by Jenika Snow
“Girl, looks like Travis has got his eyes set on you.”
“Excuse me?” she said after she swallowed a rather large amount of her tropical drink. Chippy nodded over to where she knew the attractive, intense man sat.
“Travis. When he has his eyes on someone in here that means that’s who he’s taking home. And honey, he is eye-fucking you big time.”
Pearl almost choked on her drink after he’d spoken.
“Chippy, you’re scaring the young girl,” the older bleached blonde woman said, but she was grinning.
“You’re not scaring me,” Pearl said, but felt her cheeks heat. She finished off her drink, handed Chippy the glass, grabbed a napkin, and wiped her mouth.
“So, you’re Shirley’s granddaughter?” Chippy asked.
Hearing her grandmother’s name was like a hot poker to her heart. Pearl nodded, looked down at the smooth counter of the bar top, and tried not to let her memories bring her down. She didn’t want to be that person that sobbed at the bar, drinking away their sorrows.
“Yeah, she used to show off your picture at the library, say what a good girl you were, and how successful you were in the big city,” Chippy said and smiled, and the sound of what her grandmother had done, and the fact Pearl hadn’t come to visit in so long, cut her deep.
“Shirley was a great lady,” the blonde said. “She always baked these cinnamon cookies and brought them to town, handing them out to anyone that came into the library.”
“Yeah, she was a tough woman for sure. Volunteering at the library every weekend, doing yard work, shit, she was tough as nails,” Chippy said.
“Yeah, she always said she didn’t like to be idle, because that’s what killed people,” Pearl said. Her grandmother had always been so active, and when she passed away she’d been a ripe old age, lived a long life, and always had her heart filled with love.
“Another one?” Chippy asked.
Hell yeah, because with her emotions she felt like she needed to get good and wasted.
****
Travis watched the woman at the bar far harder than he should. He didn’t know her, had never seen her before, and could assume she was either passing through, or maybe setting down roots in Granite. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted her, wanted her in his bed, under him, with his cock buried in her curvy body.
He could see her curves from under the outfit she wore and loved that her skin was this warm chocolaty color. He wanted to fucking lick her body from toes to head, wanted to memorize every dip and hollow, and claim it for his own, but only for one night. Travis didn’t want more than that, never wanted a female for more than a few hours at a time. He didn’t want commitment, didn’t want a wife or even a girlfriend.
He finished off his shot, leaned back in the seat, and tried to figure out how to get that goddess into his bed. He knew how to sweet-talk a woman, knew what to say, but in Granite he didn’t have to say much because the female population was eager to have his dick. That wasn’t him being an arrogant bastard, but a fact he used to his advantage.
Travis finished off his drink, stood, and was about to make that woman his for the night.
****
Pearl hadn’t meant to drink more than one, not since the first was potent as hell, but she felt unnerved right now, and nodded, needing something else to help her nerves. She was sad, but aroused because of that man, and that was totally misplaced.
“Yes, the exact same drink,” she said and stared at her hands, twisting, turning them around in the napkin she held until the paper shredded away. The blonde was busy talking with another man by this time, and as Chippy made another drink, Pearl felt this presence behind her.
Turning slowly, she looked over her shoulder and saw right behind her the man that had been staring at her. His blue eyes were piercing, and his name played through her head.
Travis.
It seemed so strange to have these kinds of feelings for a man she didn’t even know. Pearl had only come into town just this morning, and here she was, drinking like she was trying to drown her sorrows, and imagining herself being with Travis. A one-night-stand was not what she needed, but it sure was what she wanted. Her emotions were twisted, turned around, and she wanted a night of forgetting it all, just feeling a strong man taking care of her. All her life she’d been in control, doing what she needed to make things happen. She’d never allowed herself to be a slave to her emotions, to make her a submissive to the things she’d wanted.
“Hey.” He said that one word so deeply, so enticingly, that she found herself turning fully in her seat and facing him.
