by Ivy Carter
Because this girl isn’t like Maria. She doesn’t seem like the person who would flit from one sexual encounter to another, not caring too much, not getting attached. She seems like the forever type, and I don’t fucking want that at this point in my life.
Right?
I finish pouring a beer for Sam when Aubrey’s eyes connect with mine. I feel it square in my gut, a pull toward her. There’s a crackle of attraction between us so strong, I’m surprised no one else in the bar is winded by it. It almost knocks me off my fucking feet. The heat in her eyes, the smoky promise… No, no, no, I keep chanting, but I feel myself weakening.
I want her.
Plain and simple truth. I want her. I want to push inside her. I want to grip her hair and tug her scalp and lick her bared throat. I want to tie her wrists and ankles to my bed, make her helpless, weak, wet for me.
I want to leave my marks on her, bruise that delicate flesh, have her sore and aching after I ravage her.
But my cravings are most definitely too dark for her. And even if they weren’t, I’m not going to be any good for her. My life is way too fucked up and complicated to have anything to offer a girl like her. I’m not the white-picket-fence kind of guy. I can’t let myself start thinking otherwise.
Just having her here in Outlaws worries me. She shouldn’t even be within ten miles of me or this fucking place. It’s not safe—I’m not safe.
Jax lingers by her, talking with her, and she gives him a beatific smile. I find my own heart clenching in response. Fuck, how can she be so beautiful? Even still, with the glow on her face, I can see something deeper lingering underneath. An emotion that seems to haunt her, that has haunted her since I first met her.
I shouldn’t let myself care about what’s going on with this chick. But I want to know. Why did she move to our town, our state, of all places? Why does she have that sadness around her?
Is she as pure and innocent as she seems?
Could she ever be interested in entertaining my dirtiest desires? The way I’d love to bend her over and smack my hand on her ass, just to start? Leave my handprint on her skin as a mark of ownership, of possession?
How I’d like to sink my teeth into the back of her neck? Cuff her to my bed? Brand the insides of her thighs with the suction of my mouth, the clench of my teeth? My hunger is deep and wicked, always unsatisfied.
There’s no way Aubrey could fulfill that. She looks too fragile and innocent to be into any sort of pain.
Then she shoots me a look. Her eyes connect with mine over my brother’s shoulders, and there’s a heat in there that surprises me, floods my body. Like she knows she’s driving me crazy and she wants to. Like she wants me hungry for her. I see the way one side of her mouth crooks in the corner. How her eyes lower ever so slightly, hooded, aroused. She wants me too. I can see it plain as day.
God, I need to fuck her. Right fucking now.
It takes a herculean effort to make myself turn away from her and move toward the office. My refuge. I can’t think straight around her, can’t focus. My whole body is on fire for Aubrey, my fingers itching to grip her hard and leave small bruises on her flesh. I’m dirty, filthy, unworthy, but God help me, I want to pollute her a little with my sin. Make this angel learn how to love the darkness.
I spend a good half hour in the office, shuffling papers around blindly. Trying to convince my raging cock to calm down and lose its erection. But every time I do, I think about Aubrey’s sexy mouth, her on her knees, peering up at me with those innocent eyes. And my dick screams to be released from my pants and allowed to come.
She can’t keep showing up at Outlaws, right? If I ignore her, she’ll eventually stop dropping by. I should be happy at the thought, but it leaves a heavy feeling in my chest. Something about her smile is addictive; I want more.
I nearly thunk my head against the desk. Stop being a fucking shithead, I chastise myself. This isn’t like me. I don’t lose my cool over girls. They’re fun to touch and kiss and fuck, but that’s it.
I never want more from them.
Finally, I manage to cool myself down enough to emerge from the office. I’m back in control. Back to myself. Chill. Collected. Unattached.
I walk to the bar and will myself to not look at Aubrey. I’m not going to fucking look at her. She’s just a customer, that’s all. Nothing else.
My gaze slides, unbidden, over to her.
