I watched from the corner of my eye as she slowly moved around the U-shaped bar. She slid onto the barstool that was only two seats down from me. She put her glass down and crossed her legs. Tossing her hair back, she looked over at me with a smile.
I made it a little more obvious that I was checking her out.
I placed my gaze at her six-inch heels and slowly moved my eyes up her bare legs, past her black skirt, and then up her blue top that was stretching across her big tits. Her blonde hair was curled and hanging around her, and she used it like a tool,constantly twirling it or fluffing it, never just leaving it the fuck alone. It was annoying as hell, but I didn’t give a shit. I only needed her for a little while.
I didn’t want to make the first move. I wanted her to want my attention. If I gave it to her without her having to work for it, she wouldn’t have been interested. I pulled my eyes away and took a sip, looking all around to make her feel like she might have some competition.
“I’m Ali.”
I turned to look at her, and I gave her a smirk. “Elliot.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” She held up her hand to shake.
I leaned over and took it, noticing how warm and soft it was as I shook it.
“Nice to meet you.” I nodded toward her empty glass. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure.” She smiled, happy that I noticed the hints she was dropping.
When the bartender came over, I ordered a fresh drink for both of us.
“You here alone tonight, or are you meeting up with someone?”
“I’m alone. If I had someone, I wouldn’t need to be here.” I shot her a smile.
Her brow twitched at my honesty. “It’s always surprising when I find someone who’s brutally honest, but it’s also refreshing. I don’t know when we started to dance around everything.”
“I don’t dance.”
She went back to twirling her hair around her finger. “I like that. I don’t like to dance either, but I do it because it’s customary.”
I threw back the rest of my drink. “I think we’re on the same page.”
“I know we are.” She smirked.
“You want to get out of here?”
We bustedthrough the bathroom door, and she was already in my arms with her mouth welded to mine. I could taste the fruity liquor on her tongue, mixed with the leftover flavor of cigarette smoke. I wasn’t usually the carry-a-woman-away kind of guy, but she leapt into my arms the moment we stepped into the hallway that led to the bathrooms. I pushed the door shut with my left hand and locked the knob before breaking away from her mouth.
“Turn around,” I ordered, already reaching for the button on my pants.
She looked up at me with her brows knitted together. “What’s the matter, pretty boy? Don’t want to look at my face when you’re fucking me?”
I pushed my boxers down slightly, allowing my hard cock to spring free. Her head tilted down as she took in my cock. Her mouth fell open in surprise. When she looked back up, her blue eyes were sparkling with excitement.
“Wow. You’re big. I-I’ve never been with someone this size.” She quickly turned to face the mirror, putting her back to my chest and wiggling in apparent excitement.
I ignored her comment and pulled a condom from my wallet and ripped it open. “Pull down your panties.”
She slid her hands up her dress, fishing for her panties. I knew when she had them because she shimmied her hips fromside to side. She pulled them down her thighs and left them around her knees.
I slid the condom into place, and then I pushed against her back, forcing her to bend forward. She pulled up her dress until her flat ass was exposed. She was nothing compared to Evelyn, but she was a warm body that would take the edge off, and I needed to take the edge off.
I didn’t want to move too quickly for Evelyn. My little plot for revenge had turned into an obsession to have her, to make her mine, so I had to do things carefully. Making her mine was actually better than my original plan. Gabe would fucking hate to know that his baby sister was riding my dick every night.
I thrust into the woman in front of me. Once I was balls deep, I had forgotten her name. She was warm and soft, but she didn’t feel as good as I knew Evelyn would. She wasn’t tight. She didn’t make the right sounds. She was too easy, and even though she was wet, she wasn’t dripping with excitement like Evelyn did when I teased her. Still, I closed my eyes and tried to trick myself in order to get some relief.
There wasn’t a single thing I could think of that I didn’t want to do with Evelyn. I imagined myself bending her over my desk, just like the day I spanked her.
