We look around the bar, searching for someone who brought a car. Icy blonde Jenn is in a back booth with Lucky. Based on their locked lips, I don't think they want to be bothered. Jenn likely brought her SUV though. She never trusts that Lucky won't be called away for club business.
Carrying Bebe to the table, I open my mouth to speak. Jenn hands her keys to Lucky who wings them at me before I get a word out. When I miss the keys, Ford picks them up. He wrestles with Shay, who is dancing with a chair now. Finally, she chooses him as her dance partner again, and we're out the door.
"Your woman can't hold her liquor," I say, walking to the SUV.
Ford shuffles along with Shay singing as bad as she dances.
"Yours is a sack of potatoes, turd. I think I'm winning this argument."
"She's only hanging there because I like her ass next to my face."
Ford smirks. "Easier for her to kiss it that way, huh?"
"Watch your mouth, or I'll spin around and slap you in the face with her."
"Using your woman as a weapon makes me think you two will last forever."
"Shut the fuck up and open the door for me, will ya?"
Ford unlocks Jenn's SUV then helps Shay into the passenger seat. He also manages to take time away from kissing his woman's ass to open the door for me. Bebe flops into the backseat, and I think she's out cold until her foot teases between my legs. Nope, she's wide awake and looking to cause trouble.
Ford drives the SUV home while Shay whispers to Bebe. I watch them and wonder why they keep glancing at me. Before I worry, we arrive at my house and I help Bebe out of the SUV. Ford doesn't wait for me to say goodbye. Revving the engine, he's already thinking about Shay naked.
Bebe has the same idea. She strips down as soon as I shut the door. Her panties end up slapping me in the face when she runs upstairs.
"I've never run naked through the house before."
Laughing, I watch her disappear down the hall. Getting a beer from the fridge, I frown at where she disappeared. Is Bebe coming back, or am I supposed to find her? A moment later, she's running back down the hallway. I sigh at the sight of her bouncing tits. Bebe ignores me while she climbs on the couch then the chair. She's like a cat marking her territory.
"I'm naked, and no one can stop me."
"Who would want to?"
"The Man," Bebe says, giving me a wink as she shuffles up next to me in the kitchen. "You look so good. So delicate like a sexy F U C K flower."
"That's some excellent dirty talking you've got going, Bebe. I think you can safely cuss though."
Bebe continues to feel me up while I pour her a shot of scotch on the rocks. My shirt ends up flying into the living room, and I groan at the feel of her tongue teasing my nipple.
"I thought you couldn't handle your booze," I say.
"I used to get all mopey and write bad poetry," she murmurs. "Of course, I used to fake orgasms. Now I don't have that problem."
Bebe sips the drink then returns to licking at my chest. I lift her up and set her bare ass on the kitchen table.
"I might break it," she says, looking panicked.
"No worries. The table has held plenty of weight over the years." When Bebe narrows her eyes and thinks I mean chicks, I decide to clarify. "I got wasted once and thought the table was a couch."
Bebe loses her grumpy expression and reaches for me.
"Oh, and I've banged a few chicks on it too," I say as the trapped feeling comes over me again.
Bebe frowns again. "No! I demand you pretend I'm your first. No woman existed before me. You, Paxton Reed, were a virgin before I deflowered you."
I laugh so hard at being a virgin that any worries over feeling trapped disappear.
"Since I'm so new to this fucking thing, I'll need to experiment."
Bebe smiles at me. "Poor know-nothing Pax. Does my pussy scare you?"
Digging my fingers into the glass of scotch, I retrieve an ice cube. "I want to learn. Like what do your nipples want? Hot?"
I suck one nipple into my mouth. A groaning Bebe caresses my head. Lavishing the hard flesh with my tongue, I end with a nip of my teeth.
"Or does it like cold?" I ask, circling her other nipple with the dripping ice cube.
"Fucking fuck," she murmurs, leaning her head back. "Fucking shit fuck."
"Let's see which one gets harder."
Sucking on one nipple, I tease the second one with the ice cube. Bebe moans like she's coming out of her skin soon. I can actually feel the heat radiating from her pussy.
The melting cube drips water down her tit to her stomach. I lick it off before sucking at the hard, chilled nipple.
"Pax, fuck me," she groans, reaching for her pussy to find relief.
"Not yet. Be patient. I'm still so new at this."
Gazing at me, Bebe grins. "You are the best fuck ever."
"I know, but you still need to be patient."
Bebe's hand slides between her legs. "Take your time. I'll work the edge off while you learn."
My cock hardens past discomfort when I see her fingers disappear into her wet pussy. I pop the button on my jeans and shove them off. The extra room for my cock helps, but I want to fuck her so bad.