“Show me from right there.” I reached between my legs and undid my shorts’ zipper. With a little wiggling, I was able to push them and my panties down to my knees. The fabric was rough against my freshly spanked ass, but I simply clenched my teeth against the pain.
“Can you see?” I asked. I was used to being looked at, but when Theo leaned over to catch a glimpse of my exposed pussy, I felt a sheepishness. Am I being too forward? I actually cared what he thought - a rarity, recently. My attitude was normally “take it or leave it,” but for Theo… I wanted him to like what he saw. I wanted him to want me right back.
He said nothing. I dropped my head back to the mattress, afraid that I’d made a mistake. Once again, I should have kept my mouth shut. But then his finger grazed my nether lips, just touching the wetness. He paused as if in disbelief.
He cleared his throat. “You’re right. Good girls get rewarded.” He rubbed against the slickness of my pussy. I moaned and lifted my hips to give him better access and to get closer to his fingers. When one slid inside me, I thought I would come right then. I tensed around the intruding digit. “Close?” he asked in a deep rumble.
“Yes,” I hissed. He seemed surprised, but I wasn’t. Rough treatment turned me on, and when I genuinely liked the guy administering it - well, that didn’t happen very often. He added a second finger and thrust deeper, grinding his palm against my clit. I pushed back against him, writhing against his hand and breathing his name. The heat inside me grew, pulsed; pressure built; I teetered right on the edge of something frightening, something explosive.
He tilted my head back by my chin and his mouth descended onto mine. Our lips crashed together in a passionate joining; I felt like I’d been lit on fire; I felt like I’d been waiting for his kiss forever. My pussy clenched as I came, hard. Ecstatic spasms roiled through my entire body. I cried out against his mouth as I rocked against his hand, his thrusting fingers drawing out every ounce of pleasure. He finally withdrew as I dropped bonelessly to the mattress and fought to catch my breath.
He was already stepping back. It was an intense orgasm but it wasn’t enough - I wanted his cock inside me. More than that, I wanted to wrap my arms around him; I wanted to kiss him again. But he was backing away. Embarrassed, I pulled my pants back up and rolled into a sitting position. He stood against the wall, observing me.
“You don’t want to fuck me?” I asked.
“I do.”
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and looked away. “I didn’t want to wake this up,” he said as if talking to himself.
“Wake what up? Theo-”
“Go on. Get out of here.”
“I thought-”
He growled. “Don’t think. Just go. Nothing else can happen. There’s nothing else here. Go!”
I scrambled out the door. He’d sounded so torn up, I was afraid to provoke him any further. Pausing in the hallway, I wiped my eyes and ran a hand through my hair. Please don’t look too messy. Any desire I’d had to gloat was long gone. I just wanted to get the hell out of the building.
I sent Dawn back to see him in a daze. She gave me a weird look but didn’t ask any questions. She had her own goals to attend to.
I was nothing if not practical. That was an unambiguous rejection back there. It didn’t matter that he’d made me come harder than I thought possible, or that I could still feel his scorching kiss, or that his game just felt right in a way that that nothing else had. When a man kicked me out of his room so abruptly, I didn’t go with my tail between my legs. I didn’t knock on the door again later, or cry or beg. I knew when to retire.
So when Gunner showed up later that night, I forced on my brightest smile and slid onto his lap at the bar. Dawn shot me a glare from the opposite end of the room, still trapped in a conversation with Mort. The girl had reappeared from the back room in mere moments with a big scowl on her face. Didn’t quite go as planned, did it, I thought, but I bit my tongue. So though my ass stung something fierce, I perched on Gunner’s lap and flirted with every biker who passed us or stopped to say hello.
Despite my promises to myself to stay away from Theo from then on, I kept an eye on the back room door, waiting for him to emerge. He never did.
“Want to hang out somewhere more quiet?” Gunner breathed into my ear as he toyed with my hair. His hand ran up and down my thigh, traveling just a littler higher than it ought to in public.
I shrugged with a coy grin. “Maybe.” Then we heard the familiar giggle. Dawn appeared at his side. Dammit, Mort. I glanced around and found the older man staring down his reddening nose and into a big mug of beer.