“Hi,” she responded, feeling the flush steal over her as he stared at her. His black hair was on the shorter side, but long enough that strands brushed along his forehead. His cheeks and jaw were covered in dark scruff, adding to the image that he was a hard worker, not a man that cared much for his appearance or if he was clean-cut.
“You’re not from Granite.” He said it without making it sound like a question.
She shook her head. “I am now. I’m Shirley Nemme’s granddaughter.”
He nodded slowly, a flash of sympathy covering his face. “I’m sorry to hear about Shirley. She was a good woman.”
She glanced down at the floor, knowing this man spoke the truth, and knew that everyone in this town knew how special her grandma was.
“Let me buy you a drink,” he said.
“Okay,” she said without hesitation and smiled, liking that she was getting this attention, especially from the man she was attracted to. It did feel weird, a little bold, but she needed this right now. He gestured for Chippy to put her mixed drink on his tab, grabbed the fruity looking mixture, and gestured for her to come with him. Pearl got off the stool, glanced at the bartender, and saw him wink at her. He mouthed “Have fun”, and turned to help someone else before she could respond.
The two men that were at the table he’d been at were now gone, and when they sat down she felt a little bold and odd doing this. Hell, she didn’t even know what “this” was, but it seemed so forward.
They sat across from each other, some country song playing on the jukebox, and a few couples dancing in the center of the room. She looked at the man, whose name she knew was Travis, and realized she hadn’t actually introduced herself yet.
“I’m Pearl by the way.” She offered her hand, feeling kind of dumb, like she was in a job interview or something. When he smirked and leaned forward, grabbing her hand in his much larger, callused one, a shock of electricity moved through her. She glanced down at his forearms, at the vein-roped, muscular flesh, at the golden skin against her much darker flesh, and she instantly got wet.
“I’m Travis.” His voice was so damn deep, so masculine.
She pulled her hand back, curled her fingers into her palms, and breathed out.
“So, making Granite your home?”
She nodded, picked up her drink, and took a long pull from the straw. He picked up the new beer Chippy had given him when Travis was at the bar, drank from it while watching her, and she felt like she was sitting across from him butt ass naked. Shifting on her seat, she set her glass down and ran her hand over the condensation on the lip of the cup.
“I’m going to be frank, Pearl.”
She swallowed, licked her lips, and nodded. “Okay.”
He was silent for a moment. “I want you, obviously.” He lowered her gaze to her chest, and as if that alone had her nipples coming alive they grew hard. He smirked, and she forced herself not to cover her chest with her arms.
“You don’t know me,” Pearl countered. Yeah, she wasn’t a fool, knew the type of man he was.The tempting blue eyes and the sex appeal probably got a lot of women in his bed. Did she want that? Hell yeah, but maybe she should play hard to get, make him work for it a little?
She wasn’t thin like a lot of the women in this bar, like a lot of women in the city either. She was thick, a curvaceous size eighteen, but her thickness was proportioned well throughout her body. Her tit
s were large, her hips wide, and her thighs and ass bigger than what she’d like when she was younger. But she was a woman now, liked how her body was, wasn’t ashamed of her appearance when naked, and the way Travis was looking at her told her he liked what he saw, too.
“Do we need to know each other to have one night of incredible fucking?”
His words sent fire through her veins, had her arousal climbing, and although she should probably feel pissed that he was being so blunt, she couldn’t deny that this was what she needed. Looking around, seeing a few of the women glancing at them, Pearl was about to say something she’d never said to a man she just met. Staring at Travis she said, “No, we don’t need to know much, Travis.”
His nostrils flared, and she felt satisfaction that he looked a little taken aback by her being just as blunt. Maybe this man was used to women being more submissive, used to them being all giggling and biting their lips. Pearl was the opposite. She went after what she desired, what she wanted to have in her life, whether it be for work or pleasure.