There’s a slim but fit guy I don’t recognize, wearing a tight, faded blue shirt. He’s leaning toward her, his teeth flashing, and she’s smiling at him. He’s charming, clean-cut. Engaging too, from what I’m seeing. Probably a better fit for her than I am, that’s for fucking sure.
Tell that to my chest though, because it’s so tight it feels like my lungs are going to squeeze out. Jealousy burns my veins.
I don’t want anyone else getting that smile. The one that makes a man feel like the center of her world. I need that smile for myself. It’s one thing to convince myself I don’t want her. Another to be faced with the possibility of her bringing a different man back to her apartment tonight.
Before I can question myself, I walk over to their side of the bar. I ignore the guy completely and lock eyes on her, giving her the full weight of my stare.
Letting her know exactly how far I’m willing to go, letting her see what I want—no holding back.
Aubrey’s breath catches; I see the hitch in her chest as she swallows, stares back. The heat in her eyes slides beneath my skin, thickens my dick. I need to taste her mouth so badly right now I can barely see.
I have to get her away from this guy. That’s the sole thought throbbing through me. I want her. I want her so much it hurts.
The guy clears his throat. “I’d like another Bud Light, please.”
I don’t take my gaze off Aubrey, though. I want to hear what she’s going to say. Can she read the desire in my eyes?
Aubrey licks her upper lip, a small swipe of her pink tongue that makes my dick pulse. “I’m…going to, uh, go to the restroom.” Then she pauses, gives me a meaningful look. A loaded look.
Fuck. Fuck yes.
It takes all my patience to wait, pour the Bud Light for this asshole. Give her a moment to work her way slowly to the hallway toward the bathroom.
Then I move.
My pulse pounds so hard as I walk toward the women’s bathroom. I hope to God no one is in there, because I’m going to kick everyone out. I need to taste her pussy right fucking now, and there isn’t any force on earth that can stop me.
I whip the door open and see Aubrey spin around from the center of the room, her gaze a little nervous, her fingers twisting in front of her. A quick glance around and at the bottom of the two stalls shows no one else is in here.
I turn the lock and click it closed behind us. Stalk toward her. “You came here tonight for me, didn’t you,” I say.
She swallows, nods. Releases her fingers and presses her hands to the sides of her jeans.
“I hope you’re ready.”
“For what?” Her words are barely a breath when I grab her by the waist and angle her ass toward the bathroom sink. In a moment I have her jeans unbuttoned. In another, they are unzipped and sliding down her skin. My hands glide along her thighs and I can’t fight the sigh that escapes my mouth. Her skin feels like heaven.
Fuck me so badly, because Aubrey’s thighs are curvy and fleshy and beckoning me to bury my face between them. And that little scrap of black lacy fabric she calls panties aren’t going to keep me away from tasting her cunt.
I rip her jeans down, and she gasps, reaching a hand out to grip my shoulder to steady herself. She lifts her legs and gets out of them, then does it again when I tug down those panties. I scoop them in my hand and bring them to my nose.
Smell her pussy heat.
God help me, my dick pounds hard when I breathe her scent in. Fuck, if she smells this good, she probably tastes like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I grab her bare ass and lift he
r onto the bathroom countertop. She sucks in a sharp breath, her lips parting. I reach up and grip her hair and tug her mouth to mine.
Yes, fuck yes. Her mouth slants over mine and opens easily, without me even having to ask. Her body grows soft, pliant against me. She stays right where I put her, not moving even an inch.
Fuck me. Aubrey is submissive. Every part of her body, of her reactions toward my natural dominance, screams it. How far do I dare to push this?
The thought of having such a beautifully raw, moldable woman makes me throb so hard I want to explode. I’ve never had someone so vulnerable and open to me. Her body language tells me in no uncertain terms that Aubrey likes to be taken, dominated. Mastered.
I plunge deeper into her mouth. Savor her exquisite taste. My body hums when she reaches around my neck and her fingers play with the short hairs at the base of my neck. She moans into my mouth, arching those pert breasts toward me.
