by Susan Stoker
Heart pounding, cock throbbing, he watched as she turned and slipped off the bar chair. Grabbing her phone and tucking it into her purse like she wasn’t affected by what had just happened. The wicked sway of her hips as she walked towards the back of the restaurant made the hunger surge inside him.
Aubrey was a mystery, but he was about to show her just who she was dealing with.
He slapped a handful of bills on the bar, too many for the bartender to ask questions, and snagged his phone to follow her.
***
Her skin was buzzing, the itching sensation that had tortured her for three weeks, one day, and almost seventeen hours about to be sated in an empty restaurant bathroom.
Not like it would be the first time.
It’s not like she hadn’t done her due diligence. He had a tan, but no tan line from a wedding ring. He was sandy blond perfection, and she wanted to feel what he could do between her thighs. So much over-confident talk, but he was probably some casting-call groupie. Some wannabe actor, or model, or whatever-the-fuck, wanting his break in LA like a thousand other gorgeous men who stalked the city hoping to get their one shot at stardom—and she definitely wasn’t it.
This guy, Finn, didn’t know her dad, or her mom, and had no aspirations with her beyond getting between her legs… which was exactly where she wanted him.
Needed him.
Dr. Kirkland could lecture her on Monday. Three weeks was a new record, and she could aim for four next time. After she fucked the hottie with the sexy accent and the wicked tilt to his lips that made her want to kiss him.
The creak of the bathroom door momentarily let in the buzz of the restaurant, then it fell shut, closing her in with the hushed sound of footsteps. Aubrey had pressed the last stall door closed, but he pushed it open confidently, his fit form filling the doorway as a wicked grin tainted his lips. “Did you just tell me to fuck you?”
“Did I get your third wish wrong?” she asked, leaning back against the white tile.
“Not at all, beautiful.” Finn stepped in close, slamming the stall door and flicking the lock without pulling those perfect green eyes from hers.
“Good.” Reaching forward, she tugged him against her by the edges of his tasteful, camel colored blazer, and his lips collided with hers. Without missing a step, Finn had his hands on either side of her face, his body pressed against hers, and she knew she had him. He nipped her bottom lip as he grabbed her thighs, lifting her effortlessly so that her legs split around his hips.
“Do you do this often?” his voice rumbled against her lips, and she grinned.
“Why? You don’t feel special?” Aubrey rolled her hips as he let her drop a little so that she could feel his erection rubbing against her core, confirmation that all her flirting and teasing had paid off.
“I always feel special, beautiful.” The words were spoken between nipping kisses down her neck, brushing over her collarbone as he nudged her top out of the way. All of it said in that delicious accent that had her clit pounding with the promise of what he could offer her.
“Then fuck me,” she demanded, her voice breathy.
Finn leaned up, those gorgeous eyes meeting hers as his pupils dilated. “You’re unreal.”
“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” She leaned forward to kiss him, and he slammed her back against the tiled wall, the pressure of his body against hers becoming a form of euphoria after her horrible bout of abstinence. The need inside her quickly turned into a molten heat that focused between her thighs, making her whine against his lips as he mimed a thrust. Every brush was a taunt, a too-light touch, and she wanted more, wanted all of him—and she was done waiting. “Please,” she gasped, and he growled against her skin as he let her put her heels back to the floor and reached into his pocket.
He plucked a condom from his wallet, and she smiled because she had plenty tucked into the zippered pocket inside her purse, but it was always a good sign when the guy carried them too. Just as he started to tear the wrapper she slid to her knees, ignoring the risk of being discovered as she worked at the stylish belt so she could tug his pants down, and then his boxer briefs.
Holy cock.
Finn definitely wasn’t just graced with good looks. She grinned up at him while he watched her with widening eyes as she stroked him from root to tip before licking at the head. The tremble of his thighs made her smile just before she took him between her lips and slid him deep. A choked off shout came from above, followed by the dull slap of his hand on the tile, but she reveled in the clean, male taste of him. “Aubrey,” he groaned, almost a plea, and she slid him into her throat. “Faen!”
