” Without a second thought, we toast to friendship and down both of them.
Charlee gets up and pulls me toward the dance floor, along with Lydia taking up the rear. The three of us grind against each other like it was a free for all orgy. I look through the faces, and it seems that we have some admirers watching as we dance.
It reminds me of a Dennison of wolves, licking their lips and waiting in the shadows to eat us. Hmm, then I realize, I was piss drunk off my ass. Charlee meets up with the guy she was meeting, he looks familiar, but I couldn’t place him. My thoughts were interrupted by, a pair of strong hands that hook onto my waist and holds me with my back to his front. I have no idea who it was, but damn he has some serious hip action going on, so I just let go and let my body sway with his.
His other hand comes around my chest as he grounds against my rear. “What’s your name,” he mutters in my ear while latching onto my earlobe. I groan, reaching down to grab his thigh, “You are so goddamned hot,” he grunts, pushing me away from the dance floor, and down a long, narrow hallway.
He slams my body against the wall and pulls my hands over my head, “Mmm, that’s it.” God, I want him to relieve the ache between my legs. I want him to rip my clothes off and take me right here. His hand slides between my legs, and I gasp when he drags his fingers along the lace of my panties. The sound he makes sends shivers over my skin. I try to catch my breath, but it was useless, as he pushes my hair to one side.
His fingers play me like an instrument, but when his other hand goes to the front of my short black mini, my legs almost give out. He holds me against the rough surface, and I was sandwiched between his hard body and the wall. Heaven wasn’t far; I could almost touch it as his fingers fuck me.
“I want to taste you so badly,” he groans. I feel his thumb press against my rosebud, and I come apart. It was so much stimulation that I couldn’t hold back anymore. I scream my release, but he does’t stop after I come. He keeps going, I try to get away, it was sensation overload for my sensitized flesh. But, before I could tell him to stop because it was driving me near crazy, I come again, even harder than the first time.
The sounds of him feasting on his fingers, releasing each, as he whispers in my ear, “God damn, you taste like heaven.” The deep timbre of his voice caresses my ear as he speaks, “I’d love to bury my tongue inside you,” he admitts, and a shiver rocks both our bodies. I gasp while he ground his erection against the curve of my ass.
Who was this vixen that had taken over the sensible side of my brain! Why was I letting this man do this, who was he? There wasn’t a logical answer, except I didn’t think for once and it just plain felt too good. That wouldn’t comfort me later when I remembered that I let a perfect stranger finger fuck me against a wall in an overcrowded bar.
The warmth of his lips brush against my neck and soon after that, the warm body that held my front to the wall was suddenly gone. Cool air follows as I turn toward it and watch a man walk out into the night air. Oh, my God, was that him? He brought to the edge of bliss, and I tumbled over twice, and I didn’t even ask him his name.
***
“There you are,” Charlee’s voice draws my attention away from the dark-haired man with the magic fingers. “You didn’t even get to meet the guy I told you about, he just left.”
The fog lifts a bit, and I smile at my friend, “Next time, I guess,” I tell her as I wobble into the bathroom.
“Geez, Darc, you’re all flushed,” she proclaims. “I think I should drive you home. You’ve had way too much to drink tonight.” I barricad myself in a stall, grab some toilet paper to wipe the come that was dripping down my leg… hell that guy knew how to get the most out of me. That gets me to thinking, why didn’t he let me look at him? He smelled so good and had a body that felt like sculpted marble, so why be mysterious? Oh God, he was tall, well tall enough to kiss the top of my head.
I walk out, and Charlee was still talking, not that I hear her; I mean sometimes she didn’t know when to stop. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks and pushes my hair behind my ears, then she stop and stares at me.
“What,” but she doesn’t answer as her eyes widen.
“Why are you looking at me like…” I ask.
Before I could finish that statement, Charlee covers her mouth with one hand and points to my neck with the other. There, blazing on my skin was a hickey and I cover it with my hand while trying to avoid her gaze.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” she asks with a tinge of anger.
“Nope,” was all I say as I walk to the door and pull it open.
“Fine, let’s order something greasy to eat,” and I look behind me to see where Charlee was, “Come on girl.” She turns me around and makes sure my hair was covering the mark, then we walk out of the washroom together.
***
An hour later I was at my place, Charlee had Lydia drive my car and then would drive her home. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Darc
y,” she giggles as the gusty fall wind blows my hair in my face.
