Oh, Maddon. I can feel my cock throbbing as I imagine the filthy things I’d like to do to her body. Tie her up, loop the rope around her tits, and make her bend her knees to suck my cock then I’d return the favor and stick my tongue between her legs until she comes. Vivid images flash through my head, slowly getting my dick hard, but I stay here and sip my drink, giving her a friendly smile.
Right away I can tell that this girl is not used to being ignored. She keeps trying to catch my gaze, but she won’t budge. Fuck, she’s one of those girls. I’m tempted to wait her out, to let her come to me, but I can’t risk some other asshole hitting on her.
Draining my glass, I set it down and slide off the stool, making a beeline for her. She pretends not to notice as I slide in right next to her. A pleasant citrus smell wafts from her neck and I bathe in it for a moment.
“How’s it going, hon?”
Her delicate face turns toward me and my heart flips inside my chest. Wow, she’s gorgeous. She doesn’t wear too much makeup. Great skin. She’s average height, with long, thick, dark-brown hair, a few curls teased around her face. Nice pouty lips and big eyes. They’re animated—full of emotion. Large golden hoops for earrings. Beautiful face and body. She looks like a hyper-sexualized version of the Italian girls I grew up with. I can almost see her nipples through the fabric, and a vision of me bending her over the bar table consumes my mind.
“Not that well, actually.”
A loud New York accent shakes from her mouth. She plays with the almost empty drink in her hand and gives me a fleeting look. Then she does a double take, a slow blush spreading over her cheeks as she checks me out.
Take a good look, hon.
“Can I get you a drink?”
My lips pull into a grin as her blush deepens. She wraps her fingers around her drink and gives a little shake of her head.
I want her hair coiled around my fist as she kneels on all fours, her tits swinging as I nail her from behind. The heat of that vision almost makes me groan, because she is, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen.
I ignore her dismissal and lean in closer. “Damn, I didn’t think a girl like you would get so hot and bothered over a small request.”
She worries her lip and catches me staring. “I am not hot and bothered.”
A deep chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Sure you aren’t, sweetheart.”
She parts her lips and gives me a long look, a strand of hair hiding her face. I’m tempted to reach out and brush it behind her ear, just for an excuse to glide my fingers over her perfect skin.
Her eyes are slightly glazed over as her gaze meets mine. “You don’t know me.”
“I don’t need to know you to buy you a drink.”
I flag down the bartender, ordering us a couple drinks. Then I turn back to this smoking-hot broad, wondering what’s the best angle I should use to take her home with me. Though, it doesn’t look like I’ll have to try very hard. Desire rolls off her shoulder in waves, like a heat lamp. The way her eyes can’t seem to stop glancing at me—yeah, this chick wants my cock.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
She narrows her eyes. “Elena.”
“I’m Tony.”
Elena accepts her drink from the bartender and takes a long sip. “Listen, I’m not in the mood.”
Yeah, right. That’s the most feeble brush-off I’ve ever heard.
I raise my eyebrow, toying with her. “In the mood for what?”
Long, brown hair swings in front of her tits as she leans toward me with a half-drunken smile. “For you to list reasons why I should go home with you.”
“There’s only one reason, actually.”
“Yeah?”
My voice lowers to a slow growl. “I think that you’ve had a very long day, and you’re desperate for a nice, thick cock to pound your pussy. You want a reason? I’ll give you one. I’ll fuck you so hard and good that your clit’s going to feel my cock thrusting underneath long after I’m gone.”
She coughs into her drink, her cheeks blazing like a fire engine. “Wow. Does that line ever work for you?”
It clearly did. Despite her unimpressed tone, she keeps her face buried in her drink. I can see the way she presses her thighs together, and the color of her cheeks says it all, really.
“Sometimes. So far, I think it’s working pretty well on you.”
She snorts into her drink and shifts in her seat, her leg bumping into mine. “Well, you got my attention.”
The slight touch of her leg against my slacks makes me think of having her naked, our bodies intertwined. Blood pounds in my head and I can’t think of anything else but the desire roaring through my veins.