His Mimosa_The Cocktail Girls

by Jamie Schlosser

  Now that she wasn’t in heels, I noticed she was quite a bit shorter than I thought. The top of her head was level with my chin, and my dick was prodding at the middle of her back.

  “I’m twenty-seven, by the way,” I started, because she’d already told me so much about herself. I didn’t feel obligated to reciprocate—I actually wanted to. “I’m from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Born and raised. If you’ve never been there, then you’re probably not missing anything.” Chuckling, I absentmindedly worked my fingers down to the ends of her hair. “Just a lot of flat land. Tornado season sucks, though. One of my friend’s houses got leveled a few years back.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly.

  Glancing over her shoulder, Brynne blinked up at me with wet eyelashes and an expression that closely resembled apprehension.

  She was surprised I was sharing personal details. After all, I’d pretty much told her I was a commitment-phobe.

  And it occurred to me; that’s why she wasn’t asking questions. She didn’t expect to get to know me, and maybe she wasn’t interested in doing so.

  I should’ve been overjoyed by the fact that she wanted to keep me at a distance. Instead, I found myself oddly disappointed.

  I felt an unexplainable tenderness toward Brynne. Maybe it was her nurturing side I found so attractive. In a city full of strangers, she showed me kindness and gave me a place to stay. I admired her optimism, humor, honesty, and independence.

  She was everything I wished I could be.

  For some reason, just being around her made me feel better about myself, and I really needed that right now.

  “Is it so bad that I want us to know each other?” I asked.

  She hesitated. “No. It’s just not necessary.”

  That shut me up.

  Because she was right.

  Brynne had every reason to be cautious. If she was a betting woman, I was a losing hand. It was better for her to quit while she was ahead.

  I gently guided her head under the water to rinse the shampoo, and we finished the rest of the shower in silence.

  Funny how so much communication could pass between two people without saying a word, though.

  Carter was being weird. Not bad-weird. Just not what I expected.

  First it was the comment about getting to know each other. Then it was the way he helped me condition my hair and wash my back. After the shower, he dried me off with the fluffy gray towel before using it on his own body. Last, it was the playful kiss he planted on the end of my nose after we brushed our teeth.

  It was too familiar and domestic, like we’d done it dozens of times before. He seemed to enjoy taking care of me.

  What the hell was happening here?

  We were supposed to bang once or twice before he made an awkward exit, not play house.

  Now we were back in my bed under the covers, still naked with damp hair.

  Carter had already rolled on a condom, so we were ready for action anytime. Which is exactly why I was surprised he would take the time to explore my body. I’d already had an orgasm, and from the looks of his raging hard-on, he needed one badly.

  Leaving the spot on my neck he’d been kissing, he moved down to my collarbone, his cock dragging over my inner thigh in the process.

  I subconsciously spread my legs, because the aching in my core was too much to bear. I needed Carter to fill me up.

  Instead, he just continued the sweet torture on my body.

  I gasped as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and released it with a pop. As he traveled lower, his palm warmed my other breast and he nipped at my stomach with his teeth.

  He was headed in the wrong direction. Don’t get me wrong—I loved oral sex just as much as every other woman, but I was done with foreplay.

  When Carter’s hot breath fanned over my center, I let out a needy moan.

  The first lick was long and slow. Closing his eyes, he groaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Then he circled my opening with the tip of his tongue before closing his mouth over my clit.

  A strangled cry escaped me. He was good at this. Really good. He alternated between delivering rhythmic sucks to my most sensitive place and flicking it with his tongue.

  But I felt so empty inside. The thought of his thick cock spreading me open made me wetter. More desperate. I wasn’t above begging.

  “Carter,” I panted. “I need—I need—”

  “What do you need?” he murmured against my clit.

  “I’m ready for that tip now,” I breathed out shakily. “Please.”