“It’s probably good that we don’t work on Saturdays.” I wave goodbye and pull my keys from my purse, unlocking the door. Thank God I was home. I push off the stilettos and toss my bag on the entryway hall bench. It looks rather inviting, and I plop down on the overstuffed blue cushion. My head falls in my hands as I try to make sense of what happened tonight and how I was going to find out who the guy was; and oh yeah, how I was going to have more of what he gave me tonight.
At some point, I must have passed out on the bench, because I wake up on it with my mouth feeling like sandpaper, and the world wouldn’t stop spinning. I ended up on the floor while I tried to get my legs to work. My dignity demolished, my dress was hiked up around my waist and I thank God that I was alone. Or so I thought until I hear a bubble of laughter, which startles me into promptly falling on my butt.
“You really shouldn’t drink, Darc,” I groan as I recognize the voice.
“What are you doing here, Austen?” I ask my brother, who was having way to much fun at my expense.
“I’m rather enjoying you drunk,” he snorts and links his hands behind his head. “You had some fun tonight, huh? It’s good for you,” he smirks. I growl at him, and he gets up to help me off the floor. “Come on, sis,” Austen carries me to my room and sits me on the edge of my bed. “Mom and dad don’t know I’m home, so I’m crashing in your guest room,” with that he closes the door, and I curl up on my comforter and fall asleep.
***
Morning doesn’t find me much better. My head feels like a coconut in a vise, and a bitter taste is in my mouth A loud knock, follows by the door opening, “Darcy, wake up. It’s ten in the morning. Dad is here with some construction guys to measure your room.”
I groan and roll to the edge of my bed, “Fine, let me get in the bathroom,” I shriek as I fall on my face.
“Geez, Darc.” Austen hollers and comes over to help me up. “What the hell did you drink last night?”, before I could answer, the doorway of my room was filled with men.
Austen pushes me behind him so that I could pull my dress down causing me to trip over my feet and I end up face first on the floor with my ass up in the air. Austen grabs the blanket off my bed and throws it over me. And when I say he throws it over me, I mean even over my head; this was beyond embarrassing—but the real kicker was the groaning sound that I didn’t recognize.
Oh please, dear lord, take me now.
“Just give us a minute, okay,” Autsen tells them. “Just let me get her up, and then you can get those measurements.”
“Thanks, I owe you one,” I smile as he closes the door. I peel off my clothes and get into the shower. Wishing I could do the same with the last twenty-four hours and just wash it down the drain too.
Elijah
After we finish at the law offices, Jon tells me he ran into a woman today and that we were meeting her at some hoity-toity bar that I had never been to before. It wasn’t like him to go out of his way to play with some girl he just met, but this one had snagged his curiosity.
The bouncer is a complete douchebag, all pumped up on roids and playing Mr. Tough Guy. In all honesty, I was a quiet person, attracting attention wasn’t something that I did, but this guy pisses me off.
“Hey, show me your I.D. buddy,” he mutters. Jon pulls out his wallet and shows him that we were of age; yeah, something like ten years ago. “Where’s your I.D. buddy,” he sneers at me.
“It’s obvious that I’m older than nineteen,” I hiss. The guy grabs the front of my shirt and Jon jumps in before a fight breaks out, “Here’s his driver's license,” I grab my wallet out of his hand.
“Don’t touch my shit, bro,” I seeth as the door guy chuckles and tosses my license on the ground.
To say I was pissed was putting it mildly, “Pick it up, Arnold,” as I clench my jaw. “I’ll knock your damn head off if you don’t pick it up!”
“Is that so, tough guy? He calls a group of replicas from inside the door to stand at his side.
“What do I have to say,” I grumble.
I bunch up my fingers together and cock my fist back to smash the jerk in the head, but Jon grabs me. “No worries, guys, everything is good.”
He pushes me toward the entrance, and I shrug him off and round on him,“Don’t ever do that to me again, Jon. Christ, you’re my brother, but you had no right to step over me. I’m not a fucking kid,” I fume, and Jon just stares at me.
“Look, Eli, it’s not worth getting the shit kicked out of you and probably spending a night in jail.”
The music was so loud that I bearly hear what he was saying to me, “Yeah, well next time I’m going to take someone out. Don’t ever stick your nose in my shit.”
My eyes fix on the dance floor, to the three women that were grinding on one another. Well, if it wasn’t Miss Uptight herself, “Who the hell are you meeting here, bro?” I ask Jon.
