by KB Winters
Jessie scoffed. “No, Cooper. Samantha, that’s her name, by the way. She wasn’t picking out wedding dresses or something, but I don’t think she signed up for a get in, get off, and get out kind of thing either.”
“Well, then I apologize that I didn’t make my intentions clearer,” I said. I raked a hand through my hair, trying to figure out how to get out of the conversation as quickly as possible.
“Cooper, she’s a really nice girl. You didn’t even give her a chance,” Jessie said, her voice sharp and disapproving.
“I’m sure she is, Jessie, but that’s not really what I’m looking for right now.”
“Obviously.” She paused, and the silence crackled between us over the phone line. “I would say take care of yourself, but clearly you’re already doing that. Goodbye, Cooper.”
With that, she hung up. I clicked off my side of the call and dropped the phone back into my pocket. Losing Jessie as an acquaintance wasn’t much of a loss, but her words still stung.
I didn’t like her accusations and I really didn’t like her comment about what people were saying about me. I’d known for awhile that I was gathering a particular reputation, but I hadn’t realized it was so hostile.
I grabbed my jacket off the back of my chair and left the office. There was no way I was going to be able to focus on a bunch of jumbled spreadsheets now.
Chapter Four
By the time I got to the underground garage and started my car, I realized I didn’t want to go home. It would be too quiet and I didn’t want to be left alone with my thoughts and self-loathing. If I hadn’t fucked things up with Jessie’s cousin, I might have actually been tempted to call her. Apart from her moment of clinging at the end, she had been the perfect type of fling. She had done what I wanted, without question, and she was hot.
“Man, Brighton, just fucking things up left, right, and center, huh?” I cursed myself as I sped out of the garage and merged onto the street. I thought about going back to the Opulence club. I’d seen all kinds of kinky things inside the dresser. I remembered the girls there and knew I could get any of them that I wanted. But, something about the experience had left a sour taste in my mouth. I wanted something quieter tonight, not so flashy and over the top.
And I wanted a good drink, not some fluffy cocktail.
My mind made up, I cruised on auto-pilot to my favorite bar. It was a few blocks away from my office and had a pretty killer happy hour. Lots of women gathered there after work and on a Friday, it was bound to be even better than normal. I pulled up along the curb and got out, handing my keys to the valet before going inside. There was soft music playing in the background, and a more laid back atmosphere that instantly made me feel more relaxed. I sat at the bar and ordered a double scotch, on the rocks.
As I sipped at my drink, I pushed the confrontation with Jessie out of my mind. From my seat at the end of the bar, I could see the entire room and watched as people entered and exited. When I started working on my second drink, a woman came through the doors that caught my attention. She was tall, curvy, and wearing a dress that screamed, “Fuck me.”
She scanned the room, like she was looking for someone…or something. When her eyes landed on me, her eyebrows raised slightly. I smiled at her and looked down at the empty seat next to me. She smiled and turned away, going back to searching the room. I kept staring, and after a few minutes, she seemed to abandon the hunt and came over to the bar next to me.
Her skin was a deep olive tone. Her dark hair and dark eyes were set off perfectly by the short, deep blue dress that was clinging to her generous curves.
“A vodka cranberry with lime,” she told the bartender.
I stared at her ass.
“So, what’s your deal?” she asked, turning her attention back to me. “Were you just gonna sit there and eye fuck me all night long? Or actually come over and say hello?”
I nearly spit out my drink. She laughed at my reaction. It was rare that anyone caught me off guard like that. By the way her eyes were dancing—I could tell it had played out just as she had wanted it to.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Very original,” she said. “I’m Evie.”
“Cooper,” I said.
“Cute.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling as she rolled her eyes. “So, who are you looking for?”
She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye as she took a sip of her drink. “Fuck it,” she said, more to herself than me. “I was supposed to meet a date here, but it looks like he’s a no-show. Well, either that or he looks significantly different than his profile pictures led me to believe.”
“His loss.” I shrugged. “Sit with me.”
She considered the bar stool. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea in this dress.”
“Oh, I think it’s an excellent idea,” I growled, low enough that she was the only one who could hear me.
Her dark eyes locked on mine and she smiled, almost like she was about to take a dare. She steadied herself with one hand on the bar and lifted up into the chair, quick to cross her legs, but it didn’t matter. The dress had ridden up even higher on her caramel colored thighs and I was gone.
I ordered another drink for her and we spent the next hour discussing her would-have-been date and decided it was best that he didn’t show.
Two hours later, I was crushed up against her as we fell through the door to her apartment. Our lips and tongues were tangled together and I was so stiff that it hurt. We had spent the past hours in a delicate dance and I’d thoroughly enjoyed the slow flame of the seduction.
But not nearly as much as I was going to enjoy what was going to happen next.
As soon as her door was shut behind us, I slid my hands down her back, latching on the zipper of her too-tight dress and unzipped it. Once loose, I pulled it up the rest of her body and over her head. She stood before me in her heels, and deep purple bra and panties that had a black lace overlay. Her breasts were spilling out of the top of the bra and I ran my fingers along the dark circles peeking above the top. She shuddered and I smiled.