“That might have been a better answer than the ones I normally get,” he said and grinned, flashing her a white, straight smile. The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement, and she found herself smiling in return.
“I just want to forget about a lot of shitty things right now, and I think you can help me with that.”
His smile vanished, his expression sobered, and he leaned back in his seat. “Baby, I can make you forget your name by the end of the night.”
Chapter Three
They’d gone back to her place, and to say it was a bit odd to be in Shirley’s house was weird, especially since he was about to screw her granddaughter. He hadn’t known the older woman that well when she’d been alive, just that she’d been a very kind and generous woman, helping out the community even though she’d been old and alone. He never saw a lot of family visit her, and that made him feel sympathy for the older woman, even though a lot of the town looked upon her like a grandmother. In the few instances Travis and his brothers had met Shirley she’d been all smiles and handing out baggies of cookies she’d made that day.
Pearl led them into the large Victorian style home, and once the door was shut she turned and faced him. The lights were off, the shadows wrapping around her. She was gorgeous, so fucking hot that he’d gotten an instant hard-on when he’d seen her sitting at the bar. They’d spoken for another hour or so at Dickie’s before leaving and coming back here.
“I’ll be honest,” she said softly. “I’ve never brought home a man, and never had a one-night stand.” She looked away, but he couldn’t see her face very well because the shadows from the night wrapped around her. He knew she was embarrassed though, and maybe felt weird bringing him home. He wished he could say he felt the same way, but the truth was he was still so fucking hard, and thinking of burying his cock in her body.
“I can honestly say I’ve never gone home with a woman on the first night either.” And that was the damn truth. She gave him a look that said “what the fuck ever”, and he chuckled at that expression. “That’s the truth, but that’s not to say I haven’t taken them to my place or a motel.” Now he felt like a prick for even bringing that up, but she chuckled in response.
“You’re sneaky with words.”
He grinned, and in the next instant he was right in front of her. He held her for a moment, listening to her breathing hitch as he wrapped his hands around her wide hips, squeezing her flesh, and feeling his cock jerk behind his fly. They had only driven about five minutes to get to her grandmother’s place, and yet it seemed like it had taken forever. He’d had a couple of beers, but was far from drunk, not even buzzed. He wanted her naked, spread out before him so he could feast on her body.
She held his hand as she led them up the stairs, and the scent of vanilla came from her. He held in his groan of approval, tightened his hand that was grasped in hers into a tight first, and breathed out. He’d have her soon enough. They entered a room at the end of the hall, and once the door was shut she moved up a few feet.
The lights stayed off, and he stared at her ass, big, juicy, and all his for the night. She turned around, and he forced himself not to grab his dick and stroke himself at how fucking hot she looked. She couldn’t be in her thirties yet, her skin smooth, flawless.
Travis stared at Pearl, feeling the alcohol move through his veins, as well as the need to fuck her. He’d been called insatiable with his need to fuck, and maybe that was true, but right now all he was focused on was ripping her little outfit off, spreading those creamy, brown thighs, and shoving his dick deep in her body. His cock was hard, throbbing, aching, and his balls were drawn up tight to his body.
Had he ever been this hard for a woman? He was drunk enough that he felt good in that respect, but not intoxicated enough that he didn’t know what he was doing, or would have whisky dick. She had a few droplets of perspiration on her forehead, her long black hair was twisted in some kind of braid over her shoulder, and her dark, supple flesh called to him. He’d been with women with darker skin before, loved every female that he came in contact with, and was about to tear Pearl up in only the best of ways.
“You look like you want to eat me alive,” Pearl said on this breathy moan.
“Darlin’, you have no fucking clue how much I’m going to eat you up.” He took a step forward, started undoing his belt, and when it was undone he pulled it from the loops. He then started unbuttoning his flannel, keeping his gaze locked on Pearl, taking in every aspect of her body. She had big breasts, ones that tightened the material of her shirt every time she inhaled. She had hard little nipples, and he wanted to tear the silk material of her shirt away and feast on her tits, suck on her nipples, and see how much harder he could get them.
