by Q. B. Tyler
Chace’s eyes light up and he grins. “Oh God, I think I just fell in love. What’s your name again?”
“Taryn. Now drink up, buttercups. If we’re going to Lush, you’re going to want to be drunk. Trust me.” She points between the two glasses as she wipes down the bar around us and heads back to the other side.
“I hate you so much right now.”
“What, because my good looks and charm got us free tequila shots?”
“No, because you’re hell bent on ruining my life.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. Do you want to be stiff and awkward around Bella?”
“No. Well…wait, I’m not stiff or awkward.”
“I am not even going to dignify that with a response,” Chace says before he downs the shot. “Oh, and the good stuff too. It’ll go down like water. Trust me.” He nods at my shot. “Come on, buttercup. Bottoms up.”
“Fuck you.”
“Hey, if I swung that way, I’d totally help ya out. God knows you need it to help pry that stick out of there.”
Taryn leads us towards Lush, and I’ll admit I actually like her. Perhaps if Chace doesn’t fuck things up with her by acting like a complete dick we could be friends or whatever. She gives Chace her fair share of sass and I can tell that he’s enjoying keeping up with her.
“Here we are!” She shimmies as she goes to the front of the line, bypassing the line of people down the block.
“Umm…” I start when Chace gives me a warning look telling me to shut up.
“Hey, Kyle.” Taryn high fives the bouncer and points over her shoulder at us. “I’ve got some D.C. bar virgins. Let me in!”
“I am the furthest thing from a virgin.” Chace wraps a hand around her and tugs on a lock of her hair that she’s long released from the confines of her bun, while growling in her ear. I roll my eyes at his innuendo as Kyle waves us in.
The bar is dark; the only light in the hallway is from my phone as I stare down at Bella’s last message.
Bella: Okay! Let me know when you’re here! *smiley face*
I have to admit I was glad that Chace forced me to come here. Maybe he was right. A night with a gorgeous woman underneath me screaming out my name may be just what I need. Despite my lack of sex towards the end with Corinne, I did know what I was doing in bed. And before Corinne, I had a very good track record of making women come. Corinne was just a frigid bitch.
EXACTLY.
Aidan: Just got here, where are you?
We push through another set of doors and it’s significantly lighter. I suddenly feel like I’ve stepped through the door to my past. At thirty-two, I’m definitely the oldest person here. Holy fuck.
“Told ya you needed to be drunk,” Taryn says as she takes in my expression. Chace, who is the same age as me, is probably salivating and also regretting that he’d RSVP’d to this college girl party with a plus one.
“Wow, is there anyone here over the age of twenty-one?”
“This is the college bar. A lot of CGU kids,” she informs me as I follow behind her and Chace towards the bar.
Great. Just what I need, running into a future student of mine. I let out a breath, relieved that I only had one person in mind to talk to tonight and she was a twenty-two year old grad student. She’s still a bit young, but at least I don’t have to worry about her being in here with a fake, or being in my Monday morning Social Justice lecture.
Taryn orders our beers and Chace all but knocks her hand out of the way when she tries to pay, shooting her a warning glare, and she raises her hands in defeat. “So, where’s Bella?” she asks as Chace pays for our drinks.
“No idea, I asked and she hasn’t replied.”
“Well, look for a short, tan, blonde-ish girl.” Chace takes a sip of his drink and looks around the room. He’s a few inches over six feet like me, but has me by an inch something that he never lets me forget.
I’m in the process of scanning the room for Bella when I hear a shrill voice from a few feet away over the music thumping through the speakers. “Four shots of fireball!” I turn slightly to see a blonde girl in a crop top leaning over the bar as she shakes her ass to the beat slightly. I am way too old to be here.
The girl in question must have felt my gaze because she peeks over her shoulder and her eyes light up. I’m used to that look, and although she’s cute, she isn’t exactly my type. The tequila shot from earlier, mixed with all of the other drinks I’ve had, has me thinking that I want to at least meet Bella and see that gorgeous smile.