“That one, on the left,” he points to the blonde with towel girl from this morning.
“Are you shitting me?” I ask and laugh.
“Nah, I wouldn’t joke about that,” his eye are fixed on them, and as it looks, every guy in the place was watching them.
“I’m gonna get a beer,” I grunt and push through the crowd of people to get to the bar. “Can I get a beer,” I holler to the bartender.
“There you go, you want a glass for that?”
“This is fine,” and hand him a ten. He gets my change and goes to hand it to me, I wave him off, because I want information more than I wanted the money.
“Who’s the chick in the middle?” I ask him as he pulls his gaze away from the dance floor.
“She’s hot, eh?” He smiles. “She’s friends with Charlee, who is here a few times a week. Her name is Darcy, she’s pretty uptight,” he tilts his head to the side, “And not much into the party scene.”
“No?” I nod.
“Dude, I’m giving you fair warning, she’s not a partier. She doesn’t drink that much and never leaves with anyone.” He points to the three women, “And she never lets a guy grind up on her like she’s letting her friends do, right now. I’ve never seen her this relaxed.” I thank him and order another beer.
One thing was for sure; I was going to make her scream and burn for me. I always get what I want, and damn me to hell, I want her.
***
I see Jon dancing with Charlee and watch as Darcy shoots down guy after guy. Fuck, the front of my pants were becoming unbearably snug since we walked in here twenty minutes ago and saw her. She was a magnificent creature, but I didn’t know if she knew just how hot she was to all the men watching her.
I down a couple of shots and approach her. When I reach her, I lose my nerve and grab her by the hips and pull her against me. Her round ass bumps against my hard cock. She doesn’t fight or argue, which seems odd, but who was I to question it. Christ her little dress was so tight it melted against her body like a second skin and left nothing to the imagination.
Her hardened nipples pierce the front, begging to be bitten, while her heart-shape ass begged to be spanked. And hell, I was just the guy to do both—I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted someone this badly; it was a need that burned deep in my gut and found a home a little further south.
I ground into the fabric, dreaming it was her as I wrap my right arm around her chest and splay my left, over her abdomen. Darcy lets her head fall back, and a low moan follows. The exhilaration of touching her fills my senses and the thought of her turning the other guys away has me harder than rock. I didn’t want to come in my pants like a fucking teenager, but this girl did things to my head, and I didn’t mean just the one hanging between my legs, either.
“You are so goddamned perfect,” I grunt, pushing us through a crowd of onlookers. I take her down the dimly lit, hall off the dance floor. Once there, I push her against the wall and pull her arms over her head, “Mmm, that’s it.” Her sweet scent wraps itself around me,
and I need to feel her heat on me.
I curse when I draw up the back of her dress and run my fingers over her core, and fuck me, she was dripping. Her long hair hangs down her back and I push it aside to nip her flesh as I sink two fingers into her core. She bucks against me, and I can’t stop myself, as I force my other hand down the front of her panties.
She was exactly where I want her, pinned between me and the wall. I knew she wouldn’t fight me if I push inside of her and let her come on my cock, fuck she was driving me crazy. My fingers pump inside her as my calloused fingertips rub back and forth then side to side over her clit. Her muscles clamp down on my fingers, and all I could think about was how it would feel choking my fucking cock.
“I bet you taste as good as you look,” I groan against her silky skin. Just to see how far I could push this magnificent beauty, I nudge my thumb over her puckered hole, and she comes apart like a dream. She screams into the wall, but I don’t stop even after she comes. I don’t want her to forget what I’d done to her body, even though she didn’t know it was me giving her an orgasm. That would come in time, no doubt, and talk about coming, she did—for a second time grabbing my hand and holding it tight against her clit.
“God damn, you taste like heaven,” I mutter as I lick each finger. “I’d love to bury my tongue inside you,” and my body shakes as the image of her grinding on my face pops into my head. Her body shakes from the aftermath as I grind my cock against her perfect ass.
I dig my teeth into the flesh between her neck and shoulder, sucking the skin hard, while she groans.
I didn’t want to leave her, especially when I was painfully hard and I knew I’d have to take care of it myself. I back away bit by bit until she gasps, turning toward me as I turn my body away from her and duck out the back entrance. But, I was sure she wouldn’t forget what happened in the hall or how her core clamped down and came all over my fingers.
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