Wild (12 page)

“Mmm, Sugar . . .” I growled as I kissed her. I nipped and sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. “Stand and drop your pants.”

Kat’s eyes flashed open and desire flared. Her green eyes danced as she considered my words. Finally, she peeled herself off me slowly, standing beside the stool and slowly popping the button on her tight jeans and drawing the zipper down. She shimmied them over the curve of her hips before kicking them off at her feet.

“Panties too.” I slid a finger in the string at her hip and snapped it against her flesh. Her eyes flared with desire and I knew without a doubt she liked to be told what to do in the bedroom, or in a bar, as it were.

I continued to watch her chest heave and her eyes darken as a sense of possession seemed to overtake her. I knew Kat liked to play around in public places, but was the thought of me with another woman turning her on too? I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and worried it back and forth as I watched her drag her panties down her legs. “Up here, face the bar.” I patted my lap.

She turned and plopped her sweet ass on my lap before I peeled her shirt off her body. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders and I swiped it to one side to unhook her bra. I slid the straps down each arm and tossed it on the floor at my feet.

I brought my lips to her neck and tasted her sweet flesh, pulling it into my mouth, drawing long sucks and nipping with my teeth. She squealed and bounced in my lap when I caught her with my teeth a little too hard. I drew a hand up her body and cupped her full, round breasts in my palms, tugging at her nipples and twisting, causing her to squirm.

She moaned and arched her neck back, thrusting her tits harder into my hands. “Open your eyes, beautiful. Watch me touch you,” I whispered at her neck as I watched us in the bar mirror. Her eyes fluttered open and landed at my hands on her breasts in the reflection.

“You like watchin’ me touch you?”

She groaned as I slid one hand down her body to land between her soft thighs. I fingered her clit and ran my fingers along the moist length of her. “You’re soakin’, baby.” I nipped at her earlobe as I thrust three fingers into her, hard and fast, unrelenting. I pumped in and out of her as she groaned and rocked against my hand. Suddenly, I had an idea. I fished my phone out of my pocket and flipped to the camera. I lifted and aimed it at the erotic reflection in the mirror in front of us.

“Put your feet on the bottom rung and stand up so you can see yourself. See my fingers pumping in and out of that sweet pussy.”

Kat’s eyes opened wide for a fraction when she saw my camera aimed at us. I watched her try to focus as my fingers plunged in and out of her. Finally, she stood and threw her head back, succumbing to the sensations of my fingers in her body.

I watched as my hand worked between the V of her thighs in the reflection. Her neck arched back in a lean line, tits thrust high as she panted with every breath. I started snapping pictures. The first few I took hid her face, just a curtain of red falling around her, but the pleasure written on her features was too beautiful to miss. I pulled her hair to one side and snapped a few more. The bar was dimmed, just the soft backlight from behind the bar capturing the pleasure on our faces, shadows bathing her soft body: the curve of a breast, a pebbled nipple, the angle of a jaw, a flash of red hair. Those light freckles dusting across her nose made her an irresistible cross between a sex goddess and the girl next door.

“Do you want me to take you here? You want me to fuck you against the bar?” I growled as her eyes locked with mine in the mirror. I set the camera down next to us.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Beg.” I held her gaze in the reflection. I watched emotion blaze a path across her eyes. She narrowed her greens on my shining blues as she worked over the one-word command in her brain.

“Beg, Kat,” I demanded as I pumped my hand in and out of her pussy and hooked my finger against her inner wall. “Tell me you want me to take you. Tell me you want my dick pounding into your greedy cunt,” I growled as she whimpered and worked her hips back and forth on my lap, rubbing her ass against my straining cock.

“No,” she moaned mindlessly.

“Beg, Kat. I won’t fuck you with my dick until you beg me for it,” I whispered dangerously. Her eyes flicked up to hold my own again.

“Mmm . . .” She ran one of her hands down her body and kneaded at her breast. “I won’t beg,” she murmured, maintaining eye contact as she twisted her nipple and writhed against me.