And okay maybe more than that. I mean she is pretty fuckable.
I give her a tight smile when her hand finds my bicep. “You’re the hottie from Boston!”
“That’s usually my nickname,” Chace interjects and looks at me as if to say, Who’s this?
She giggles and bounces on her heels. “Oh my God, Wes totally owes me twenty bucks. He said you catfished Sky.”
I shake my head completely at a loss at what the fuck she’s talking about. “Catfished?”
“It means pretending to be someone else on the internet. Watch TV dude,” Chace says.
“Oh. Um. No,” I tell her, as I look down at the hand she still has on my arm.
“Come on. We have a table.”
“Oh, I’m meeting someone—”
“Yes, I know. Skyler.” She puts her hands on her hips and looks behind me at Chace and Taryn. “When you said you were bringing friends, I was hoping they’d be single guys. God, really!?” She rolls her eyes. “Oh, I’m Peyton.”
“Peyton. I’m sorry, but I’m so lost. And a little drunk. So speak…not girl.”
She purses her lips and then her eyes seem to focus slightly and she slaps a hand over her head. “Oh! Right, alias name or whatever. Skyler is Bella. That’s her real name. The girl you’re talking to on OC. Also, you’re welcome, because she wanted to stay in tonight and like sleep or whatever.” She starts walking away and I follow slowly behind her with Chace and Taryn behind me.
“Is she for real?” I hear Chace whisper. “She’s hot as fuck though.”
“Aren’t you…” I shoot him a look, my eyebrow quirked at him as I think about Taryn who is following behind us. I know she didn’t hear him, what with her being a good foot shorter than us both, but damn Chace.
“I’m just sayin’.”
We make it through a throng of people and it’s as if my body senses her before I see her. As we approach the table I see she’s seated with one other girl and two other guys, bottles and glasses stacked along the table. I watch her suck a lime between her lips, her eyes squeezed shut as she cringes slightly.
“Whew, that was bad.” She shivers slightly as she opens her eyes and drops the lime in the empty shot glass. Her brown eyes find mine instantly and for a moment it feels like no one else is there—certainly not the guy that seems to be seated just a little too close to her.
“Look who I found!” her friend cheers, and Bella—Skyler—stands. I’m taken aback both by how stunning she is and how short she is. Fuck. Visions of fucking her petite body against the wall move to the forefront of my brain and I begin running through the states and capitals, Bill of Rights, periodic table of elements. Something. Anything—that would will my dick down faster as she moves towards me. Her teeth are pushed into her bottom lip and that is definitely not helping. “Aidan!” She smiles. “Holy shit, you’re so tall!” My eyes roam down her body and I notice she’s in flats but she’s standing almost on her tippy toes…to get closer to me, I assume.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me or what prompts me to do it, but before I can think I have her in my arms, my large body engulfing her tiny one in a hug and lifting her slightly off the ground. I press my face into her neck inhaling her sweet scent. “Bella,” I whisper in her ear and she shivers again. I’m pleased that this has nothing to do with a bad shot. I set her down and give her a smirk. “I mean, Skyler?”
She nods before shooting a look at Peyton who’s staring at us like we’re her onl
y source of entertainment with a dreamy look on her face.
“My mom calls me Bella.”
“I like Skyler,” I tell her honestly. It suits her.
A hint of pink finds her cheeks. “Thank you. I’ll pass your praise off to my parents.” Her lips quirk up.
Her vibe is infectious and I find myself smiling as well. “Can I buy you a drink?” I ask her, wanting nothing more than to get away from the prying eyes that are watching our interaction.
I feel a hand around my neck and I groan inwardly remembering I didn’t come alone. “My friend has no manners. I’m Chace.” He smiles at her and she nods.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” She holds her hand out and I’m pleased that she doesn’t try to hug him even if I do think she’s friendly.
He looks at me. “Dude, I think we’re going to take off.” He looks back at Skyler. “Little lady, I assume you can make sure my friend gets home safely?” He raises an eyebrow at her and she giggles.
