by C. A. Bell
He leant across the table, ears pointing. “Go on.”
“She’s only bet me fifty grand that I can’t pull this particular bird before she can.”
His mouth fell open. “Get the fuck out.”
“I swear to God, mate.”
“A fifty grand bet against a bloke who’s irresistible? Is she mental?”
“Yes.” I laughed. “But, she’s pretty irresistible herself.”
“How the hell did that even come about?”
“Well… I was at this bar the other night, same bar we were in when I met Brooke. Anyway, there I was making my move on this hot as fuck woman, about to slide right on in, and boom! Brooke comes over, knows the woman, sits with us, and starts coming on to her right in front of me.”
“That’s kind of hot.”
“Yeah, it was, but anyway, the hot piece had to leave early, so I sat with Brooke and she was giving it all large about how she didn’t mean to come and step on my toes and she was sorry she took my piece of skirt away. I was like, hold up there, baby. You did not take a woman from Max Harper.”
“Amen to that.”
I grinned. “Then we get into this cock fight and she says, ‘I bet you ten grand I bed her before you do’.”
His mouth fell open again, this time with his eyelids. “Never.”
“Oh yeah. I told her to make it fifty and she had a deal.”
“Wow, that is bonkers.”
“But get this. To prove I’ve won the bet, I have to take a picture.”
“Of what.”
“The woman in question, bent over with my dick inside her.”
“Oh, that’s great. And what about her? Did you say she had to take one with her tongue against her arse or something if she won?”
“What do you mean if she won? She isn’t gonna win. But no, she has to take the same shot.” I winked.
He pulled a thoughtful face, and then it hit him. “Holy fuck. That is great. You have all the best fucked up fun.”
“I know.”
“What can I get you?” I looked up to see a stunning young woman in a white shirt with her long blonde fringe clipped to the side.
“I’ll have a scotch on the rocks and your goats cheese and avocado salad with loads of ham, please.”
She penned it down in her little black pad. “Sure.”
“I’ll have a Scotch, too, please, no ice for me. And…” James ran his finger down the list of lunches, “…the seared scallops and creamy mash.”
“Nice choice.” She reached over and took our menus, leaving a subtle aroma of fruity perfume in her breeze.
I watched her walk away.
“I really can’t take you anywhere, can I?”
“What?”
“You’re eyeing up the waitress now?”
“So? She’s cute.”
“Thought you only went for high-class women with polished shoes.”
“I do. But I don’t mind a bit of rough now and then.”
He shook his head. “And you call me insulting.”
“What?”
“Calling her rough because she’s a waitress.”
“Yeah, yeah. Enough about women. What do you know about this game next Saturday?”
“Okay.” He leant back in his chair. “There are seven players, including you. Some big names on the list, too.”
“Hit me.”
“Alright, so there’s you, Oliver Hawkins, CEO of some computer software company, Peter Goodwin, a friend of Oliver’s who somehow happened to blag his way into the game from what I can tell. No one’s ever heard of him. Then you’ve got Patrick Banks and Taylor Adams.” He looked up at me. “You know them.”
I did. They were there the first night I met James. The night he lost a fortune and tried to get it on with the Venus de Milo knock off.
“Who else?” I asked, not wanting to linger on their names and bring back sore memories for him.
“Then you’ve got Lennox Grant and—”
“Lennox Grant?” My eyes widened.
“Yeah.”
“The Lennox Grant that’s been splashed all over the tabloids lately?”
“Yeah, that’s him. Why? Do you know him?”
I shook my head. “No. Just know of him.”
“Well, you’ve got him and his little sidekick, Joseph Denman. Apparently the pair never play without one another. They bring each other luck or some gay shit like that.”
The waitress placed our drinks in front of us and we both thanked her.
Taking a sip, I pondered. Could this be my ticket to info on Jasmine? If my call to her office failed to work, maybe I’d see if I could get something out of her ex.
Narcissistic Verbal Diarrhoea
Brooke Knight
I sat alone at the bar swirling my sixth G&T around in the glass before taking another gulp. I’d had the shittiest day. I’d just spent the entire day staring at my computer screen, wanting to scream, and imagining kicking Lennox so hard in the balls his eyes popped out of his head. I’d done hardly any work all day, and that never happened. I wasn’t going to bother coming to the bar tonight. Playing games with Max Harper was the last thing on my mind, but my inner demons pulled me in. I couldn’t not come. It was a Friday—party night.
“Hey,” a male voice said, close to my ear.
I instantly spun around to look at him, the gin causing my vision to sway slightly. “Hi.”
He leant against the bar. “Can I get you a drink?”
I really wasn’t in the mood, so I held my almost empty glass up. “Got one, thanks.”
He raised his head, taking the somewhat unsubtle hint, and moved away, leaving me to wallow by myself.
“Tender,” I hollered over the louder than usual jazzy music. He looked my way. “Another one in there, please.” I pointed to my glass.
He strode over. “Sure.” His tone oozed annoyance.
“Hey.”
He ignored me.
“Hey,” I voiced, louder.
