I pulled out of the parking lot at five-thirty. I needed to go home and change before heading to the bar. I settled on a cute red halter top with a simple pair of dressy black shorts and red heels. I pulled my hair into a loose side ponytail. I was going for sexy casual. I think this outfit pulled it off perfectly.
I arrived at the bar fifteen minutes early and ordered a gin and tonic. I glanced at my watch every few minutes as I waited for Devon to arrive. So far in ten minutes, I had to dodge two male encounters. One who looked like he could work at the local library and the other an older man who could be my grandfather. However, I did not refuse the two drinks that were sent my way. I guzzled them down to help with my nerves. What Damien said had gotten under my skin and I couldn't help but to think that was what he intended.
Devon walked in and wow... he was hot. Dressed in jeans and a black button down shirt and boots, he looked country and bad boy all rolled into one delectable package. He smiled as he made his way over to the table.
“Mmm. You look gorgeous as always.”
“Thank You. You don't look half bad yourself.”
“I see you got a head start,” he nodded to the near empty drink in front of me.
“Yeah,” I blushed.
“What are you drinking? I will go order us a round of drinks.”
“Oh, a gin and tonic would be great.” I was either already feeling the effects of the liquor or I was feeling the effects of Devon being so close. Either way, I could feel the heat radiating from my face.
Devon returned with our drinks and we became engrossed in conversation. Devon explained that he was originally from New Orleans and had relocated here a year ago. Two years ago, his wife filed for divorce, leaving him to pick up the pieces of his life. He now lived in the Addison area with a roommate while he was working on getting his own place lined up. We talked for several hours about our childhoods, growing up, and what we were looking for in life.
“So, tell me Summer, what are you looking for exactly?” The question caught me off guard.
“Well, right now I am trying to get settled in. Trying to get these feet used to being back on Texas soil. I don't really have any expectations as far as dating. I just want to have a good time, and in the future, I would like to be able to find someone to settle down with. As you probably saw the other night, sometimes I can be a handful.”
“I like the passion and fire in you. When you talk, you are confident. Sexy without being slutty. You command attention and demand respect. You, Summer Montgomery, are unlike any of the other women I have known.” He leaned in as his hand slid down the spine of my back, tracing it slowly and teasingly. His lips met mine and his kiss was demanding, urgent and dominating. He had taken full control and was trying to ply me into submission.
I broke away from the kiss a little taken back. There was something different in this kiss and I could not quite put my finger on it.
“I'll go order us some drinks,” I excused myself from the table and went to the bar. While I waited on the bartender to return with our drinks, I allowed my eyes to roam across the bar. There was a band setting up on the stage. Most of the tables in the bar were now filled up. The small dimly lit dance floor was busy with a swarm of people and there, in the back corner of the bar, in direct eyesight of our table, was Damien. He was making out with some random brunette.
As if he could sense someone invading their moment, he looked across the bar and caught me staring directly at them. My face went ten shades of red. Out of all the bars in this city, what were the chances that he just happened to be in the bar that I was at with Devon? The nerve of him. I was both embarrassed and pissed. So I did something drastic.
I returned to our table and waited for Devon to finish his beer. In the meantime, I slid my hand under the table and placed it on his thigh. His eyes locked with mine as I began to rub his thigh, each stroke leading my fingers closer to his cock. His eyes blazed with desire.
“How about we get out of here and go back to my place?” I glance over at Devon as I ask him with more directness than I intended.
“Of course, I was just thinking the same thing.” Devon took care of the tab at the bar. I watched smugly as Damien looked on in shock. Devon brazenly wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply right there in the middle of the bar. He took my hand and we walked out of the bar leaving Damien fuming. I was not going to sleep with Devon but I didn't mind letting Damien think whatever the fuck he wanted to think.
The ride home was fueled with nervous sexual energy. Devon caressed my thighs with his hand until my panties were drenched. He was forward in letting me know he was dying to know what I would look like riding his face. He was one hell of a dirty talker. I think there was a time he actually made me blush with his directness. The car ride seemed to drag by and when we finally made it to my place there wasn't anything left to say.
As soon as the front door of my house was closed behind us, Devon pinned me against the wall.
“Whoa! How about we have a drink and a little conversation? We don't have to rush anything,” I say as I make my way out of his grasp. I mean I was worked up myself but he was a little rougher than I was used to. It put me off just a little bit and I needed him to slow things down just a bit. I duck into the kitchen and pour us a drink and try to calm my nerves before returning to the living room.
“Well, you seemed eager at the club and even on the ride home. What's changed?” The irritation in his voice does not escape me.
“I mean, we should take our time. Get to know one another a little better,” I say coyly. Shit. His temper is starting to show and Damien's warning rings loud in my ear.
“Don't play games with me Summer. You and Damien can dance around the fact that you both want to fuck all you want, but playing with me is a whole lot different than the shit you play with Damien. Now get your ass over here and finish what you started,” He grabs my hands and pushes me up against the wall.
With my hands pinned together above my head by one of his hands, he unbuttons my shorts with the other hand. His fingers slide under the rim of my panties finding their way to my center. His thumb begins to swirl in slow circles over my throbbing clit. His fingers slowly spread my lips apart as he begins to finger me.