Her progress was about to reset, and she didn’t give a single fuck. Condom in hand, hard cock at the ready, and, of course, she was already soaking wet. She’d been wet before he’d sat down next to her—her body waiting for somebody to scratch the itch. He was hot, convenient, and absolutely perfect for a one evening stand… she was just going to give him a little incentive. A few deep thrusts into her throat, mixed with the shallow, tongue flicking movements, and he had one hand in her hair. On edge, no longer full of questions, and ready to take her like she needed.
“Come here,” he growled, pulling her up the wall with his grip in her hair, and then he kissed her hard. Not even a little shy about tasting the hint of precum on her tongue as he slid the condom on with practiced grace.
Apparently she wasn’t the only one with skill in the quickie department.
Finn lifted her again, holding her against the wall so he could pull her panties to the side as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “This is usually where I warn you that I’m about to ruin you.”
The cocky tilt to his grin made her laugh, wrapping her arms around his back to urge him forward. “Do your worst, pretty boy. I can take it.”
“Just try to be quiet, Aubrey,” he growled against her ear, and it was as delicious as she’d imagined. He adjusted them until she was positioned just right, and then he dropped her onto his hard cock. Filling her, stretching her in all the right ways. In an effort to stifle her cry she brought her head back against the tile hard enough to hurt, but he wound his hand into her hair to cradle the back of her head and thrust again. His hips lifted her sharply, making her rise and fall on his shaft before she’d caught up—but then she did. Tightening her thighs against his hips, she started to ride him. Finn thrusting, Aubrey matching his movement, angling him as deep as he could go, and she was perfectly filled. Aching in all the best ways, and it took all her self-control to bite down on her lower lip so she didn’t cry out.
“Finn,” she whined when he bit down on her shoulder, licking at the place as soon as his teeth lifted.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” There was something in the desperate, breathy tone of his voice that made her believe him, made her clench just a little tighter on his next thrust, and they both moaned as he ground himself against her. “I want to watch you come.”
His growl was barely out of his lips before he leaned back, bouncing her on his hips as his thumb found her clit, and she bit the back of her wrist, keeping the cries trapped as he lifted and dropped her on his cock like it took no effort. Even her own tight grip on his hips didn’t give her as much pleasure as his thrusts did. With a quick push, he shoved her blouse above her bra, ripping the thin lace down so her breasts were exposed. Finn’s lips captured one newly exposed nipple as his thumb returned to her clit. “Oh, fuck, Finn, please? Please?”
“Just a little more,” he whispered against her breast before switching to the other, drawing the untouched nipple into his mouth until it was just as tense and exposed as the other. Pushing back the urge to orgasm made her body buzz, her nipples tingle, her clit hum, and she’d never felt this kind of intensity—and Finn was making her wait. Teasing her further, drawing it out, making her shiver against him as he thrust deep once more. Bottoming out hard enough to knock his thumb free of her clit for one excruciating moment, and then he was back to it… steady,
hard.
Making her linger on a perfect edge.
Holding her there.
Bordering on painful ecstasy as his cock filled her again, and again, then a sharp nip at her breast before he soothed it with his tongue—it was everything she’d wanted.
“You’re so beautiful, so hot, I want to feel you come, Aubrey. Come for me.” His thumb picked up the pace on her clit, and he thrust hard once more, and suddenly she came apart in his arms. Pleasure blooming in the tense places inside of her, her body clenching his tight as ecstasy swallowed her whole until all she saw were sparkling lights, until all she felt was the heat of his skin against hers as she crept her hands under the back of his shirt to feel the hard ridges of those muscles working.
“Finn!” she cried out on a gasp, trying her best to be quiet. But, the hard thrust of him coming a moment later made her smile, tightening around him as her own euphoria started to spiral, sending her brain swimming away from all the rules she’d placed on herself.