  He laughed. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

  Apparently he was just as impatient as I was because before I knew it, his weight was back over me and he was positioning his cock at my opening. I felt the thick head slip inside, then he hooked his right arm under my left knee, spreading me wider, and thrusted hard.

  A pained grunt flew from my lips as my eyes screwed shut. God, he was so big.

  Carter stilled. “Shit. You weren’t a virgin, were you?” He sounded panicked. “You’re really fucking tight, Brynne.”

  I shook my head and locked my lust-filled gaze with his worried one. “No, it’s just been a while and you’re well-endowed.”

  He gave me a panty-melting smile. “My handsome dick, right?”

  I tried to giggle but it sounded more like I was choking. “Yeah, that.”

  Carter rocked back until he’d almost pulled out, then he pushed forward again.

  And just like that, I didn’t feel like giggling anymore.

  Locking my hands behind his neck, I surrendered my body to his. He brought his mouth to mine, and his tongue fucked my mouth in time with every pump of his hips.

  “You feel so good, Brynne,” he rasped. “So good.”

  I couldn’t respond with words. The way my knee was tucked up against his chest made it possible for him to go so, so deep. My moans were getting out of control, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

  He released my leg and when I let go of his neck, he captured both of my hands in one of his. Holding my wrists together above my head, he scooped one arm under my back. It made my body arch and gave him leverage to go even deeper.

  Now I really was at his mercy. He had complete control over my body, and I half expected him to get rough with me. Which I welcomed.

  Instead, he sweetly kissed the tip of my nose again.

  Then things became even less Carter-like. Not that I knew him well or anything, but the information I’d found out about him didn’t match up with the way he was being with me.

  His languid thrusting was nothing short of worshiping my body. Like I was special to him. Like he cared. Like we had all the time in the world.

  As his cock repeatedly stroked my G-spot, we entered a trance-like state where we couldn’t look away from each other. No words were spoken. Other than our ragged panting, no sounds were made.

  My pussy was soaked.

  I was sweating, warmth blooming over every inch of my skin.

  I was so lost in him.

  Nothing existed outside of this.

  And so it went on like that, Carter creating the illusion that our connection was more than just physical while I let myself pretend that it was.

  It would be so easy to fall for someone like him.

  I’d talked a good game at the bar this morning, and everything I said was true. There was nothing to fear because love would find me someday. I just needed to be patient and keep believing.

  But something about Carter scared me, and it wasn’t anything nunchucks could protect against.

  I could imagine the trail of broken hearts this man had left in his wake, because this feeling was what turned people into addicts. With his weight on top of me, he was in control, but he made me feel like I had all the power.

  I might’ve been the one feeding him drinks earlier, but I was drunk on him.

  I’d heard that if you looked into someone’s eyes for five minutes, you’
d feel a soul-deep connection to them.

  But what about ten minutes of uninterrupted eye contact while fucking? What then?

  This was actually more like making love than just sex.

  Carter still had my hands pinned to the mattress, his fingers laced with mine as he pumped deep and slow. Our faces were so close that our lips brushed, but we weren’t kissing—just staring into each other’s eyes while we breathed together.

  Sex had never been like this before. It was so intense that my chest felt full, my throat got tight, and there was a slight stinging behind my nose.

  Oh, shit. I might cry. How embarrassing.

  As heat flooded my cheeks, I glanced away. I focused on the popcorn-textured ceiling while I tried to detach myself from the moment.

  The rocking motion of Carter’s hips slowed to a stop. “Hey, where did you go?”

  I still couldn’t look at him. “Nowhere.”

  “Bullshit, Brynne.” His hand left my wrists. Gripping my chin, he pulled my face back his way. “What’s wrong?”

  And this was the part where I needed to put on my best cocktail waitress smile and tell him a boldfaced lie. “I was just thinking about how good you’d feel from behind.”

  He appeared conflicted as he narrowed his eyes and licked his lips. On one hand, he didn’t believe me. On the other hand, he really liked the idea of flipping me over.