“Not givin’ you my cock ‘til you beg, Sugar.” My lips turned up in a cocky grin.

“I can play dirty, too,” she smirked before trailing her hand down her body and landing it on my hand pushing in and out of her. She locked her hand around my wrist and pulled my fingers out of her hot body, trailing it up her stomach and over her breasts, her juices leaving a shining path in their wake, before pulling my fingertips up her neck and thrusting them in her mouth. She swirled and sucked, teasing my fingers with her tongue just as I knew she would do with my cock. A groan escaped my throat as she licked them clean.

“Fuck,” I murmured as I lifted my phone and flipped it to video, training the camera on her soft body in the reflection. I zoomed in on her tits, the pebbled nipples glistening with her juices, one hand kneading her breast. Her eyes fluttered closed on a soft groan as her rosy lips wrapped around my fingers as she sucked.

The girl got off on fucking around in public, I wondered if she’d like watching herself getting fucked on camera. A groan rumbled from my throat as I thought of us watching this video again later.

“Fuck me, Lane. Fuck me hard,” she commanded when she finally pulled my fingers out of her mouth. I huffed and tossed my phone down, then lifted her ass up for a minute and tore down the zipper on my jeans. Letting them hang just over the curve of my ass, I released my cock before plunging into her. Her back arched with my intrusion.

“Lean up on the bar.” I pushed her body down, her tits flat to the polished wood, and twisted my hands in her long hair with a tug. I propped my phone against her bag and tried to angle it to capture some of what we were about to do. I prayed she’d let me keep the video. I prayed she’d get off on watching us fuck as much as I would.

A soft moan escaped her throat before her back arched and bowed to me, her neck pulled back, lips open as she panted while I railed into her. I pulled out, my cock glistening with her sweet nectar, before slamming back in and feeling every single muscle of her cunt gripping at me.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, Lane,” she moaned. My nostrils flared and my eyes lit up as I unleashed on her. One hand holding her at the waist, steadying her, the other still fisted in her strawberry mane, I pumped as hard and fast as my body would allow. Hitting the end of her and grinding my hips against her sweet ass. I clenched at her hip and then kneaded the flesh as I took her on the bar, my eyes watching us in the reflection.

Hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. Her wild hair flying, full tits bouncing, hardened nipples dusting along the shiny wood.

“Watch,” I growled as I pumped harder. Her eyes flicked open and watched us as we fucked on the counter. I pulled my phone up again and snapped a few more pictures as her beautiful body took me in, accepted my body plunging into hers, and taking all the pleasure I was giving her. Her beautiful hair a wild mass, her tits swaying back and forth, her eyes hooded with lust, her soft bottom lip held between her teeth in ecstasy.

“Oh God, God, yes, Lane, harder, don’t stop,” she moaned and whispered incoherently. A string of profanities released from her lips as I felt her pussy clench and pulse around my dick. I tossed my camera on the bar as I continued to pound relentlessly until my own orgasm overtook me. My balls slapped against her ass, and my head fell to her shoulder as I let loose inside her.

“Fuck,” I murmured as I realized we’d again forgotten to use a condom. Why the fuck was I so careless with this girl?

She circled and swirled her ass into my pelvis and clenched her inner walls, causing another wave of my release to pulse through me and into her. I pumped in and out of her slowly, allowing the last of my climax to wane before I dropped my head on her shoulder.

“I knew you’d beg for it,” I murmured as heaving pants overtook my body, our skin damp with sweat, pressed together. When she didn’t respond, I looked up at her reflection in the mirror and found her glaring at me. My lips turned up in an amused grin.

“You wish, Wild. You fucking wish.” She clenched her pussy one last time around my softening dick.

“Ugh, you don’t play fair, baby.” I placed a soft kiss on her shoulder before trailing more up her neck. When she didn’t come back with a quick retort, I searched her eyes out again in the mirror. They’d softened and were watching me kiss along her damp flesh. Her sweet green gaze shot a path straight to my heart and took my breath away. I didn’t know what she was thinking.