Free.
Satisfied.
Complete.
Aubrey mumbled her pleasure against his shoulder, and she felt Finn buckle, leaning against her to keep them upright. The pressure on her body was welcome, and she hugged him tight with her arms and legs as they caught their breath. Still linked, still total strangers, as the itching tension that had followed her for weeks dissipated like so much ephemeral smoke.
As her brain came back online, she let her left heel touch the floor first, and then he slid from her as he released her thighs, moving his grip to her hips to steady her. Those incredible eyes lifted and she grinned at him. “Wow…” she whispered.
“Yeah,” he laughed, moving in close again to press a kiss to her temple.
“That was exactly what I needed.”
“I’m glad to oblige, and—”
“I do have to get going though, work in the morning and all that.”
Finn stepped back as she adjusted her panties under her skirt, and he quickly tossed the condom into the toilet so he could take care of his zipper. “Can I get your number?” he asked, his voice slightly unsteady as she slipped one of her heels more firmly back into place.
Smiling, Aubrey leaned forward and kissed him again, his hands landing on her waist as she felt the satisfying gush of wetness dampen her panties further. “Do we really need to mess this up with that bullshit?”
“It’s bullshit that I want to call you?” Finn asked, watching her as she pressed the toe of one heel against the lever to flush the condom away.
“There’s no need to pretend either of us need to see each other again, right?”
“Right,” he repeated, and then he shook his head, holding the door closed as she tried to pull it open. “Wait, no, I want your number.”
Aubrey grinned, leaning back against the tiled wall to look up at him. Tall, sandy blond, and so hot—but clearly not prepared to deal with her, no matter what bravado he’d displayed at the bar. “This was fun. Just let it stay fun, okay?”
When she grabbed her purse and tried to pull the door open again, he slammed it shut a little harder. Her temper spiked as he spoke, “Tell me that wasn’t hot. Tell me you didn’t enjoy yourself and I’ll let you go without another word.” Those green eyes were insistent, confused, and she felt drawn to him in ways that she didn’t want to pay attention to. Much less address in the women’s restroom of the restaurant they had just fucked in—but he clearly wasn’t giving up.
“Hell, fine. If you want my number you can have it, but that’s it, I’m not promising anything.”
“Perfect.” He tugged his phone out of his pants, his button and belt still undone. In rapid-fire she read off her phone number and then she pulled open the stall door, backing out into the open space.
“What’s your last name?”
“Dean.”
“It was wonderful to meet you Aubrey Dean.” Finn smiled the kind of panty-dropping smile that would have worked wonders on her had he not just fucked her into a spectacular orgasm and scratched her proverbial itch.
“Glad I ran into you, Finn.” She winked and released the door, which he caught with a hand so it didn’t close. “But don’t call me for a date,” she added.
“I don’t date,” he answered quickly, grinning like he’d won this little tête-à-tête. Fool.
“Sure, of course you don’t. Good night.”
“Good night, Aubrey.”
“Don’t forget your belt, Finn,” she called over her shoulder as she checked her hair briefly and then escaped into the restaurant, continuing out to the street to find her car. Whoever Finn was, she was sure she’d never see him again. He’d become just another footnote in Dr. Kirkland’s notebook of disappointment on Monday, and another story for Aubrey to tell her girl friends when one of them eventually messaged her back.
She checked her watch, and sighed. Two minutes, and… about forty-seven seconds. Starting over. Maybe after Finn, or because of him, she'd be able to hold out for four weeks next time.
It was progress, right?
Chapter Three
Rolling over, Finn tried to burrow into his pillow to avoid the bright sunlight pouring in from all directions.
He’d forgotten to close the damn blackout blinds. Again.