  The primal part of him won.

  Sliding my cock out of Brynne was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. But I wanted her ass in the air. Wanted her on her hands and knees for me.

  I didn’t wait for her to turn over.

  Shoving my hands under her luscious ass, I gripped the round cheeks and flipped her onto her stomach. She let out a surprised squeal, and I grinned down at the sight of her naked skin. Every inch of her was fully on display for me, thanks to the light. The curve of her spine was elegant, and she had those sexy lower-back dimples.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful,” I said, trying to figure out what I wanted to do first.

  Brynne was like a playground for me. A wild ride. By far the best entertainment Vegas had to offer.

  My palm went to her right butt cheek and I kneaded the soft flesh. While Brynne was in great shape—her muscle tone suggested she worked out regularly—I was betting no amount of exercise could get rid of her ample backside. And thank God for that.

  Dragging her hips into the air, I didn’t hesitate to shove my dick inside her again. Fuck. Her tight heat gripped me so hard. Closing my eyes and blowing out a breath, I mentally willed my stamina to stick around for a while longer. I wasn’t even close to being done with Brynne.

  “You ever been spanked before?” I asked huskily, rubbing circles on the smooth skin of her ass.

  “No.” Pushing up onto her hands, she glanced at me over her shoulder. “Are you into that sort of thing?”

  “I don’t know.” I raised my eyebrows. “I guess we could find out.”

  She bit her lip to hide a smile. “I guess so.”

  I brought my arm back. Then my hand sailed through the air, landing on her skin with a satisfying smack.

  “Ow!” Lurching forward, Brynne screeched as she collapsed onto her elbows.

  Remorse hit me like a wrecking ball.

  “I’m sorry,” I rushed out, my eyes bouncing from her reddened skin to my stinging palm. “I think I did it harder than necessary. I’ve never hit anyone like that, and I think I underestimated my own streng—”

  My rambling apology was cut off by Brynne’s laughter. Her body shook with the force of it, and her inner muscles clenched and spasmed around my cock.

  “I—” she gasped around a giggle. “I think I liked it. Can you try it again?”

  Smirking, I smacked the same place with the same amount of force.

  This time instead of making a sound of pain or laughing, she moaned and rocked back against me.

  I grinned. She loved this. And surprisingly, so did I.

  “I think we might’ve just discovered a kink we didn’t know we had.” I delivered a slap to the left side while simultaneously thrusting forward.

  “Carter,” Brynne whimpered as her pussy gushed around my dick.

  We were making such a mess all over her pretty satin sheets.

  I spanked her one more time to make it even. But as much as I wanted to keep playing around, I needed to come.

  To hell with stamina. I’d been rock hard for well over an hour, and my balls felt heavy and achy. More foreplay could happen later. After all, we had the entire day to play out our fantasies.

  “Put your hands up there and hang on,” I ordered, pointing at the wooden spindles on her headboard.

  Stretching her arms out, she did as I said, flattening her upper body on the mattress.

  I grabbed a pillow and wedged it under her stomach to keep her hips tilted up. Then I covered her body with mine, pinning her to the bed, and I began fucking her in earnest.

  My thrusts were hard, fast, and deep. Brynne cried out every time I bottomed out inside her, and the headboard started banging against the wall. The rhythmic thumping mixed with the wet sounds of Brynne’s pussy was downright obscene.

  “Oh my God,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Almost there.”

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I chanted in my head as the pressure in my balls built to impossible levels. I was shaking with the need for release.

  I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  Sliding my hand underneath Brynne, I palmed her tit, squeezing her nipple between my fingers.

  That only turned me on more.

  I was fully prepared to go down to her clit, if that was what it took to get her off with me. Fortunately, she shattered just seconds later.