I didn’t know if it had to do with what she’d seen earlier in the hallway or the way I’d taken her hard and fast on the counter without concern for where we’d been or if I’d hurt her, even if it had seemed like she’d loved it. Maybe she was worried about what I’d do with the pictures, or maybe the look in her eye was completely unrelated to us, but it left my battered heart racing nonetheless.

And I didn’t think I wanted to know what she was thinking. If it was unrelated, it didn’t concern me. If she was still mad at me, I didn’t want the tail end of that shit. And if it was something else, well, it wouldn’t change things, so it was useless knowing.

I averted my gaze and leaned up, trailing a palm up her back before I tucked myself into my jeans. “I won’t share the pictures,” I stated without looking at her. I bent and picked her clothes up off the floor.

She nodded as she took the clothes from my hands. We stood silently as she dressed, the tension was so thick between us that I thought it might choke me. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I mumbled. Her eyes shot to mine. She tilted her head to one side before breaking our gaze. “I can take you home, or back to my place? Whatever you want.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” She turned and grabbed her purse off the bar before heading toward the door. I trailed behind her like a lost puppy. I wasn’t used to women walking out on me. I jogged a few steps ahead and unlocked and opened the door for her. She smiled politely as we stepped out into the cold air. I locked up the bar quickly and then hustled to follow her to her car.

“Look, Kat, I—”

“I’m fine, Lane. Everything’s fine. So thanks for the drink.” She opened her door and slid into the seat, slamming the door quickly before I could get a word in. I placed a palm on the hood of her car as I watched her inside her safe little bubble. Her defenses were so firmly up, it was clear she didn’t want anyone getting through to the heart of her. I tapped the hood of the vehicle as she pulled away and left the parking lot, working over in my brain the last thirty minutes. I wasn’t sure what had happened between us, but something surely had. Tonight wasn’t as easy and carefree as it usually was, and something about that didn’t sit well with me.

The idea I’d fucked that up had my chest aching as if a crack had formed and was splitting me apart slowly and painfully.

On one hand it felt like I’d tapped into the core of her. Broken down that tough exterior and seen the girl inside. And yet on the other, it felt like she’d kicked me flat out on my ass with no chance of ever getting passed those walls again.

It’d been a few days since Kat and I had fucked at the bar. I thought I’d see her around over the weekend, but nothing. I thought about calling her, she’d been on my mind nonstop, not so much because I was addicted to her, although I was starting to think that maybe I was, but because of the way we’d left things.

I couldn’t shake the memory of the despondent look on her face when we’d left each other. I worked through the weekend, more for something to keep my mind off her than because I had to. I fumbled around the marina, always keeping one eye on the library. They closed early on Saturday and weren’t even open on Sundays, so I knew Saturday would be my only chance to see her, but I never did. Nor did I see her car. I thought she was working Saturday mornings for Claire, but apparently not. Or maybe she’d called in. Suddenly, I was worried something was wrong. I quickly snapped myself out of it, though. Kat was a big girl who made her own decisions and didn’t need a babysitter, or a stalker.

Tuesday night I ran into the local restaurant to order takeout. My plan was to show up on Kat’s doorstep, bag of food in hand so she couldn’t turn me away. I stepped into the darkened restaurant, the only one in town, and found it relatively empty, no surprise for our small town in the off-season.

I nodded my head at the hostess, a younger girl, probably still in high school, and picked up a menu. I stepped to the side and perused the menu before a sweet laugh pulled my attention away from the steak and salmon entrees.

“What the fuck?” I took a step around the corner of the tall booth and my eyes landed on a shock of strawberry hair curled into soft waves. Her hands sitting on the table in front of her, a navy dress with a slit cut practically to her goddamn navel, and sexy as fuck knee-high boots. Across from her sat Harry Balzac, the local doctor. Before I had a chance to think my reaction through, I stormed over to their nook, eyes pinned on the clean-cut doctor. Her senior, my fucking senior, coming up on fifty, divorced and a complete douche.