by T L Swan
Could he be more perfect?
I tip my head back as the sensations overwhelm me.
He begins to eat me, suck and lick, and oh God… it’s so good. My hands drop to the back of his head and he pulls me apart with his big hands.
He kisses my sex with an open mouth again and again, and I shudder, an orgasm close. That’s when he carefully puts my panties back in place and stands up again. Our faces only millimetres apart. “I might have missed you too today, Pock,” he whispers.
My eyes search his. Does he feel it, whatever this is?
“You know, with a greeting like that, I don’t really want to go out anymore,” I tell him.
His lips take mine and he sucks aggressively. My legs nearly fail me. “I’ll be peeling those pretty little panties off with my teeth later.” He bites my bottom lip and I yelp, looking up into his dark eyes. “Make sure I have something nice and creamy to suck on.” He slaps me hard on the behind and I squeak in surprise.
My insides feel like they’re beginning to melt into a puddle on the floor. God, he’s fucking filthy.
“Promise,” I whisper as my hand slides down over the large erection in his jeans. My lips drop to his neck and I bite him in return. I make to drop to my knees but he stops me.
“Pock, we’re going out.”
“But, I want a taste,” I murmur against his lips. “It’s my turn.”
He grabs my cheeks of my behind and grinds my body hard against his erection. “Baby, you’re going to get more than just a taste. But you have to wait.”
He kisses me again before he pulls me by the hand, leading me out of the apartment. Moments later, I find myself sitting in his car with a throbbing wet sex.
This man is off the fucking hook hot.
The old, timber staircase at the Angel Hotel in Sydney is steep. We are at a bar that I’ve never been to before. In fact, I never even knew it was here. It’s four stories high and narrow. It feels like we’ve stepped back in time, although it’s been decorated in a trendy way. The bars on each level are dark timber and fully stocked. The carpets are deep coloured, and the furnishings are vintage and antique looking. Music is plays throughout the bar, and it has a really cool vibe.
“What is this place?” I ask Brock as he leads me up another flight of stairs.
“This is where we drink.”
I smirk. “Kooky.”
He chuckles. “Like you.”
We get to the top floor and my stomach twists in knots. I feel so nervous about meeting his work friends. I hope I get along with them. I can’t think of anything worse than forcing conversation all night.
There is a bar that runs the length of the room, with three pool tables taking up space around is. Over in the far corner there’s a small dance floor. It’s quaint with a real small-town vibe. I can see why they like it here. Over in the far corner sits four bench tables pulled together with a large group of people around them. And when I say people, I mean men.
There are heaps of men, all huge, gorgeous, and the smell of their testosterone burns through the air.
I gulp. Shit.
Brock smiles, sensing my nerves, and he throws me a wink before he leads me over to the table. God, why did I agree to this?
“Hey,” they all cry, turning to smile our way.
“Boys.” Brock smiles proudly. “This is Tully.” He puts his arm around my waist.
I give a small wave. “Hi.” I can feel my face turning a deep shade of red as they all take their time to assess me.
Brock goes around the table and introduces me to them one by one, and I shake all of their hands, but I already know that I’ll never remember their names. There is a blonde guy who is covered in badass tatts, and a holy hot African American who may just be God himself.
“Hey there.” He smiles sexily, and I nearly swallow my tongue when I hear his American accent. Jesus, he could do some damage.
A European man, maybe Italian, smiles and picks up my hand, kissing the back of it smoothly. Brock slaps him over the back of the head and the boys all laugh. He continues to make his way around the table, introducing me to everyone until he gets to the last two. “And this is Jesten.”
Jesten is tall, has sandy hair and a full sleeve of tatts. He has the bluest eyes I have ever seen, as well as a warm smile.
“Hi, Tully.” He shakes my hand. “It’s great to finally meet you.”
“Hi.” I smile nervously. Oh, I like him.
Brock rubs his hand up my back, as if sensing I need reassurance.
“And this is Ben, my brother-in-law.”
Ben leans in and kisses my cheek. “Nice to meet you.” He smiles, and I can’t help but notice that he’s allowed to touch me when the other boys weren’t.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Hi.” Ben is hot. Damn, they’re all hot.
Not just hot, but stupid hot.
The boys return to their conversations, leaving Brock to focus on me. “Do you want a drink, Pock?”
I nod. “Yes, please.” I widen my eyes at him. “Maybe a jug?”
He chuckles as he walks towards the bar. “The girls will be here soon.”
Don’t leave me. I take off after him. “Girls?” I frown.
He takes my hand in his. “The boys’ girls. They’ll get here after they finish work.”
“You do this often?” I frown.
“We come here one Friday night a month.”
“Oh, okay.” I nod and stand beside him at the bar like a little puppet.
“What do you want?”
“Erm.” I frown as I look at the drinks menu. I don’t want to drink cocktails, I’ll look like a princess. “Sauv blanc?”
“Okay.” Brock orders our drinks and I look back to his friends, noticing a girl is now standing with them. She’s young and pretty. She glances over and looks me up and down, quickly snapping her eyes away as if she’s agitated.
Hmm. Who’s that?