“Yes, of course.” She nods. “I’ve only been in D.C. twelve hours though. I basically only know where this bar is and my apartment.”
“Well, I didn’t say which home.” He grins and I resist the urge to punch him. Can you not make me come off like I’m a complete fuckboy?
“Okay, bye, Chace.” I push him away and nod at Taryn.
“Text me if you’re coming home tonight,” he whispers in my ear before he disappears.
I’m left alone with Skyler and her friends, and I have to admit I only feel a little bit awkward. They look young as well, but I guess twenty-two really is ten years younger than me.
I manage to catch the look Skyler gives Peyton before she turns to me. And if my assumption is correct, she’s pleased with how the evening has played out so far. “Let’s go get that drink.”
Holy fucking shit. My clit is on fire.
This has never happened before. Never have I had such a strong reaction to a man, not to mention a complete stranger. My heart is racing and the thump in my sex is getting more aggressive as Aidan’s large, warm hand squeezes mine. He pulls me through a crowd of people sweating and grinding to the beat of the familiar Rihanna song that blares through the speakers. We make it to the bar and when he turns to face me, he takes my breath away leaving me truly speechless. My neck is almost completely tilted back because he’s that fucking tall. God damn, I could climb him like a tree! My gaze moves down his perfectly chiseled face to his mouth, and perfectly shaped lips I’m dying to suck on. I see his lips moving but I can’t make out what he’s saying over the roar of the crowd and the even louder one between my legs. I swallow when I notice his lips stop moving. “What?” I cock my head and put a finger behind my ear, letting him know I couldn’t hear him. When he leans down I feel his breath, hot and cool at the same time, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “What are you drinking?”
“Oh. Ummm. Whatever.” I try to shoot him my best I’m laid back and totally chill and absolutely not freaking out about how fine you are and trying my best not to make a fool of myself look. “How about a shot? I think I’m feeling frisky.” My teeth graze my bottom lip and, despite the dim lighting, I notice his jaw tick slightly and his Adam’s apple wobbles.
He nods once. “One shot coming up. Any preference?”
“Surprise me.”
He turns around and I take the time to admire his backside. I cock my head slowly to the side, wishing I had X-ray vision to see the ass I’m fantasizing about biting, licking, and dragging my nails across as he plows into me. My phone vibrates in my hand and I look down.
Peyton: I’ll take my thank you in the form of breakfast tomorrow, please! I take my coffee black like my soul.
Me: He is SO hot! Holy shit.
Peyton: Agreed! Sucks his very fuckable friend brought a girl with him though.
Me: You think Chace is hot?
I try to recall the ManFax on Chace. Hmm. I remember tall, and muscles bulging under a white t-shirt, and jeans. And a backwards hat. Oh and a smile that probably made women drop their panties on sight. But I was too busy trying to keep my panties up around Aidan to really notice.
Me: Sorry about that! I figured he would have brought someone single.
Peyton: No worries, there will be plenty of time for you to play wingman for me! How is he?
Me: Nice. It’s really loud though, we haven’t talked much.
Peyton: Why are you talking at all? Go find a dark corner and make out! Or… get it on if you like a risk.
Me: In public?! Peyton, please. I am a lady! Haha
Peyton: With a man like that you better learn how to get UNladylike and QUICK. God, I would do very dirty things to a man like that.
Me: Hey!
Peyton: I’m just saying. Please tell me all the deets tomorrow. *smiley face*
I look up to find Aidan staring down at me, a smile tugging at his lips as he holds up a tiny plastic cup filled to the brim with a cloudy liquid.
“Did you roofie this?” I narrow my eyes at him and he shakes his head. A playful scolding look in his eyes makes me giggle. “It’s cloudy.”
“It’s a lemon drop.”
“Oh. Are they good? I don’t think I’ve ever had one.”
“They’re alright. All of the alcohol here is garbage. Next time, we go to a bar that has something above Tito’s vodka.”
