by Anthology
He bobble heads a few times, seemingly accepting of what I have asked of him. Then he finds his voice again. “Thanks, boss. So, who’s going to man the bar?”
Shit. Fucking Logan.
“I can not believe I let you drag me here again,” Violet complains the second we walk through the door of the club.
A fine-ass black, shirtless dude with ripped abs and a tight ass walks us to our table. A few of Violet’s friends are already here waiting for us.
“Ugh,” Daisy groans. “Take a damn penis straw and suck it up, Sista.”
I hand Violet a straw, unable to drag my eyes away from the beautiful ass in front of me.
I chomp my teeth at him, making a noise like I want to take a bite and the girls giggle, dragging my attention to them.
“Hey, Ladies! So, Miss Party Pooper over here…” I hook my thumb out and point to Violet over my shoulder. “…refuses to wear a tiara or sash, so we are just going to have to be extra vigilant in making sure all the men know who the bachelorette is.” I smile knowing this is killing Violet.
I know I’m right when I hear her moaning and groaning and grumbling behind me.
“Can’t we just all enjoy the evening? I don’t need any special attention,” she pleads. But she and I both know that’s not going to happen.
“Okay, Vi,” I placate her, lying through my teeth.
We all sit around the table chatting, sipping our girly drinks through penis straws, and enjoying all of the hot specimens passing by. My drink has been empty for a while, but instead of flagging down our server, I decide to get my next drink for myself.
As I make my way to the bar, I locate the bartender and head toward the end he is at. He is facing away from me, but damn, he has the most incredible back. I don’t think I’ve ever had that thought before, about a man’s back. He’s wearing a black tank top, like a wife beater but black, and his shoulders and triceps are completely bulging. Damn, he is ripped. There are tattoo sleeves cascading down both arms. I’m too far away and it’s too dark for me to make out what they are, but I can tell that they are all in black and gray, no color. I can’t see his ass because it’s being blocked by the bar. Dammit. There is no way in hell his front is going to be as hot as his back, I mumble to myself, just low enough so that nobody would be able to hear.
And then he turns around and my heart stops. Or leaps out of my chest. I don’t even know what it’s doing. I’m frozen. His arms from the front are even more impressive. It’s like I can see each striated muscle, and I want to lick them all. His dark cropped hair is just long enough to run my hands through, short on the sides and slicked back on top. His strong square jaw is dusted in a five o’clock shadow, my favorite. His full lips are fucking downright delicious, and I want to suck on his bottom one right now. His nose is just off straight, seemingly been broken before, and sexy as hell. And his eyes, although I can’t tell their color, are piercing right through me. I’m suddenly very wet and very turned on and very curious. I involuntarily lick my lips, thinking about all of the things I want to do to him, but unlike my usual confidence, I am still frozen in place. My poise is nowhere to be found, and I’ve lost my fucking mind. What the hell is he doing to me? I’m aggravated that a man can do that to me. Oh no, this will not do.
3
CHAPTER THREE
Never, in my thirty whatever years, has a woman captivated me in one glance. My body tightens when I see her lick her lips, and all I can do is imagine them wrapped around my cock. I’m entranced and I’m pissed. I’ll fix her drink then send her back to her table. She deserves to be treated like a lady. That’s what you get in my club. That, of course, doesn’t stop me from wanting to throw her on this bar and discovering what her pussy tastes like.
And then she sits. Fuck me. She’s now close enough to see and smell, and my senses are on overdrive. She is turned on; there is no doubt about that. Between her dilated pupils, her licking her lips, and the pheromones she’s giving off, she wants me. Shit. At least I can tell she doesn’t look like a strings girl and that pleases me immensely. Because I don’t do repeats. Ever.
“What can I get you, sexy?” I ask as nonchalantly as possible, but even I know I sound like a tool. What the fuck? I’ve got game.
Her face falls, and an eyebrow raises. She’s totally got my number. Motherfucker, this is going to be harder than I thought.