“Are you always this … intense?” she asked and licked her plump, red lips.
“Baby, you’re about to see exactly how intense I am when it’s concerning something I want.” He saw her visibly shiver, and grinned, loving that she was putty in his hands and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He had his shirt undone, but stopped when he was a foot from her. “Take the shirt off, and do it nice and slow. Give me a show, darlin’.” He was aware of how deep his voice was, thick with arousal.
She listened to him right away, and he felt a thrill of pleasure move through him at the fact she obeyed. When she had the first few buttons undone, her tits popping out through the gap in the material, he reached down and palmed his cock through his jeans. His dick was harder than the granite that lined his kitchen, and he felt the pre-cum line the slit and start to make a wet spot in the front of his pants. He ached to be inside of her, to feel her tight, hot, and wet cunt clenching around his shaft.
“Slow enough?” she asked with an almost challenge in her voice, and he smirked, about to tell her that she was playing with fire. She had no control in this situation. He was the dominant one, the one that called the shots. She pulled the material of her shirt all the way open and showed her big as hell tits hidden behind transparent lace. His words lodged in his throat, his cock jerked behind his fly, and his mouth dried.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” he said low, almost threatening in manner.
She tossed the shirt aside, and instantly undid her bra, showing him those big, glorious breasts. Her milk chocolate colored flesh was smooth, creamy in appearance. Her breasts were tipped with darker brown colored nipples. His tongue swelled, his mouth watered instantly, and in the next second he was in front of her.
Travis grabbed both breasts in his hands, molded his fingers around the soft flesh, and lowered his face to those luscious mounds. He licked at the turgid peaks, sucked on them until she was breathing hard for him and had her hands on his shoulders, her nails in his flesh. He didn’t stop, didn’t even think about ending this moment until he pulled back and saw that her areolas were tight, her nipples elongated from his suctioning, and the scent of her heat filled his head.
Standing fully, he looked down at her and rubbe
d his thumb along her bottom lip, thinking of all the nasty, filthy good fucking things he wanted to have her do with that pretty mouth of hers. He was to the point where he was almost too far-gone to care if he was going too fast. He unlatched his buckle from his belt, undid the button, and ripped the zipper of his jeans down, pulled out his dick, and stroked it from root to tip. The head was slick with his pre-cum, and he smeared the fluid around the crown.
She lowered her gaze to his shaft, licked her lips, and he groaned in response. “You’re really big, Travis.”
He wasn’t arrogant in any manner, but he knew his cock was big, had heard it from some of the women he’d fucked in the past. “You want to suck on my cock, pretty girl?”
She lifted her gaze to his face. “You make it sound like it should be a treat to have your dick in my mouth.” She lifted a dark, arched eyebrow, trying to be a smartass no doubt, but sounding breathy as hell.
“When my cock is in your mouth, and you’re swallowing my cum, then we’ll talk about treats.” He grinned, and the way she widened her eyes, but promptly narrowed them, told Travis this woman was a spitfire when she wanted to be. “Now, how ‘bout we move this along, darling?” He reached out again and stroked her lips, forced his thumb into her mouth, and made her taste the cum that covered the digit.
She sucked his thumb into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it, and he watched her lips the entire time. This woman wasn’t a prude, wasn’t shy about doing what she wanted either. She pushed his hand away and lowered herself to the ground.
Travis stared down at her, ran his hand over her hair, and grabbed a chunk. When her lush, ruby-red lips opened, he could feel the little pants of her breath brush across his cock. His dick gave a hard jerk. Taking hold of her chin with his fingers, he tilted her head back and forced her to look at him.
“All I can picture is me thrusting my dick into you, filling you with my cum so you smell like me, and making you so damn sore you can’t even sit without thinking about my cock in your body.”