This was going to be fun.
I unhooked the bra and watched as her perfect tits fell out of the satin cups. I held them in my hands and ran my thumbs along her tight nipples.
“Cooper,” she whimpered. Her eyes were closed as she surrendered to my exploration. I traced every inch with my fingers and then my tongue. I sucked at the tender flesh, listening to her moan. My cock was throbbing, desperately straining against the restriction of my pants.
My hand slid down her stomach, grazing every curve, before dipping into the top of her satin panties. She shuddered under my touch and when my fingers slipped into her, I groaned at how wet she was.
“Fuck,” I said.
She smiled at me. She grabbed my tie and pulled me to the back of the apartment and into her small bedroom. The lights were off, but the moonlight spilling in from the open window gave enough light to see her silhouette, and something about it got me even more excited.
She tugged at my tie and I quickly untied it.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her, holding up the tie.
She sucked at her bottom lip, considering my question. After a beat, she nodded and smiled.
“Turn around.”
She turned and I tied the tie around her face, like a blindfold.
“Lay down on the bed,” I said, leading her to the edge of the mattress.
“Are you gonna rob me?” She laughed.
I smacked her ass playfully and she lowered onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. I stripped off my clothes. I spread her legs and kissed my way from her breasts to just below her navel. She shivered as my lips trailed lower, and lower. I spread her lips with my fingers and breathed in her scent. She was soaking wet already. I blew on her skin and she shuddered.
“Cooper…please,” she whispered.
I smiled and then sucked her tiny little bud into my mouth. She jolted and I had to grip her
hips to keep her still as I worked at her, teasing and tasting every inch of her. She was panting as her anticipation built and I knew she was getting close. I slid a finger inside of her and felt her walls gripping me desperately. I fingered her slowly, taking my time, building her to an almost painful point, just on the edge.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Keep going.”
Her hips were straining under my firm hands and her back was arched against the bed as she awaited the sweet release I was promising her.
“Not yet,” I said. I pulled my lips away and kissed a trail down her inner thigh instead.
She groaned and her body sagged back to the bed. “That was mean,” she whined.
I smiled and continued to kiss and suck above her pussy, just below her navel. Her hands dug into my shoulders and she tried to push herself back to get my lips where she wanted them. I pushed harder on her hips to pin her to the bed and she released another frustrated groan.
“Trust me,” I said before nipping her thigh with my teeth. “I’ll get you there, and it will be like nothing you’ve ever had before.”
She whimpered and I slid a finger back inside her. Her whimper changed to a moan instantly as I began fingering her slowly. I sucked her clit again, harder this time, and her fingertips pressed into my skin. Her nails were short, but sharp against my skin. The pain mixed with my arousal and sent a jolt of heat straight to my throbbing cock.
I licked and sucked at her sensitive skin and thrust my fingers deep into her, fingering the soft place against her walls.
“Fuck!” she yelled and I knew she was close.
One more time, I decided. I pulled back as she was writhing and her fingers left my back and pushed on my head, trying to get me back between her legs. I backed up.
“If you’re gonna keep grabbing me like that, I’m going to have to tie your wrists.”
She was panting, her eyes hidden under the tie that I had used to blindfold her. I wished I could see the look on her face at my suggestion, to see if she would let me. In silent answer, she held up her wrists towards me. I smiled and my cock throbbed even more than before.
“There are some handcuffs in the nightstand,” she purred.
Oh, shit.
I stepped to the nightstand and found the cuffs. They were the cheap kind that one would find at any generic sex toy shop. I smiled as I perused the other items in the drawer. A vibrator, several kinds of lube, and a feather duster.
“Is there a maid costume that goes with the duster?” I asked, hoping she would say yes. Her tits would look amazing popping out of the top of a slutty maid costume.
“It was a rental,” she said.
“Damn,” I said.
She giggled and I snapped back to what I was doing. I cuffed her hands and then went back between her legs. This time, I was going to let her finish. I licked and sucked and she moaned louder than before. The excitement of the blindfold and handcuffs seemed to get her higher, quicker than before. By the time I thrust two fingers inside her, she was ready to come undone.
I pumped my fingers, sucked her sweet little clit and felt her walls tremble and release around my fingers as I stroked her g-spot. She screamed as I kept fingering her through the waves of her climax, her body shuddering and convulsing on the bed before me.
I left her only for a moment to slip on a condom, and then came back to her and spread her legs wider.
Without warning, I thrust into her. Hard.
She screamed and I waited for her to stretch around my cock before I pulled out and slammed into her again. She moaned and ground her hips against me, and I took that as a signal to keep going. I pounded into her over and over. Her pussy was so tight and wet that it didn’t take much for me to spill over the edge.
I waited for my cock to stop twitching and then left her to go clean up in the attached bathroom. When I came out again, the sight of her stopped me in my tracks. She was still blindfolded with my tie and her hands were cuffed together. She had her arms flung up above her head. Her position made her look incredibly vulnerable as well as gave me an incredible vantage point of her entire naked body. Her breasts were rising and falling with her quick breaths as she recovered. I let my eyes wander down the smooth contours of her stomach and to the soft curve under her navel that led to her bare pussy, glistening in the moonlight with her juices.