“A hot blooded,” she orders with a smirk. That drink is about 200 years old; there is no way she drinks that.
“Come on…”
“Rose,” she supplies.
I smile. Yeah, that fits.
“Cord,” I respond, offering my hand then taking it back. What the actual fuck is going on with me? Get your shit together, I chide myself. When have I ever tried to shake a chick’s hand?
“Come on Rosie, you don’t really want that,” I test.
“First, it’s Rose. And, uh, yeah I do! What, poor little Cord the bartender doesn’t know how to make a Hot Blooded?”
Oh, we’ve got a feisty one on our hands. I’ll bite.
“First,” I throw her checklist back at her, “there ain’t nothing little about Cord the bartender.” I grin at her, knowing that I’m just goading her. “And second, I don’t have any blood oranges behind the bar. So, pick again.”
She huffs, but I know she’s impressed.
“Fine,” she says like she’s doing me a favor, then rolls her eyes.
“Roll those eyes at me again, baby, and I’ll give you a reason to huff and puff. Now wipe that resting bitch off that beautiful face and tell me what I can get you to drink.”
“Rob Roy, lemon no cherry,” she answers, nothing more, nothing less.
I smile then wink. “See, was that so tough?”
“Fuck you,” she mumbles under her breath, but I heard it.
This back and forth has my cock hard as a rock and I would love to do nothing more than to take the feisty Rosie to my office and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name. And with absolutely nothing to lose, I deliver her drink then tell her the same thing.
Maybe I should’ve waited until she wasn’t taking a sip.
She chokes for just a second then gets her shit together. I have to be completely honest; the sound of her choking makes me want to shove my cock down her throat so I can hear it again. I’m disgusting.
“Wh…what did you just say?” she asks incredulously.
I lean forward so that we are face to face. I don’t want her to misunderstand anything I have to say to her.
“One time. One night. No strings.”
Her eyes light up like I’ve offered her the world. I shake my head. She’s not like any other woman I’ve ever met. Then again, I’ve never met a Rob Roy drinking, commitment adverse agreeing, fire breathing beauty. This is going to be interesting.
What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I doing? I berate myself. Violet would kill me if she saw. I can’t believe I just went off with a total stranger to have sex in his boss’ office. The owner, who is friends with Pike. But he’s a man who Pike speaks highly of. And good guys don’t hire serial killers to tend their bar, right? Right.
A calm washes over me. I’m an adult. This is my body, my choice. I can do whatever the hell I want. I can certainly do whomever I want. And this disgustingly hot man wants me. And I want him. So that’s that.
As I follow him to the office, I finally get a chance to take in all of him. That ass. Holy mother of fuck he has the ass. You know the one. It bubbles out perfectly but doesn’t jiggle. Totally firm, like he squats. A lot. Enough there for me to dig my nails into or take a freaking bite. I shake my head. He is the total package. The slickness between my legs increases and I want him. Hard core.
After we enter the office, he closes and locks the door then goes to sit down on a chaise in the corner. I just watch. Still a little on edge.
“You sure it’s okay for us to be in here?” I ask hesitantly.
He just nods, but that’s not enough reassura
nce for me. I cock my head to the side, telling him I need more.
He sighs. “Boss isn’t here. I’m the only one with the keys.”
I ‘whoop’ in my head but only nod in understanding then offer him a smile.
“Come here, Rosie,” he commands and my hackles rise. Who the hell does he think he is?
“Again, it’s Rose. And quit ordering me around like you own me,” I bite back, making sure he understands I don’t appreciate being spoken to like that.
He looks me dead in the eye, his jaw set tight, speaking very slowly and methodically.
“I’ll call you Rosie, if I want to call you Rosie. And if you don’t quit talking back, your ass is going to be the same color.”
I take a deep breath, my face no doubt turning red with anger. I squint my eyes at him deciding whether he is being serious or not, but he continues speaking before I completely evaluate the situation.
