Long blond hair that grazed the sides of her arms. She had it neatly parted in the center, and tucked in behind her ears. Her hair shone like spun gold, smooth and silky. Her eyes were large and blue, the color of a clear summer sky.
She was in a short printed pink dress, with a fitted red leather jacket on top, to match the wine colored ankle boots she had on. Her legs were endlessly long, her waist was slender, just like her shoulders. She had the most delicious bow-shaped lips.
I realized I was staring when she caught my eye, and I looked away. She could be someone’s woman here, and I didn’t want to piss any of the guys off by checking out their old lady.
It was when she came over and sat down beside me at the bar, that I got a whiff of her feminine floral perfume. It made me giddy with desire. Or was it the alcohol?
Ever since I’d returned from Iraq, I had barely even looked at a woman. It seemed like I had no interested in fucking anymore. Big boobs did nothing for me, the lure of a wet pussy had nothing to offer. It had been all about my leg, all about getting better. That was all I had focused my energy on. The only woman in my life for the past year; had been my physical therapist and she was my best friend’s girlfriend and one of the sweetest girls I knew.
So this woman sitting beside me, with her long legs crossed on the bar stool, her golden hair flipped over her shoulder, with earrings dangling in her hair—stumped me. I didn’t know why I had the reaction I was having. What was so different about her, other than her smashing body and suckable lips, that made my blood run hot in my veins?
There were hundreds of smoking hot women I’d bumped into and seen in the past year, why had this one, sitting beside me at the bar, suddenly woken me up?
Chapter 4
Quinn
I had walked into the Rusty Pelican with a big fat smile on my face, expecting to be greeted with open arms by people, or at least my father. What I found at the bar instead, was a place full of men whom I didn’t recognize.
I shouldn’t have been surprised though, I hadn’t been here in several years, perhaps last when I was a teenager. After I left Long Beach, my association with this place became even more estranged.
I had a pretty fair idea that all my dad’s friends were much older by now, and chances were that they didn’t hang around the bar that often anymore. Now when I walked in, I saw that the men here were younger, closer to my age, even though they were all wearing the same sort of leather jackets that my dad and his friends used to wear, with the same patch on their backs. I couldn’t see my dad around.
I weaved around the tables, looking to see if I could catch a familiar face. Nothing really had changed about the Rusty Pelican, it was still full of men with tattoos and beards and in leather jackets. There were still muscle cars and Harleys parked outside. My dad clearly entertained the same strain of crowd.
I shook my head as I sat down on a stool at the bar. That smile was creeping back up on my lips again. How did my dad, who ran a place like this, manage to buy a house in a neighborhood like ours? I had always had a feeling that my father was involved in more stuff than he would let on. But I had never really asked him about it. How had he managed to keep me apart from this aspect of his life? But the bar seemed to be doing as good as before. Men were playing pool, scantily clad women were serving drinks, the music was metal and grunge, and I bobbed my head, realizing that I had always quite enjoyed this music. Another one of my traits that had shocked all my college friends.
“Vodka on the rocks, please,” I said to the tattooed bartender, who was looking at me up and down. It was obvious that he didn’t know who I was, and I wasn’t surprised that I was attracting a lot of stares in a place like this. For everyone at the bar right now, I was just an ordinary girl, who had walked in and didn’t look like I belonged. I smiled to myself, wondering how shocked everyone here would be when they found out that I was the owner’s daughter.
My drink arrived, and I thanked and paid the man, before bringing the cold glass to my lips. This was the first time in my life that I had ordered a drink at my dad’s bar, and I was sitting here, drinking it! How surprised and stunned was he going to be when he saw me? I bit down on my lip and looked to the side.
Beside me was a man, who I had noticed earlier. I’d caught his eye when I was weaving around the tables and walking towards the bar. He had looked away then and was now talking to some other guys. They were loud and talkative, and I could sense that they were making jokes about women. I was aware that it was the kind of talk that went on in a place like this.
Something about this mystery man though, made me look at him again. He didn’t stand out in a place like this, although he would have turned a lot of heads in my neighborhood.
He was tall, with masculine broad shoulders and a wide chest. He was in a leather jacket too, and dark jeans. His hair was dark and shaggy, with some strands falling over his dark eyes. It added a boyish charm to him, despite his dark scruffy beard and muscular build.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking him over. He had strong muscular legs, and even through his jacket; I could sense that he had bulging biceps and a flat stomach hiding. I could see a tattoo creeping up his neck. He was a tough guy, a biker…not the kind of man I usually went for.
He was the kind of man that my dad and his friends would have looked like in their youth, and as much as I adored my father; I had just never thought that they were the kind of men for me. The handful of boyfriends I had till now; none of whom had been serious, had all been clean shaven, athletically built guys with good SATs. This guy, with his loud laugh and large hands, and the thick silver rings on his fingers; did not strike me as the kind of guy who had ever sat for any exams.
I gulped and looked away from him. I had a sudden image in my head, of his hands on my waist, his body pinning me to the wall behind the bar, his lips on my breasts while the bottles of alcohol and glasses came crashing down from the shelves.
