Secret Cravings(3)

Bryan fled from the dance floor to the bathroom and realised his mistake the second he opened the door to the men’s room. A totally hot dude was sucking another man’s cock. Bryan stood in the doorway, staring at the guy on his knees. If only he was braver—he could find this hottie later and ask him to do the same to him. A hot flash washed over Bryan. Just considering letting another guy touch him and suck him made him tingle all over. It had been years since he’d been with a guy. His freshman year in college, to be exact.

“Get out of here, you pervert,” the guy being sucked yelled at him, and threw a paper towel at the door.

Bryan backed out and wheeled around, almost knocking over a very short person. The girl squealed and he jumped back. She couldn’t have been more than eighteen, and yet she’d wormed her way in here with her pink hair and slut suit. That kind of stupidity could get women in trouble.

She was too young to be here alone. He glanced around and dragged the little sprite out of the back door of Silver Lace, though she kicked and screamed the whole way. The door closed behind them and she started scratching at him and flinging her fists about.

Bryan picked her up over his shoulder and held her so she couldn’t do any more damage. The thought of spanking her made him wild with desire. He threw her off his shoulder and caught her arm so she didn’t fall. Damn it, he wasn’t into young women. He preferred maturity and this girl was too young.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m here to party! Now back off, before I scream so loud all the cops from across the river in Jersey come to check out what’s wrong.”

He stared at her, noticing for the first time the small lines around her mouth and the world-weary look about her eyes. She wasn’t a teenager. Fuck, she was the dog-walker girl who took care of Joey, his neighbour’s dog. Oh, shit, he’d just picked up and carried a grown woman out of a bar. Damn, she was as cute as a pixie and totally hot. Too hot, actually.

“I’m sorry. I really thought you were like, I don’t know, too young to be here.”

“Holy shit, I’m twenty-three! I’m legal. What kind of weirdo are you, dragging women into a back alley, shithead? Think you could take advantage of me?” She made a face, then spat at his feet.

Hell, he probably deserved her derision. Thinking fast, he explained, “I was trying to get you out of there before you did something stupid. But I guess I’m the stupid one.”

“Yeah, mister. You sure are. So you thought I was too young to be in there? Why drag me out here? You a pervert?” She stared up at him with accusing eyes. Then she cocked her head to the side. “Wait, I know you. You live in Joey’s building.”

Bryan’s face went hot. He ground his teeth together, trying to not yell at the woman. “It’s not like that. I don’t like to see people get taken advantage of and I thought you were way too young.”

“Aww, you were trying to help me.” She pulled him down for a kiss. He jumped back and she burst out laughing. “What’s wrong, big boy? Afraid of the little girl?”

Sweat popped out on his brow and his knees grew weak. His cock swelled, surprising the hell out of him. A few minutes ago he’d thought this woman was eighteen, and now he wanted her. Hell, he’d wanted the dog-walker girl, who he’d thought was barely legal too. They were one and the same, and that excited him even more.

She circled around him, trailing her fingers across his abs, then his ass. He cleared his throat and tried to stand completely still, but when she grabbed his butt and squeezed he jumped forward and yelped. She burst out laughing.

“You are a live one. We could have fun, and I know where you live.”

Bryan didn’t know what to think. This little sprite of a woman had him turned on and revved up.

“Catch me.” She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, her barely covered pussy coming to rest directly on his pants-clad cock. She squirmed around, enflaming him further.

Bryan groaned and his resistance melted as he took a kiss, forcing his tongue through her lips. She opened to him and he explored her moist cavern, tasting sweet strawberries and a hint of lemon. His hands found her ass and grasped on to the sparse material, cupping both of her little cheeks with his palms, curling his fingers in towards her pussy.

She pulled away, her eyes dark and her cheeks pink. “Your place is closer. Did you drive?”

“I took a cab, and you can’t be serious about coming home with me. We don’t know each other that well.”

“I know where you live. I’m Nichole. What’s your name?”