I slide my hands along the generous curves of her hips, digging into them, giving a strong pressure with my fingers to see how she reacts. Her body jerks in what I’m sure is an involuntary gesture, and she bucks her hips toward me.
God. Oh, God, the fun I could have with this woman. So innocent but so fucking hungry to learn. How far would she let it go with me?
I let my hands glide slowly along her thighs until my fingertips are brushing near her bare mound. I hear her pant, and my pulse triples in response. Something about the way she holds nothing back, doesn’t hide her reactions to my touch, makes me want to ravage her so fucking hard.
I pry her legs wide and then push her ass until she’s barely sitting on the countertop. Her pussy is bared to me, lips smooth and delicate pink, her inner labia slightly darker and just peeking out. I can smell her feminine heat pouring off her down there and a dark surge overcomes me.
I lean down and push my face so close I can almost taste her. If I stick my tongue out, I could feel that velvety soft skin part for me. But I make myself pause for a long moment, breathe deeply. God, her wetness is a siren’s call to me—tangy, sweet, heady. I hear her begin to pant.
“Aubrey,” I growl. “I want to eat this pussy so badly. Will you give yourself to me right now?” I need her to say the words, to give me permission to take her how I want her. I need to see how she responds to my request.
“Yes, please,” she whispers, and she arcs her pelvis a fraction closer to my mouth.
I don’t wait another moment. I move in and slide my tongue along her already damp slit. Her moan shudders across my skin, and her fingers dig into my hair. I grip the outsides of her thighs and nudge my nose along her clit, feeling it swell from the touch.
Aubrey gives a small moan and when I look up, I see her head is thrown back, the expanse of her neck bared to me. She’s so open to me, willing to let me lick her right here in the bar’s bathroom. So fucking dirty.
My cock is hard enough to pound nails. My blood pulses in my veins. But I ignore my needs and let my mouth caress her damp pussy lips, my tongue dancing along her slit. She’s already so wet with barely a touch. I want to see how much wetter I can get her.
I move my hands to grip her hips and dive into her pussy, feast on the flesh. Fuck, she tastes so good I could come right now, just from eating her. Aubrey shudders beneath my ministrations, her whole body vibrating.
“Oh God, Smith, God, God, yes,” she breathes, her small fingers digging into my scalp, and suddenly all I want to do is make her explode so hard she sees stars. I want to give her the best orgasm she’s ever fucking had in her entire life. I want to drive out that quiet sadness from her eyes.
I double my efforts, licking, sucking her pussy lips into my mouth, flicking her clit, then reach one hand down between her thighs and slide two fingers into her cunt.
That makes her jump, and she cries out, bucking wildly. Her cunt is so impossibly tight, so wet, that her channel hugs me as she accepts my hard finger fucking.
“I want that come, baby,” I tell her as I swipe my tongue along her rigid clit. “You’d better fucking come for me.”
“I’m so close,” she pants, her hips thrusting with wild abandon. I love how she isn’t self-conscious at all. How she gives herself to me because I asked her to. I want to bend her over and spank that ass so hard. She makes me want to do more than even spanking…
My mind flashes on an image of me using a paddle on her ripe ass and I need to calm myself a little to get it out of my head.
It’s hard to make myself stop thinking along those lines. But I focus on this moment, focus on edging this beautiful, wet, aroused woman toward orgasm.
I can feel her cunt begin to pulse around my fingers, tighten, and I know she’s close. Her breathing grows shallower. She is gasping air, her hands gripping the countertop, her hips bucking in what I’m certain is an involuntary movement.
“I’m…I’m so close now, oh God,” she whispers. Her whimpers hit me straight in the dick.
I begin to fuck her cunt with my fingers in earnest, pounding her hard, the sloppy sound of her juices filling the air between us. I make my two fingers stroke her inner walls, her G-spot. She pulses against my hand, so eager, so pliant. God, this girl is fucking incredible.
Aubrey suddenly gets still, and I can tell she’s going to come. I can feel her opening tighten until I can barely move my fingers inside her.