I had to press my legs together because there was a throbbing in my core. I was fantasizing about this man standing right next to me, and I could feel my cheeks flushing. The back of my neck had grown hot.
I took a large sip of my vodka, hoping that the drink would settle my stomach and stop it from doing flips. Just one look at this guy beside me and my body was already doing somersaults. He wasn’t even the kind of guy I usually went for, he had barely even looked at me!
I tried to focus on my drink, to force myself to not look at him again. I couldn’t help it though, I chanced a look at him again, he was still talking to his friends. I watched his lips on the mouth of the beer bottle. I imagined those lips in between my legs, and I pressed my eyes close and looked away from him.
I felt like I was suddenly going insane!
Chapter 5
Marco
I had to talk to her, if I didn’t, I felt like I was going to burst a vein or something. The guys had been standing around me, without giving me a chance to speak to her, but now thankfully, they decided to go play pool. I declined their offer and remained standing beside my stool instead.
It wasn’t until the guys had crowded around the pool table, with Hunter and the rest, that I turned to the girl. I had sensed her looking at me too, but I couldn’t be sure if she was just curious or if she was checking me out.
“What is a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” I asked her and took a long sip of my drink. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the stool beside me, with a glass of vodka in her hands. Her blue eyes sparkled and grew wider when I spoke to her like she had been waiting to be spoken to.
“Just getting a drink, though I’m not sure what kind of a girl you think I am,” she said, and I noticed her soft sultry voice. It matched her delicate features.
“I think you’re the kind of girl who would be offended if I told her how hot she is,” I said, and I surprised myself with my own words. When was the last time I had flirted with someone? And so directly! This girl had set my blood on fire, and I was doing and
saying things that weren’t like me.
She laughed lightly and tucked a few strands of her angelic blond hair behind her ears.
“Is that what you’re telling me?” she asked, and she looked down at her lap shyly. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could see that she was pleased with the compliment I had given her. My cock was already throbbing in my pants. No woman, in recent times, had this effect on me. There was something so pure about this girl. She reminded me of everything good in this world, the kind of things I had gone to war for, to protect and defend.
“You are gorgeous, and you better leave before someone does something stupid,” I said, and I realized now that I was leaning towards her. I caught a whiff of her perfume again, and I had to clench my jaws to stop myself from lunging at her. My cock was the one that was doing all the talking here.
She smiled and met my eyes. Her own blue ones were clouded and glazed over. I saw her stick her small bubblegum tongue out to lick her lips, and I was watching her every movement with my eyes. We both knew exactly what was going on. We wanted each other. A spark had gone off in us, and I looked down at her breasts, stopping myself in time from salivating.
“What makes you think that I don’t want to do something stupid myself?” she asked, and slowly, she slipped one leg off the stool and then the other. She was standing up, and I noticed how much shorter than me she was.
I couldn’t even think of anything to say to that. She was walking away from me now, her drink was still on the bar counter, and she was headed in the direction of the bathroom.
I watched her go. Her curvy plump ass moved in her dress, and I knew for sure that my cock was tenting my jeans now. She had one hand on the door of the toilets, and I looked over the heads of some guys to see that she had turned to look at me. Her eyes were sparkling, she was biting down on her lip. She had given me every possible sign to follow her, and I did.
I took one long gulp of my beer, and I followed her into the bathroom.
I pushed the door open, to see her standing in the middle of the room, with her arms to the side. I shut the door behind me and locked it. The others could fuck right off. I needed to make the most of this crazy moment when I had the chance.
She parted her lips as I stepped towards her.
“Is it crazy that I want to do something to you?” she asked, and I crossed my brows at her. It still felt unreal to me.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her gruffly and came to a halt right in front of her.
“I want to make you feel powerless in my hands,” she replied, and I watched as she knelt down in front of me.
I clenched my jaws. Was this some kind of trap? Were The Bad Disciples testing me to see my worth as a potential member of their club? If they were, I was failing miserably at it because I couldn’t control myself. I was going to let her do whatever she wanted to me.
She was on her knees on the floor of the bathroom, staring up at me with her deep blue eyes. She had a smile on her face too and slowly, she started unzipping me.
She pulled my cock out of my pants, while I stood in front of her with my legs parted. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. I knew I was big, but she looked like she had never seen a cock that big before.
She licked her lips again with that torturous tongue of hers, and I reached for her head. If this was what she wanted, she was going to have to do it my way. My way was that I wanted it now.
I held on to her head and yanked her face to my cock. She gasped, and then laughed, placing her hands on my thighs and suddenly, I was grateful that she hadn’t tried to pull my jeans down. Seeing my prosthetic leg would definitely have been a mood killer, I thought.
She parted her mouth and looked up at me. My cock was throbbing hard, with a reddened angry tip. I pushed it towards her, and just like that, as smoothly as she was taking a sip of her drink, she took me in her mouth.