“You are so fucking wet for me. I need to taste you,” his breath is deep and jagged.
He slides my panties down as I step out of them. His lips map their way up my legs, trailing kisses along the way. His fingers slide up the back of my thighs to grip my ass firmly, spreading my cheeks apart. The tip of his tongue locates my core as he makes love to me with his mouth.
“Oh Fuck! Oh God! Do not stop!” I am breathless and my orgasm is right there on the edge of exploding. “Please, more...”
Devon picks me up and hikes me onto his shoulders, burying his face in the apex at my thighs. Right there against the wall, he slides his tongue inside of me. Devon was fucking me with his mouth. His tongue going in and out while torturing and teasing me.
“Ask me for permission to cum.” His pace is picking up. He spreads my lips apart and nibbles on my pulsing clit. Flicking his tongue back and forth at a steady rhythm.
“Please... Please can I cum?” I am about to explode.
“May I? Say may I cum please,” Devon demands in a harsh tone.
His fingers probe me, applying pressure to my g-spot as he continues to suck with a firm pressure at my clit. My vision begins to blur and I start to feel the peak of my orgasm.
“May I please cum?” I beg. His fingers start to work me fast and hard, his mouth greedy for my orgasm.
“Cum now. Cum right fucking now. Let me taste all of you.”
I explode. My orgasm is fierce, rippling through me, as I clamp my shaking legs down around his shoulders and buck into him, riding his face. Devon opens his mouth as I begin to cum and he drinks in all of me until the final contractions have subsided.
“Fuck. You taste so amazing. I want to feel you. I want to be inside of you.”
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br /> Devon carries me over to the edge of the couch and flips me off of his shoulders.
“Wait. Let's just stop there for tonight. I am not having sex with you.” I say as I struggle to put some space between us. This was moving way too fast for me. I never intended to let it get this far.
He backs me up against the couch and turns me around. He bends me over the edge of the couch. Just as he is about to slide his rock hard cock inside of me, I turn around in protest again.
"Sorry, big boy. We will have to save that for another time. It's getting late and I have to get to bed. I've got work early in the morning." He has to be kidding. Does he really think it will be that fucking easy to get his cock between these thighs? Oh these boys. They have so many lessons to learn.
The disappointment on his face subsided and was replaced with annoying frustration. Oh my God. He is such a boy. God forbid they have to actually work for it. I think it pissed me off that he just assumes I am like every other woman he has fucked. In my world, men will have to play by my rules. And I have every intention of playing the game as if I have already won it.
"Wow. Are you really one of those women?" He shook his head as he rolled his eyes. I could see his body was tense with anger and I did not have the energy to cater to his bruised fucking ego.
"By one of those women, I am going to assume that you mean those that don't sleep with a man on the first date. The kind that actually have respect for themselves. Yeah definitely. I am one of those women." Asshole.
"Well, I damn sure did not see you objecting to me devouring your pussy," He says incredulously.
"You are so right. Would you ever turn down a blow job? I don't think so. But thank you. You have a hell of a tongue on you. As I said, it's time for you to leave." I open the door, my body still feeling the effects of the orgasm.
Devon grabs me by the arm and thrusts me up against the wall as he slams the door shut.
“Oh, I am not leaving like this. You are not going to play me like I am a puppet on your fucking strings,” he jerks my clothes down and spins me around against the wall.
I struggle to get out of his grasp.
“Really, is this how you get women? Are you going to take it? Rape me? That's a real fucking man right there.” My heart is racing. I am actually scared as I wait for him to respond. All it takes is his slight pause before I whirl around and deck him in his fucking mouth. He stumbles back as a slew of curse words assault me.
“You little bitch. You are going to regret this.”
“Get the fuck out and don't come back! If I were you, I would pray that I somehow decide against telling Damien about this.”
“Fuck you, whore! You will get what's coming to you. I promise you that you little fucking cock tease.”
After he walks out, I start to close the door behind him. His hand catches the door and holds it open. He stares at me for a few moments, everything he really wants to say to me crossing his face. He is pissed.
"This isn't over. You owe me."
"Actually, Devon, It is over. I don't owe you a damn thing. Now please, leave like a man with your pride still intact. Let's not do this."
I slam the door in his face. Holy Shit! That was intense.
Chapter Eight
Damien
"So yeah, I brought her to my place last night. As soon as we get there, this chick can't get my dick in her mouth fast enough. She definitely needs a few lessons but I am not complaining," I am in the middle of telling Cash and the guys about last night when Summer walks through the door to the shop.
"Oh, don't stop on my account. By all means continue. I want to know if it was mind blowing." Summer cocks her eyebrow and places her hand on her hip. She is planted right there at the counter waiting on me to finish my story. Cash, Zane, Trystan and Kimo all look from me to Summer and back to me. This place is going to turn into a fucking circus.
"Um...well anyways...I...umm. Let's get back to work guys." I am finished with this conversation. There is no way in hell this woman is going to pull me into talking about last night's head job. She cocks her head at me and smiles. I know that glint.