I wrinkle my nose, grateful that he seems to be a bit of an alcohol snob too. “Right? Most bars at least have Kettle One.”
“Apparently this is a bar where a lot of the college kids hang out.” We down our shots and I’m grateful to have a reason to ignore that comment given he doesn’t know I’m one of these college kids. He sets the empty glasses on the counter before leading me towards a corner of the room. “Do you want to dance?” he asks.
I turn my head to look at the group of people on the dance floor before turning back to him.
“As much as I love to dance,” I shake my head, “that’s not what I’m really interested in doing right now.” My head feels slightly fuzzy, the effects of the alcohol catching up with me and lowering my inhibitions even more.
“What do you want to do?” he asks as he tugs me towards a row of stools underneath a table facing the windows. He sits on a bar stool and as I go to sit beside him, he pulls me towards him, positioning me between his legs. “Or should I tell you what I’d like to do?”
The way he’s looking at me, I can read it all over his face. His eyes are darker than the blue I saw in the app, almost navy, and it makes me wonder if there is some truth to eyes becoming darker when a person is aroused. His lips are parted slightly and I see his tongue peeking out slightly between his perfect teeth. I can feel his breath on my face as I move slightly closer, my body warm and tingly all over with the anticipation of what’s to come.
“And what’s that?” I ask.
“I want to kiss you.” I lick my lips on instinct and a lascivious grin finds his lips. “Not those lips.” I immediately feel my cheeks heat up but I smile in spite of my slight embarrassment at his words. He stands up, towering over me, but leans down and presses his lips to my ear. “I want to pin you to the wall and drive my cock inside of you until you don’t know your own name.” He hasn’t touched me at this point, which makes this monologue even more arousing. I’m dying for him to touch me. Touch my pussy, my tits, my face. Anything. “I want to bend you over and eat your pussy until you cream all over my tongue. I bet you are so pretty when you come. I bet you lose control of your senses for a second, your eyes water and stream down your beautiful face because for a moment you’re sure you saw God or whatever deity you believe in. Your toes curl, your legs are taut, your hands dig into whatever they can, as you try to tether yourself from floating away… I want to witness that while I have you underneath me.” He pulls back and looks at me, waiting for my reply.
Moisture pools in my panties and I try my best to rub my legs together, praying I can graze the seam of my shorts and feel just a slight bit of friction against my sex
. I clench and let out a breath as I look away from his penetrating gaze. I turn back to him. “I’ve never—had…”
“You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“No. I mean, yes! Just not one like…that.” I’d had orgasms before. Self-inflicted of course. And my ex…My heart thumps, though I’ll admit the intensity isn’t as great as it used to be. He’d given me a few in our three months together, mostly with his tongue. I’d had sex with exactly two people and had yet to get off with a dick. And they were never soul-shattering, I saw God orgasms. Yet, something told me Aidan would probably change that. I was in.
“It’s because I haven’t fucked you yet.”
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, or my raging hormones, or the fact that he might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but I’m in his arms before I know it. I tug on his black t-shirt, bringing him down to me, and planting my lips on his. It doesn’t take but a second for us to find our rhythm. His tongue darts out of his mouth into mine and he groans the second ours meet. His hands are in my hair, mine are on his biceps, as I can’t even reach the area behind his neck. I drag my hands down his chest, pressing my nails into the fabric and feeling the hard ridges of his chest. Every time I feel an ab my clit twitches.
“Come home with me,” I blurt out, not wanting to wait another second without seeing what he can do with me, my body, my…pussy.
His lips quirk up into a smile, making me believe for the first time that there was something to the phrase panty dropping grin. “Let’s go.” He doesn’t say another word as he pulls me from the bar, my short legs struggling to keep up with his longer ones.
I shoot a text to Peyton, telling her I’m leaving to have very hot sex with the very hot man from OC, and she replies with a string of emojis including a thumbs up, an eggplant, and a kissy face.
We settle into comfortable silence, his hand squeezing mine every few feet.