I felt like my head exploded, as I watched her beginning to suck on my cock. Her pretty bow-shaped mouth around my heavy cock, her nostrils flaring, her head bobbing up and down.
She kept her eyes on me. She wasn’t lying. She wanted me to feel helpless in her hands. Her tongue played havoc on my cock, sliding and slipping over the tip while she thrust her mouth backward and forwards. My cock rubbed against the back of her throat and she nearly gagged. She hadn’t even managed to take my full length in.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I started plowing her mouth. Her body shook, but she kept her position like a champ. She was small and delicate, probably too small for me, but she was determined to make me come. It was insane how a petite girl like her could make a big hulking man like me so powerless.
I tugged at her hair and grunted. She had started moaning too, and with one hand, she cupped my balls while with the other, she stroked my left thigh, my good leg. I pushed and thrust my cock into her sweet mouth. I hadn’t even seen her naked yet, but I had a pretty good idea of what her pussy was going to feel like—small and tight.
I felt myself erupt into her mouth, but she still didn’t stop sucking me. She was milking me to my last drop. I clutched her hair tightly, shooting my come in her mouth and down her throat, and she gulped and sucked. This was the most explosive fucking thing that had happened to me all year, and I had met her no more than fifteen minutes ago! I groaned and grunted as I came into her mouth, and when I was done, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stepped away.
She remained kneeling on the floor, smiling at me while she rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth. I zipped myself up quickly. Was I imagining this? She couldn’t be real, could she?
“My name is Quinn, by the way,” she said, and slowly stood up.
“I’m Marco,” I said and ran a hand through my hair.
If I ever saw this girl on the street somewhere else, this was not what I would have thought she was capable of!
“Do you want to get out of here, Marco?” she asked.
Chapter 6
Quinn
This guy I had just met, had taken me back to his place. Outside the Rusty Pelican, we had jumped into a passing cab and kissed in the backseat all the way to his apartment.
There was something raw and wild about him, who I knew nothing else about other than his first name. I had never done anything like this before. I had never just walked into a bar, picked a guy I wanted to fuck and asked him to take me back to his place.
The craziest thing about this entire situation was that the bar I had found him in belonged to my dad and there was a high possibility that this guy belonged to the same friend's circle as my dad’s. I’d noticed that he didn’t have the same patch on his leather jacket, but I wasn’t sure what that patch meant anyway.
He led me up to his apartment, and we stumbled in. He turned around and caught me by my waist, and his lips were on mine again. I had swallowed his come, his cock had been in my mouth, and now I was desperate to see him naked.
There was something sexy about making a big strong man like him, feel so powerless in my hands. He had lifted me up in his arms and was now carrying me to his couch, while our mouths remained fused.
I hadn’t been back home for more than a few hours, and already everything felt different. I had grown up in this city, I had spent practically my whole life here, and never before had something like this happened to me.
He tumbled me down on the couch and fell on me while his mouth found my neck. He was leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck to my cleavage, while his hands peeled off my jacket and then cupped my breasts.
His hands were large and warm, and my breasts fit perfectly in them. Marco squeezed both before his thumbs started searching out my pebbled sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of my dress.
I arched my back, thrusting my breasts out towards him, while his hands traveled down my belly to the bottom hem of my dress. I gasped, as his warm hands brushed against the insides of my thighs. I wanted his cock again, this time in my pussy. I couldn’t believe how desperate I was for him. He knew how to
make me feel powerful in my sexuality.
I reached for the buttons on his jeans, and I had just about undid them when Marco stopped touching me and stepped away from the couch.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hearing the desperate sizzle in my voice. Had he changed his mind? Had he recognized me as Axel’s daughter? My mouth had suddenly run dry. If he knew who I was, chances were that he wouldn’t want to fuck me.
Marco straightened himself up and ran a hand through his hair.
“I think you should know something before we take this any further,” he said, and I crossed my brows with anxiety. What could he possibly tell me that was a bigger secret than the one that I was keeping?
“I lost my leg in Iraq. I used to be a marine,” he said and stroked his right thigh. I looked down at his legs with my brows still crossed in confusion.
“It’s a prosthetic,” he said, and he was peering into my eyes. I stared back at his face and parted my legs invitingly at him.
“I don’t care, Marco. Your cock is good enough for me,” I said and bit down on my lip. There was a silence for a few moments between us. He was trying to judge the truthfulness of my statement, and I wanted him to believe me. Him having a prosthetic leg didn’t matter to me. What mattered to me was how jaw-dropping sexy he was, and how he was capable of making me feel.
Marco undid his jeans while he stood in front of me. They dropped to his ankles. Even in the dim light of his living room, I could see the unmistakable prosthetic right leg. I looked up at his face, and then at the cock hanging between his legs. He was taking his t-shirt off, and I gulped.
His tattoos were intricate on his chest, his biceps bulged and he had six-pack abs that made me salivate as I stared at his masculine perfection. I had never thought that I would be attracted to a man like him, with his scruffy beard and his roughness, but that was exactly what I wanted right now.
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