"Well, where's Devon this morning?" She asks as she glances over to his station. Her eyes searching the back area of the shop as if she half expects him to come walking up to the front. There is something different in her eyes but I let it go. I know she is trying her best to bait me into asking her about last night but I was not falling for it.
"He called in today. I will need you to reschedule all of his appointments for today if you don't mind." I tilt my head and look at her curiously. That pretty little head is thinking hard and the concentration shows on her face.
"Sure. Just wonder why he called in. I mean, he seemed fine last night when he was giving me the best fucking head I have ever had in my life." Her eyes slide over to mine as she feigned shock. "Did I say that out loud?" Her smile is one of pure defiance. She did that shit on purpose.
My blood is fucking boiling. The thought of Devon's mouth on her is infuriating. That mother fucker. Cash punched me in my arm.
"Well, of course it was the best you ever had, because you haven't had my mouth between those thighs. If you ever want to find out what it feels like to have a pro, you know where to find me."
She laughs... and laughs... and laughs.
"Oh Damien, Damien, Damien. Baby, you are the little leagues and I only play in the majors."
SILENCE.
No one utters a single word. You can hear a pin drop as all eyes move from Summer to me.
My fist closes tight at my side. My vein in my forehead begins to throb so hard I can almost feel the pulsing in my ears. Right there in front of all the guys, Summer has scored yet another point and fuck if she is going to get away unscathed. She is out for blood and I am going to hand her some. Her own on a silver fucking platter. This woman is about to get served.
It happened so fast. I grab Summer by the arm and drag her to the back of the shop. I whirl around and slam the back office door shut.
"Is this how you are playing it?" My fucking cock is so fucking hard for this woman who challenges me so boldly. I need to shove my dick inside of her until she screams forfeit.
"Hey, two can play this game right? Now don't go getting upset. All's fair in love and war remember? I do believe I recall you telling me that," She tilts her head to the side as her eyes roam my body, stopping on my fucking erection. If she wants to raise the ante, she better damn well have it in her to cover her bet.
I unzip her jeans and slide them to the floor. I lay her down across the desk as she looks at me with confusion in her clouded and lust filled eyes. Every ounce of resistance has left her body as I whisper in her ear exactly what I was going to do. This is what she has wanted. She has taunted me, teased me, and provoked me, all for this. She wanted to push me and here I was fucking standing on the ledge. But I am about to take back the lead. I am the master and I will be damned if some female is going to make me submit.
I spread her shaking legs open as her hands fumble their way into my hair. Her fingers clench and pull frantically at my head almost desperate.
"Is this what you want?" My voice a whisper. My fucking cock is so hard it hurts like a son of a bitch. Her pussy is absolutely mesmerizing in all of its beauty. Her lips are perfectly pink and wet. She is ready for me.
"Yes," she breathes as her fingers pull harder at my head.
"Yes, what? Tell me. I want to hear you beg for it." My mouth inches closer to that sweet flesh nestled between her thighs.
"Please. Oh God, Damien Please!!" She begs as she bucks her hips and arches her back into me, demanding to feel my mouth.
I slowly lick a single circle around her perfectly swollen clit and stop. I lower her quivering legs back down onto the floor. Her breathing is quickened and her moans of need betray her yet again. I begin to trail kisses up her body slowly until I reach her ear. I inch in closer to her and begin to whisper in her ear.
"It won't be that easy," I s
ay before walking away. I stop at the doorway and glance back at her furious expression and smile smugly. I return to the front of the shop, leaving her there breathless and very pissed off.
By the time Summer returns from the back office her face is flushed and her ears are beet red. If looks could kill, I would be one dead son of a bitch. The guys take one look at her and they all swivel their chairs around so that their backs are facing her.
Summer begins slamming cabinets and mumbling under her breath. Every now and then I look up to see her staring daggers at me. I can't help but laugh. She asked for this. Begged for it and I am all too happy to oblige.
I cannot get the taste of her out of my mind. In trying to get one over on her, I have slowly begun to punish myself. Her ocean breeze scent mixed with a hint of musk, lingers in my nostrils. Seeing her spread out and open for me on that desk was the most breathtaking thing I have ever seen. The image is permanently imprinted on my brain. Hearing her say my name, beg for me, was complete and utter torture to my soul. In that moment, I almost couldn't pull away. I wanted to ravish her. I wanted to bathe in the pure essence of her.
I really need to get a fucking grip and keep my head in the game. This is the part where champions are made. I have to stay on my toes and not let her get under my skin.
***
The rest of the day moves by a little too quick for my liking. Summer has been avoiding me all day. I gave her more than enough time to deal with this but this cold shoulder shit was getting ridiculous at this point. I head to the back room.
“Summer, can I see you for a few minutes please?” Summer looks up from the front counter and shakes her head no. I knew it would be a cold day in hell before she came to the back with me willingly.
“This is work related. I need to see you please.” Fuck that. If she wanted to be a bad bitch, she needed to be one. If she can't handle it, she should not dish the shit out.
Summer makes her way to the back, still pissed off. Fuck me! She is even more gorgeous when she looks at me like that. The fire in her eyes scorches my empty fucking heart.
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