“Now be a good girl and walk your sweet ass over here and sit on my lap before I bend you over it.”
I laugh. Not with him because I think he is funny, but at him, because he doesn’t know what he has gotten himself in to. I’m not a shy wallflower willing to let anyone dominate me, especially a perfect stranger. I’ve had plenty of experience with men who think they are alpha, but then bend as soon as I show a little skin or touch their dumb stick. And I’m certainly not my sister, Violet, who has neither a backbone nor a voice to express herself.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I throw back at him and add a wink for good measure.
He chuckles then goes completely silent. Eerily silent. For a few seconds I am worried that he’s about to ask me to leave. As much as I hate being told what to do, I hate being dismissed and disregarded even more. I don’t take kindly to rejection.
“Last chance, Rosie. I don’t like to repeat myself. I don’t take kindly to being ignored.” He crooks his finger at me telling me for the last time to come to him.
My mind says fuck you for a split second, but my traitorous body starts to move on its own accord. As I involuntarily inch closer and closer toward him, I get this crazy sense that anything that happens tonight will change me. Forever. I’m scared to death yet extraordinarily excited at the same time.
He’s still sitting on the chaise, but I stop short of him, my knees barely touching his.
“Turn around,” he mutters.
Again, I pause. I need him to know I am doing this because I want to and not because he is ordering me to.
“Rosie…” he breathes, barely a whisper. But this time, I turn around before he has the chance to ask again.
I feel rather than see him stand behind me. There is less than a hair’s breath between us. The heat from his body sends chills down every inch of my exposed skin. He takes a half step forward which places his knee behind mine, opening me up to his liking. He leans down so that his face is next to mine, his breath tickling my cheek. I can hear his breathing hitch when I lean back a few centimeters, my full weight now leaning against him, my ass nestled into what I now know is a very large, very hard erection. If this isn’t a test of trust, I don’t know what is.
His right hand tightens on my right hip, and I’m positive I will have finger marks there in the morning. Being marked by a man usually pisses me off, but the thought of this man marking me gives me a little thrill. Plus, I love that just being this close to him is affecting him as much as he is affecting me.
I feel his left hand climb my back toward my neck. His deft fingers begin unzipping my favorite little black dress and my nerves increase tenfold. Again, I’ve had plenty of experience with men, I’m not innocent by a mile, but Cord is making me feel things I’ve never faced before. Things I’ve locked down and gave up on. And I can’t decide if I like it. The feelings I mean. The emotional feelings, I mean. Shit, I’m a fucking mess.
With his face still close to mine, he gives me my out. Take it or leave it. Shit or get off the pot.
“Last chance to walk, Rosie. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself once this cock tease of a thing you call a dress hits the floor.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, going completely against every fiber of my always-in-control being.
He removes his cheek from mine then takes a step back, the loss of his body heat disappointing. I don’t dare move, my hands still hanging by my side, as my dress slides off my shoulders to my hips, where it gets stuck. I feel him squat behind me, slipping his hands into my loosened dress, as it remains hanging precariously from my hips. I take a moment to thank god for my mother’s Puerto Rican roots and my lucky stars for bestowing a full shapely figure on me. Once my dress nears my feet, he taps each calf for me to lift, ridding me of the dress completely.
I feel Cord stand again behind me but he doesn’t approach me. Instead, he begins circling my body, which is completely on display save my sheer white bra, thong, and gold fuck-me heels. By the time he reaches my front, there are three glaring differences from when I last saw him, what feels like hours ago. First, his tank top has been magically shucked. When and where it happened, I have no idea. Second, his right nipple is pierced with a barbell going straight through it, and I want nothing more than to tug on it with my teeth. Third, and most importantly, he is standing in front of me unabashedly stroking his very hard dick through his pants. What scrap of panties I do have left on are now soaked and stuck to my pussy.
I try to look at his face. I try to look away. But I can’t. I’m mesmerized, and I don’t care.
“Fuck me,” Cord drones. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna come right here right now.”