“Stupid, fucking…” With a growl, he snagged the remote off his nightstand and pressed the button, keeping his eyes closed as he heard the steady hum of the blinds coming down. Finally, he rested back on the sea of pillows, opening his eyes to the dark of the room, but he could only see one thing—Aubrey Dean.
Her skirt bunched around her hips as he slammed home between her sweet thighs, her pretty pink lips parted to moan, and the way she’d said his name? Fuck. His cock was painfully hard beneath the sheet just remembering it, and, worse, he was pretty sure he’d dreamed about her.
“What is wrong with you?” Finn grumbled to himself, eyes adjusting to the dim light so he could stare down at his dumbstick, proudly tenting the sheet like it expected to have Aubrey again. But that wasn’t likely, she’d made it damn clear that she was done with him.
And that had surprised him more than anything.
Refusing to let her leave the damn stall before she’d given her phone number? That wasn’t him. He was the one usually trying to get the girl, or girls, out of his fucking apartment in the morning. He was the one who threw their phone numbers in the trash, or wiped their numbers off his bathroom mirror.
Finn reached for his phone, powering the little thing on as the Apple logo practically blinded him. As soon as he keyed in his passcode, the messages started pouring in, the missed calls, the voicemails—the same reason he always turned it off when he slept.
Flicking through the contacts until it settled on her name, he stared at ‘Aubrey Dean’ and groaned, reaching under the sheet to grasp the straining flesh at his hips, stroking with a firm fist as he remembered the sound of her—the brazen offer at the bar, the sight of her on her knees, the feminine moans against his ear.
Don’t be an idiot.
He ripped his hand away from his cock. It was probably a fake number anyway, which was a good thing. He hadn’t lied the night before when he’d said he didn’t date, and she clearly didn’t want a thing to do with him, so he should just delete it. Yes, delete the number and be done with fantasizing about Aubrey Dean and her shiny black heels and the tight sheath of her pussy milking him as he came.
Tapping her name, he opened up the edit pane where the bright red text for ‘Delete Contact’ taunted him. He pressed it once, and the fucking confirmation screen popped up like it doubted him.
Just as he was about to erase her, an incoming call filled the screen, and he cursed aloud as he accepted it. “What do you want, Dick? It’s early.”
“It’s one o’clock in the afternoon, Finn. That’s not early.”
“Fuck off.”
“You skipped your appointment yesterday.” The exhausted tone of the lawyer’s voice made Finn smile.
“Did
I? That’s weird. I remember going to the office.”
“I called, they said you had an emergency and had to reschedule. What was that emergency exactly?”
“Following a hot girl to a bar so I could bang her in the bathroom.”
“This is EXACTLY why your father has demanded you start seeing a therapist for your sex addiction! Did you even get her name or did you just pick a girl with a short skirt and haul her into the men’s room and—”
“We were in the women’s room.” He interrupted the man, keeping his voice steady to make Richard’s shouting all the more entertaining.
“Do you have any idea what could have happened if you’d been found? You could have been arrested! Charged with indecency, or public nudity at the least! Your father is not going to keep saving you, Finn!”
“Hey, I didn’t ask him to do anything with the photos. That was his choice.” Finn pushed himself upright in bed, growling under his breath. “And he doesn’t care about me, he never has. I’m just an inconvenient fact whenever I embarrass them.”
“He’ll cut you off—”
“And? If you knew anything about my finances you’d know that my money is my money. Has been since I turned twenty-five, but you don’t know jack-shit about me except that my father told you to get me into that bullshit therapist.” Switching the phone to his other hand he threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed, stalking out of his bedroom into the massive open floor plan of his high-rise condo. His cock was still mostly erect, but the conversation with Dick was deflating it fast.
“That therapist is one of the top ranked in Los Angeles and my firm had to pull strings to get you in there as a client. Now, I’ve booked you another appointment for 3:00 PM, and if you miss that one, your father will be on the next flight.”
“To do what?” Finn laughed.
“Haul you home before he has his friends in the state department cancel your E-2 Visa.”