I run my hand up Brock’s back and whisper in his ear. “Who is the girl with the boys?”
Brock glances back over. “Oh, that’s Cindy.”
“Cindy?”
“My secretary.”
I frown. “She’s your secretary?”
“Yeah, why?”
I fake a smile. “Just wondering.” I glance back over to see that she is openly glaring at me now. She has honey-blonde hair and a killer body. She’s wearing a grey tight dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, and I’d say that she looks about twenty- one.
Hmm, okay. That’s interesting.
Brock gets our drinks and carefully passes me my glass of wine. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
Really. Do you have to? “Great.” I fake enthusiasm as he leads me over.
“Cindy.”
Her face lights up. “Hi, Brock.”
“This is Tully, my girlfriend.”
Her face falls as she glances between Brock and me.
“G-girlfriend?” she stammers.
Brock smiles and puts his arm around me, pulling me close. “That’s right.”
She can’t hide her horror, not that she’s even trying to. “Well, when did this happen?” she asks.
“A few months ago,” he replies casually.
Somehow, I don’t think Cindy is too happy with me dating her boss. “You never told me you have a girlfriend.”
He rolls his lips, and I can’t tell he’s annoyed at her tone. “Well, now you know.”
She glares at me, and Brock glares at her.
Jeez, awkward.
“I’m getting a drink,” she mutters before she disappears to the bar.
Brock’s hand drops to my behind, and I turn to him. “Really?”
He smirks, knowing exactly what I’m about to say.
“Your secretary has the hots for you?”
“Is it obvious?”
I widen my eyes. “Slightly.”
He runs his hand over my behind, bringing it up to rest on my hipbone. “She’s always been int
o me.”
I frown.
He bends and kisses me softly. “Jealous?”
“Pft,” I scoff. “No.” I sip my drink and my eyes roam over to Cindy at the bar. She is gorgeous… and young.
“Have you slept with her?” I ask.
“Fuck, no.” He winces.
I sip my drink, annoyed with myself for even asking.
“You have nothing to worry about there, Pocket.”
“I shouldn’t have anything to worry about anywhere, Brock.”
He chuckles. “That, too.”
I sip my drink slowly, but I really want to tip my head back and pour it down my throat.
Is he a player?
An attractive brunette walks up the stairs, and one of the boy’s wolf whistles. She giggles and comes over to kiss him, and then she begins talking to everyone else in the group.
She sees Brock and me, and she smiles before she walks over to us. “Hi, I’m Emily.”
“Hi.” I smile, grateful to see a friendly female. “I’m Tully.”
She bends and kisses me on the cheek. “Hello, Tully. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Hmm, she says that like she’s heard of me before. Brock sits on a stool behind us, and two of his friends come over to sit with him.
“So, you are dating one of the guys?” I ask her to try and make conversation.
Brock’s hand comes up around my thigh from behind, and he runs it up my leg, underneath my dress as he talks. His thumb brushes back and forth over the lips of my sex through my panties as he talks. I think he’s unaware that he’s even doing it.
“Yeah, I’m going out with big John.” She points to a guy on the other side of the group who is sitting down.
“Big John?” I frown.
She giggles. “He’s six-foot seven.”
My eyes widen, and she then leans in and whispers, “He’s big in all places.”
I laugh softly. I like this girl already.
“What are you drinking?” she asks.
“Just a sauv blanc.”
“Oh.” She grimaces. “That stuff will kill a dog.”
I nod, scowling at my drink. “I know, right?”
“Fuck that. Let’s go and get some cocktails.”
Six hours later
I have three new best friends, and their names are Emily, Freya, and Monika. They’re going out with some of Brock’s friends and have each gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable. We have been drinking anything and everything. It’s amazing how much women can bond over alcohol. I could be best friends with anyone after a couple of rounds. To be honest, I’ve hardly seen Brock all night but I’ve watched him with the boys. He’s definitely the leader of the group. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does everyone hangs off of his every word. Ben left at nine. He had to get home to his pregnant wife. I think he’s my favourite out of all the friends Brock has. He’s so dry, and he has this I don’t give a fuck attitude about him. The club is packed to the rafters because there is a band playing. It’s getting loud, hot, and sweaty.
Cindy is on the dance floor, dancing for the group of boys as if she’s some kind of stripper. They’re all pretending not to look, but I can see them all casually glancing over and pretending not to see her. I stand and watch her for a moment.
“What’s with her?” I ask the girls.
Emily turns to see who I’m talking about, and then turns back to us, rolling her eyes. “She’s after your man, sweetie.”
“Who, Brock?” I frown. I was hoping she wanted any man, not just mine.
“She’s ridiculous,” Freya whispers.
“She’s obsessed with him.”
“Brock?” I repeat.
“Yep. You should see what she wears to these nights out and how she puts on a show for the guys, hoping that, one night, Brock will take her home. It’s actually a joke amongst the boys in the office. They all tease him about it.”
We all look over to watch as Cindy swings her hips down until she’s nearly at floor level before she snaps her whole body back up.
“Slut snaps?” I frown. Oh, please. What next? She’s so fourth grade.