I nibble on my lower lip, unable to speak.
“Rosie,” he bites.
I tear my eyes away from his cock. Damn, I want to suck on that.
“Mhmm,” is all I am able to offer.
“The devil’s hiding in angel’s clothing.” He chuckles wryly. “I knew that body was meant to sin, but sweetheart, you in all white, looking all innocent right now…” He shakes his head. “You’re killing me, woman, and I’m desperate enough for a piece of you to chance it.”
We just continue to stare, our eyes locked on each other’s.
He doesn’t say another word but continues to stroke himself. When I can’t stand another second, my hand drifts over to my soaked thong and I slip my fingers into the front. That must have jolted him out of his sex-hazed stupor.
“Turn around, bend over, and hold onto that chaise, gorgeous.”
I’m so turned on that I don’t even hesitate. He is on me within seconds of getting into position.
I feel his finger glide down my ass and through my soaking folds. I then feel my orgasm forming and am dying to come.
4
CHAPTER FOUR
“Please,” she begs and I don’t know how long I will last once I get inside of her sweet cunt.
She looks so fucking gorgeous in this position, but I can’t wait another second. As much as I need to taste her, my desire to be inside of her trumps it. I need in. Now.
“Fuck it! Get naked, but leave on the heels. Then get up on that desk. Sit on your ass and face away from me, Rosie,” I order, and this time she doesn’t hesitate at all. Well, she does, but only because I know she is trying to figure out what position I’m trying to get her in.
Within seconds, she’s in position, and I don’t waste another second shucking my pants and suiting up. Done. If you’re gonna tap it, you better wrap it. That one’s courtesy of my buddy, Pike. And why I’m thinking of him at a time like this is utterly ridiculous. I shake my head, back in the game.
“Keep your legs straight. That’s gonna be your only leverage. Get me?”
“I think so.” She nods, but sounds a little apprehensive.
I grab her hips and pull her back toward me until her ass is hanging over the edge of the desk.
“Whoa!” She flails her arms, her nerves getting the best of her.
“You gotta trust me for this to work. You trust me, baby?�
�� I ask, even though I know it’s kind of a shit thing to do. She’s known me less than an hour.
She chuckles wryly, probably thinking the same thing. “Surprisingly, yes, and that’s saying a lot for me.”
“That’s what I like to hear. I won’t let you regret it. Now keep your legs straight and let me do all the work.”
I pull her toward me a few more inches off the desk then place both of my hands under her ass, spreading her for me, so I have direct access to her center.
“Are you ready for me, beautiful?”
“Yes,” she moans in response. And the sound turns me up another notch. I have to tell you, I usually don’t bother with the before and after nonsense. No major prep, no cuddle time after. I get in, out, and on with my life. But right now? Shit. She’s making me want to break all of my rules.
“This isn’t going to be gentle, Rosie. I need to fuck you. Hard. Are you sure?” I ask one last time because once I slide in, I’m not stopping until we both reach home. At least once.
“Yes! Fuck me already, Cord!”
I ram my fucking hard cock into her soaked pussy and we both groan loudly. I don’t start out easy, I can’t this time.
“You okay?” I ask. I’m still a gentleman.
“I’m…it…oh my god!”
I chuckle at her inability to form coherent words.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
“Stop talking and fuck me, Cord!” she hollers at me. I guess she found her voice.
And so I do. I stroke in and out of her fast and hard, pummeling into her pussy. At this angle, I can get in so deep she can probably feel me hitting some organs.
She feels so fucking good. I try to think of anything nasty to try to delay my orgasm. Smelly old naked people, my dead childhood pet, a fat greasy plumber’s crack. Nothing works.
And then it happens. My fucking sex kitten tightens her kegels and suddenly has my cock on lockdown. My balls start to get heavy then tighten and I know I can’t hold on much longer. I feel like I’m holding my breath and I actually start to get light headed. She releases me and I’m able to breathe again. She’s fucking amazing.