“You ready to go again?” she purred.
Fuck. My cock instantly hardened again at her invitation. A wicked grin spread over my face as I stared at her, my mind racing with the things I wanted to do next.
“Oh, this is going to be a fun night,” I growled.
Chapter Five
Fuck…
I woke up and blinked a few times, trying to figure out where the hell I was. I rolled over to my back and saw the face of the beautiful girl, Evie, who I had gone home with the night before. Thankfully, she was sound asleep. The light outside the window was getting brighter, but I knew it was still fairly early. I looked around the room but didn’t see a clock. My phone was in my pants pocket, but I couldn’t see them, either, from my spot on the bed. I eased over and off the edge, wincing as the mattress sagged and moved under my shifting weight. Once out, I crept over to the entrance of the room and found my pants.
Five thirty.
The time surprised me. It had been ages since I’d fallen asleep with a woman. Evie had kept me up for hours, her body never seeming to get enough no matter how hard I fucked her. I replayed the night in my mind as my eyes drifted over her naked back and ass, her sheet all pulled to one side and tangled between her legs, allowing me quite the view. After our first round, she had challenged me, and I made her suck my cock with her hands still cuffed and her blindfold on. The memory of her on her knees before me, blindfolded, with my cock between her lips brought my attention to my rock hard, morning stiffy.
My body ached for more, but I fought off the temptation to get back into bed with her.
It was Saturday, so I technically had the day off. Most of the time I spent the weekends at my lake house, about an hour outside the city limits. It allowed me time away from the rush of the city, but was still close enough that I could get back relatively quickly if shit hit the fan.
Maybe I should invite Evie to go with me. After I fucked her again, that is. We could shower, go out for some breakfast at some little rest stop cafe along the way, and spend the day out in the sun together by the lake—and spend the night together, picking up where we left off last night, when we had both succumbed to sleep, our bodies entirely spent.
It could work. It could even be fun.
Evie was a firecracker. She had me laughing my ass off the entire night in the bar, and she had turned out to also be an insatiable lover. The combination was completely addicting.
What the fuck, Brighton. I scolded myself. Why don’t you just climb in and spoon her while you’re at it.
I shook my head and got dressed. Once upon a time, I had been the sleep in on weekends, snuggle in bed, and breakfast for two kind of guy. But that was a long time ago.
Jessie’s pissed off tirade against me echoed back and my gut cinched with a sharp pain. I disgusted myself.
I finished buttoning my shirt and slid into my polished black loafers that had cost more than most people made in a week.
I was a douche.
I stood in the doorway of Evie’s room, turning over the lake house idea again. Mentally trying it on. The problem was that inviting a girl to my lake house opened another box of problems and complications. There would be expectations…
A drunken night of fun was one thing. A weekend together, acting like a couple on vacation? Well, that would send an entirely different message. Evie seemed like a good person. I didn’t want to hurt her. It would be better for both of us if I just disappeared. She would get me out of her system quickly, probably trash talk me to her friends over some drinks, and then move on to some other guy who could—hopefully—give her what she actually deserved.
A real ma
n, not a shadow of one.
My mind made up, I pulled the tangled sheet up to cover her body so she wouldn’t get cold from the morning breeze wafting in through the open window. I ran my hand down her soft curves and over her hip, and then left.
Evie’s apartment was in a prime downtown location and I decided to walk the streets for awhile to clear my head. There were no other people out and about at this hour. The city didn’t wake up till nine or ten on a Saturday morning. The only businesses open were a few cafes and coffee shops. I followed my nose to one that smelled like heaven. I wasn’t as familiar with the area as I was with the shops closer to Brighton Enterprises, but my nose could usually lead me to the best coffee shop on the block.
I looked at the windows as I passed by, searching for the origin of the smell, when something—or rather, someone-caught my eye.
My body screeched to a halt in front of the window.
The coffee shop was empty, except for her.
She was gorgeous.
She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved, black T-shirt with a deep V-neck that showed off a hint of cleavage. Her tits were amazing. She filled out the shirt just right, and as she buzzed around the cafe. She had a short apron tied around her waist, and it was obvious that she was hurrying to get the shop ready for the day. I wondered if she was the owner or just the unlucky girl who drew the short stick and had to work the early morning weekend shift.
I studied her as she bustled around, not noticing me watching her from the corner of the window. She was fairly short. I could already tell that I would tower over her. The idea sent a hot rush of lust through me.
Damn, Brighton, you really are turning into a pig, I chided myself. Haven’t even washed off the scent of one conquest before planning another one.
I told myself to walk away, to keep going, and leave this beautiful creature out of my tangled web.
But my legs remained still, anchored to the cement beneath my shoes.
She popped up on her tiptoes to reach something on a shelf of merchandise and a hint of her stomach peeked out between her shirt and the waist of her low rise jeans.