He twisted slowly and faced me as he brought his eyes back down from their roll.
“Customer service, mate. Now, smile.” I grinned wide, showing him what I meant.
He shook his head then turned away.
“Right, you little shit.” I stood up, preparing myself to march down there, grab the little scrot by the scruff and teach him a lesson.
A hand rested heavily on my shoulder. “Ah, ah.”
I looked up. “Jesus, are you stalking me or something?”
“I was about to ask you the same question.”
“Bugger off, Max. I’m not in the mood for a cock fight tonight.”
He rose an eyebrow. “That’s not what I’m hearing, or seeing.”
“Well, not with you.”
“Sit down.” He pushed me gently back down onto my seat and took the stool beside me.
The tender placed my drink down.
“Six pounds twenty.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, ready to bark.
“Here.” Max handed over a note and the guy disappeared before I had a chance to lay into him again about customer service.
I picked up my G&T and drank half the contents.
“My, my, we have had a hard day, haven’t we?”
“And what would you know about that?”
He shook his head then took a sip from his autumn coloured liquid.
I felt bad. He was only trying to stop me from making a tit of myself. I tried to make amends. “Thank you for the drink.”
“You’re welcome.” He kept his eyes forward.
I huffed. “Max?”
“Mhm?”
“Thank you,” I said again, this time with a softer tone.
He turned and smiled, holding his hand out to the waiter for his change. “You’re welcome.”
“So, what brings you here tonight?” I joked.
“Same thing that brings your fine frame here.”
My eyes fell from his, down his jawline, and on to his broad shoul
ders. I wanted him. He was almost becoming familiar to me, and I liked it, but I was stubborn and fighting any real emotion I might have had for him. I didn’t love him or anything soft like that, but I would quite happily have had a friends with benefits kind of relationship with him, so long as that was all it was. I just knew I wouldn’t be able to do the whole drinks and socialising thing with him. He aggravated me too much. If he kept his mouth shut and just fucked me like he had before, I’d be one happy lady.
I forced my eyes back up to his face. He was grinning.
“What?”
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
“Sure.”
“Well, if you must know, I was looking at your suit. Wondering who made it,” I lied.
“Armani, same as my underwear.”
I tried to hold back my giggle but I couldn’t. “Smooth.”
His left cheek rose as he produced a sexy half-smile. “You’d know.”
Flashbacks of his smooth groin and balls in my face invaded my mind. “So I would.”
“And you approve? Or do you like your men hairy?” he asked, bringing his glass up to his mouth.
“I like them smooth. Saves choking on a pube or getting it stuck between your teeth,” I said, the alcohol I’d consumed taking over and pushing naughtiness through my lips.
He choked on his drink with a laugh. “This is true.” He coughed.
“Mhm. Or those hairs that get stuck too far down your throat so you can’t reach them. And no matter how much or what you drink, it just doesn’t shift it. You know the ones?”
He chuckled. “I do.”
“I once had a friend who told me she’d been going down on some guy with really long hair. Like caveman kinda length. And afterwards she had this horrible, uncomfortable feeling in her throat. So, she went to the doctors scared she might have caught something. Turned out one of his pubes had wrapped itself around her uvula.”
“Oh God. That’s gross.”
“Mhm. Brings a whole new meaning to the saying tickling your tonsils, don’t it?”
He laughed a ‘yes’ then held eye contact with me for a moment or two before turning his attention away.
It was obvious he wanted me, too. We may have hated one another’s personalities, but there was no mistaking the sexual chemistry we had together. Individually, we were incredible shags, but together, we fucked like pros. It was a no brainer that we would have to bang again, no matter how much we disliked each other.
“Still confident that you are going to win this bet?” I asked, trying to break the intense atmosphere.
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re still deluding yourself. But, if you do get there before me, I’m pretty sure you won’t get that picture. Within ten minutes she’ll be out of there.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“Because she won’t be as polite as me and put up with having to put out for such a clumsy shag,” I teased.
“A clumsy shag? Oh, now you are asking for it.”
“For what?”
“A smacked bottom. You know damn well I’m the best you’ve had.”
I rolled my eyes. If it weren’t for his oversized ego, he’d have been almost faultless. “You wish.”
“Well then, pray tell what was so bad and where I went wrong.”
“I’d rather show you.”
Oh fuck. Did I really just say that out loud?
His brows shot up his forehead. “I knew you wanted me again.”
“Ugh. Why do you have to be such a cock? You can forget it now.”
“What? Why? Oh shit. Were you serious?”
“Yeah, I was actually. But you had to go and open your mouth and spoil it.”
“Spoil what?”
“Spoil the fact that we could have just got out of here and had great sex. But no, you had to go and ruin it with your narcissistic verbal diarrhoea.”
“Okay. Do it again.”
“Do what again?”
“Ask me again.”
“I didn’t ask you in the first place.”
“Stop being such a stubborn beautiful woman and say it.”
I breathed out heavily and contemplated my next sentence before grabbing my drink, downing what was left, and saying, “Max, let’s get out of here and fuck.”