“Yes, yes, right there,” and then her keening cry echoes throughout the bathroom, and I want to push my cock inside her so hard right now that I can barely keep from unzipping my pants. Holy fuck.
I don’t stop fucking her until she jerks and presses her hand on my shoulder, a gentle request asking me to lighten up. I move to a slow thrust in and out, my fingers coated in her come.
Aubrey sucks in a slow breath and lowers her head until we’re staring at each other. We’re both sucking in deep gulps of air. I can’t read the expression on her face right now. The tension is so tight between us it’s about to explode. I’m waiting to hear what she’s going to say.
I don’t know why, but it feels like everything hinges on the next moment.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life,” she finally says on a small laugh, and I feel my lips curving up in response. The knot I didn’t even know was in my chest releases, and I feel light, free.
If she liked doing this, what else might she like? What other ways could I bring her to ecstasy?
This woman does things to me I never expected.
“You think that was hot?” I say with a quirked brow. “You have no idea.”
“I suppose not,” she murmurs, and her fingertips brush the tips of my hair as she gives me a shy smile. “But I want to find out.”
Aubrey
It’s half past midnight when I leave the bar and head toward my apartment. The air is thick and warm around me, but the breeze flowing along my skin makes it bearable. I hope my bedroom isn’t scorching hot—I may try to sleep with the window open tonight if I can. Save a few bucks by not running the air conditioner every night.
I wanted to hang around Outlaws for another hour and a half until it closes, but I have to work the evening shift tomorrow, so I should get some errands done in the morning. Be well rested and fresh for the new day. And also not spend the rest of my night just staring at Smith…
Yeah, I tell myself I’m going to sleep when I get in my apartment, but odds are, I’ll be lying in bed all night thinking about Smith’s head between my thighs. That was the hottest sexual experience of my entire life, hands down.
Oh God, I want to do it again and again.
And then drop to my knees and please him right back. Lick him, draw him into my mouth and make him release. Taste his come, too.
Something about that low growl in his voice, the confidence, the self-assured masculinity in his presence, makes me want to give him anything he asks me for. Smith is intense, and I should be petrified of it.
I should be, but I’m not. Because the truth is, after I slipped out of
the bathroom and went back to my bar stool—that other boring guy had left, probably tired of waiting for me—and nursed another couple of beers, I couldn’t help but feel the ripples between us every time our eyes connected across the bar and we shared a secret smile. Remembering what we did earlier in the bathroom made me feel hot beyond all belief the entire rest of the evening. Made me ache to do more dirty things with him.
I’ve never felt so worshiped in my entire life the way I did during that brief interlude. Like someone focused everything on my pleasure. Giving instead of just taking, not even a moment of expecting reciprocation. I hadn’t expected that at all.
I draw in a deep breath of the night air, exhale slowly, and walk up to my front door, key the entrance. I drop my purse and keys on the little table beside the front door and don’t even bother flicking on the overhead light in the living room. I just go right to the bathroom and strip to take a quick shower before bed. The walk back to my place made me a little sweaty.
My rinse-off in lukewarm water is fast, and I dry myself with a new towel I bought at Target my second day in Rock Bridge. My skin is still humming a little from feeling Smith’s touch on me. I want more of him. So much more. I never felt as alive, as free, as I did in that bathroom—the sheer wildness of the moment and my massive orgasm made me giddy.
Does he want more, too? Was that a one-off incident, or will something else happen between us in the future? And if it does happen, will I have to be the one to instigate it again? Because it took all my courage to even be so suggestive to him, and I’m not sure I could repeat it. When I told him I was going to the bathroom, I thought he’d just grab my hand in the hallway and take me into his office or something. I didn’t know he’d lock the damn bathroom door behind him. The impulsive, wicked move was so hot.
I open my window, close my eyes, and stretch out on my bed in the dark, on top of the covers. Allow myself to fantasize about Smith lying above me, our skin touching and sliding along each other, his hands clenching my hips as he thrusts into me. Something about the man is so wicked but also makes me feel like I’m in good hands. Like he’d care for me.