The girls all burst out laughing.
I lean into the group. “Has he ever… you know?”
I feel a large hand snake around my waist from behind, and Brock pulls my body back to his.
“Hey.” He smiles as he kisses my cheek from behind.
The girls all begin talking.
“You having fun?” he asks, dropping his hand to my behind.
I smile and nod. “Now that you’re here, I am.”
He kisses me over my shoulder and then licks up my neck to my ear. “You’ll be coming on my face tonight, Pocket,” he whispers.
Goose bumps scatter up my arms. I casually reach behind me to cup his cock, and he kisses my lips in return.
“Are you wet?” he asks so only I can hear.
Our eyes are locked when I give my answer in the form of a single nod.
“You want to go soon?” I can tell he’s had as much to drink as I have.
“I want to come soon,” I whisper back to him.
His eyes darken. “You want to come here?”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
He grabs my behind and grinds me onto his hipbone as his tongue trails down my throat. “You want me to fuck you in this club?”
My eyes widen. “What?” I glance around.
“Because I can,” he whispers darkly, moving closer and kissing me aggressively. “I can fuck anywhere you want, baby. All you have to do is say the word.”
He takes me in his arms and kisses me as if we are alone. I can feel his erection in his pants.
“Jesus, Brock. Down, boy,” I whisper. “We’ll go in half an hour.”
His dark eyes hold mine, and then he licks his lips and disappears to the bar.
I turn back to the girls.
“Fucking hell.” Freya gasps. “Are you for real?”
My eyes widen. I forgot they were even here. “What?”
“You should have just fucked him in the club.” Emily laughs.
I cringe. “Oh, you heard that?” I put my hand over my face and laugh in embarrassment.
“Do you know how many women would kill to fuck him in a club?”
I crinkle my nose. “As long as it’s not his fucking secretary, I don’t care.”
“He hasn’t gone there,” Monika says, and we all look back to the dance floor to see Cindy dancing sexily.
“But she would jump at the chance. Don’t trust that little skank as far as you can throw her,” Freya adds.
I feel big hands snake around my hips from behind, and I see Freya’s face fall. I turn and get a fright. Is not Brock. It’s another man.
“Oh.” I pull out of his grip. “Don’t do that,” I say.
“Hey, baby,” he slurs. “Come back here, I want a little fun.” He grabs me again and pulls me towards him.
“Don’t touch her!” Monika snaps, pushing against him.
“Fuck off.” He growls. God, he’s really drunk.
He leans in and tries to kiss me, but I push him back. “Don’t!” I snap.
“Go away!” Freya yells at him.
He grabs me again and pulls me onto him. Oh, God, he’s hard. I struggle to get out of his arms.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear Brock growl.
Oh no.
“Whatever I fucking want, cunt,” the man answers roughly, and he pushes Brock back.
Brock glares at him. “Tully, go to the bathroom.”
“B-Brock,” I stammer. “Let’s go.”
“Move!” he yells and pushes me out of the way just in time to miss the man who takes a swing at Brock. What the fuck?
I’m grabbed from behind and pulled out of the way just in time to see Brock land a punch to this man’s jaw.
“Stop it!” I cry.
I fight to break free from Jesten’s grip. The man takes another swing at Brock and Br
ock punches him back. The next minute, it has turned into a full-on fist fight with men running in from everywhere. Both the man’s friends and Brock’s friends are involved in it. There are twelve men in this fight, and the noise forces the band to stop playing as the bar’s security run in to try and break it up.
A table is tipped over and glasses smash everywhere. I see Brock on top of this man on the ground beating the hell out of him. He’s completely lost control.
I put my hands over my face in horror. “Stop!” I scream. Brock punches him again and again. He’s going to fucking kill him.
“Brock, stop it!” I cry.
But he doesn’t, and a second later another of the man’s friends runs over and kicks Brock as hard as he can in the stomach. Brock falls to the ground, and then Jesten goes crazy, finally letting me go. He dives on the man who just kicked Brock. It starts again.
I put my hands over my eyes.
What the fuck is going on?
When I look up again, I see Brock getting up. The look on his face is murderous, and I have to scrunch up my face as the tears begin to fall.
I can’t watch this. I can’t watch him be like this.
He’s a fucking animal.
So I turn, and I run.
Chapter 16
I run down the stairs as quickly as I can, my heart racing in my chest. The brighter lights have all been turned on as the bouncers run up the stairs towards the fight.
I get a vision of how violent Brock was being, and I find myself wincing again. What the hell was that about? One minute he is whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and the next moment he turned into a total psychopath.
I can’t deal with this shit… or him. I need to get out of here. I take the stairs two at a time until I get to the ground floor. I burst out through the front doors. A cab is just dropping someone off, and without asking, I dive right into the back seat.
“Can you take me to Darlinghurst, please?”
“Of course.” The cab driver casually pulls out into the traffic. I turn in my seat to look at the Angel Hotel as it disappears into the distance before I turn back to face the road in front of us. My heart is beating so hard and fast in my chest. I see the look on Brock’s face, and I wipe my tears away as swiftly as I can. He was like a different person.