****
He fumbled with the key behind me while our tongues attacked one another. The entire taxi ride to his had been one massive snogathon. I felt kind of bad for the poor driver sat there, probably with a boner, but hell, this was Friday night in the big city. He was bound to have seen and dealt with worse.
He finally managed to get the door unlocked and we drunkenly stumbled in, already undressing each other, hands and tongues all over the place. I finished unbuttoning his shirt, then ran my fingertips along the grooves of his six-pack. God he was hot to look at. Even without much light, just the glow from the orange streetlamps outside, you could see he was buff as fuck. He ripped his shirt down his arms and threw it on the floor in a hurry. I smiled and ran my tongue over my lips then unbuckled his belt and swiped it from his trousers. The sound it created as I whipped it off made the whole scenario seem even more hurried and sexy. He tugged my dress up and I lifted my arms to aid him in a smooth removal. He threw it on the floor next to his shirt then went straight for my bra clasp with one hand, undoing it within two seconds. I slipped it off and chucked it across the room before undoing his trousers and pulling them down along with his boxer shorts. His cock bounced, beckoning me to take it in my mouth, but I couldn’t. I needed him inside me. I needed him to hit my core until my eyes rolled to the back of my head in bliss. I spun around and slapped my palms against the wall as I arched my back and stuck my arse out to him.
“You have the most stunning arse.” He smacked it, creating a slap that echoed through the dark room.
I wiggled it at him teasingly. “Thank you.”
Grabbing both cheeks he sunk his fingertips in as he squeezed, then let go and slapped the other cheek.
Something brushed against my leg, and when I looked over my shoulder, he was on his knees, his hands back on my arse, spreading my cheeks apart. I tensed as he moved forward and placed his tongue against my perineum before licking up to my arsehole where he circled lightly. My core clenched. The sensation he was creating was driving my mind and body wild. I wanted him to just fuck me, but I wanted him to take his time as well. His tongue snaked down to my pussy, and he stroked back and forth over my entrance, then dived in, tongue straining, trying to create a stiff form. I pushed back against his face, wanting to feel him deeper. He nuzzled in, shaking his head side to side against my arse, trying to reach up as far as he could. He thrust his tongue in and out, in and out. My thighs became wet with a mixture of my own excitement and his saliva.
“Oh God.” I arched my back until my muscles burnt, and widened my legs as I continued to push back against him.
After a few more seconds, he pulled away, gasping for air.
“Holy fuck,” he panted.
I spun around as he rose to his feet.
“Just fuck me,” I said, inches from his lips.
He moved in and kissed me hard on the mouth as he gripped my waist in his huge hands and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked my feet together at the back as I threw my arms around his neck. He started to walk, lips still on mine. My stomach somersaulted and my head spun as he lay me down, his weight crushing me. He was unable to move due to my limbs locking him in place, and I didn’t want him to. I just wanted him to stay right there and penetrate the shit out of me.
He withdrew from our kiss. “Two seconds.”
I hesitantly released him from my grasp and squinted as I tried to focus on his shadowy frame walking across the room. The gin had well and truly kicked in tonight. My vision was still a little giddy and my brain was still floating around like a boat on the sea.
The tearing of a foil packet saw me shifting ag
ainst the sofa and slipping off my thong. He came back, shaft already protected, then settled between my thighs and pushed straight inside me.
“Fuck.” I arched my back as he slid in and out slowly, hitting my core with every inward movement.
He lowered himself down on his strong arms and kissed my neck. I murmured in approval and twisted my head to expose more skin. He kissed, licked and nibbled his way up to my ear before sucking my lobe into his mouth quickly then releasing it. He moved for my mouth, pushing his tongue in and making me taste my own sweetness.
I ran my nails down his back to his arse then gripped and pulled him in harder on his next thrust. He hit me deep and we both grunted.
“Is that what I did wrong last time, eh?”
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t fuck you hard enough?” He thrust, causing my stomach to tighten.
“Oh fuck.”
“Oh fuck, indeed, Miss Knight. You want to feel it in the morning, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Well, you’re going to. At least until the beginning of next week.”
He shuffled slightly against the sofa then pounded his hips against my thighs, hitting me deeper than before. I moaned loudly. He did it again, and again, and again, until we were both fucking furiously against one another, desperately trying to reach our peak.
He slipped his hand under my slick back and lifted me with one arm until I was practically balancing on his cock.
“Do it,” he panted. “Ride me until you come.”
I pushed him to a seated position, his cock inside me the whole time, then gripped the back of the sofa with both hands and began to rock back and forth, picking up speed with every movement until I was giving it my all and sending my head into an even bigger spin than it was already. He gripped my waist and helped maintain the rhythm. My stomach was aching and my womb felt bruised, but I didn’t care. I asked for it. It was what I wanted, what I needed. After numerous lovers and many dirty nights, nothing seemed to excite me much anymore. I’d done it all… lots. The only thing left for me now was to find that fuck that left my legs numb and my body trembling. And Max Harper was well on his way to doing that.
“Fuck.” He growled. “Tell me you’re close because I’m about to blow your fucking sexy head off your shoulders.”