  Thrashing beneath me, Brynne let out a choked sob as her pussy gushed around me again. The sensation of her inner walls hugging my cock harder pushed me over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck!” I roared, burying myself deep. My dick pulsed as I unloaded my cum in several strong spurts. It was so intense that I couldn’t breathe for a second.

  Once I was able to inhale again, I groaned loudly against the back of her neck.

  I reached up to retrieve her hands from the bars and entwined our fingers before rolling to the side. I made sure to take her with me, keeping my dick firmly planted inside her because I didn’t want to break the connection yet.

  “That was the best sex ever,” Brynne panted.

  Lost for words, I just grunted out an agreement and held her tighter.

  Best sex ever was an understatement. What we just did went way beyond a run-of-the-mill hookup.

  “I have two questions,” she continued hesitantly.

  And much to my shock, I wanted her to ask me things. Personal things. I wanted to tell her about my life; the mundane and the significant events.

  I’d tell her anything she wanted to know.

  Maybe it was the post-coital haze that made me so compliant. Or maybe it was the unexplainable attraction that told me she was special. This was different than anything I’d ever experienced.

  Brynne kissed my knuckles before saying, “Do you have another condom? And when will you be up for round two?”

  It made no sense that those two sentences would be disappointing to me. Wasn’t that what every man wanted to hear? I should’ve been thrilled. Mind-blowing sex was exactly what both of us were after. And with my evening plans getting shot to hell, I could give it to her as many times as possible before my time here was over.

  “Yes, I have more,” I responded, my dick already perking back up. I hadn’t even slipped out of her yet and I was getting hard again. “And I can go all night.”

  Brynne had completely wrecked me. I’d never been simultaneously exhausted and revved up, like being hungover and drunk at the same time.

  She’d dozed off in my arms less than five minutes after we’d finished round two. A ridiculous amount of male pride swelled within me, because I�
��d basically fucked her to sleep.

  I was wide awake though. I couldn’t seem to calm my thoughts.

  The argument with Scott, being in a different world so far from home, and meeting Brynne… It was messing with my head.

  I couldn’t stop staring at her. As I lay on my back with her cradled next to me, the constant discontent I felt all the time had diminished.

  It was replaced with something unfamiliar. Something peaceful.

  I hadn’t even realized how lonely I was until now.

  “My parents got divorced when I was six,” I found myself saying. My voice was barely above a whisper, because I didn’t want to wake Brynne. I shouldn’t have been talking about this. She wasn’t interested in my history, and it was pointless when she couldn’t hear me anyway.

  But now that I’d started, I couldn’t stop.

  “I remember my mom breaking the news to my brother and me in the car in our driveway. We’d just gotten home from Christmas shopping. I—I cried because I knew it meant my mom and dad wouldn’t live together anymore. That wasn’t the worst part though; that came later. The custody battle was brutal. There was a lot of anger between them and they used us kids to punish each other. We were the ultimate bargaining chip and they didn’t pull any punches in the fight to win. My dad lied to the courts and told them my mom was bipolar. My mom claimed he was an alcoholic. They dragged each other through the mud and they took us with them.”

  Lightly brushing my thumb over Brynne’s elbow, I watched for signs she was waking, but she was relaxed, her breathing even. So I continued.

  “I think they both felt right in their efforts, you know? I get it—parents want their kids to be with them all the time to protect them and love them. But when a marriage ends, sacrifices have to be made by everyone. My parents weren’t good at compromising during their marriage so naturally, they were terrible at it after. When I was seven, they sat my brother and me down and explained that we might have to choose who we want to live with, that the courts might take that into consideration. And I was terrified. How could I choose between them? No matter what I did, someone I loved was going to get hurt.” I sighed. “Thankfully, it never came to that. Eventually they got shared custody, so there was a lot of back and forth between two homes. When I was eighteen, I found out my dad was the one who wanted the divorce. My mom had wanted to work on things, but he refused. I was so mad I didn’t speak to him for six months. And I swore I would never be like him, even if it meant being single forever.”