“I have no idea what I want from you.” Her voice is thick and husky.
“You’re playing a game. You know what you want. You want it, and it’s right here. Your move, your call.” I slowly lean in. “It’s right here, baby. Right fucking here.”
She licks her lips and stares at mine, then looks down at the erection pushing against my pants. “Your girls could have taken care of your needs.”
“That need can only be taken care of by one of two people, and the one who has been handling it is getting real sick of jerking off in the shower, thinking about you.”
“You need to get laid.”
“I need a taste, a touch, something to hold me over till you know for damn sure this is what you want, ’cause I’m all fucking in, baby. I don’t own you; you feel me?” I take her hand and run it down my chest to the waist of my pants. “But if you want me, I’m here. I’ll play bitch for you until you realize I’m not about owning you in the way he tried to.”
I see the wheels turning. “Twitch?” her voice squeaks.
“Call it whatever you want, but if you aren’t gonna take it, I need to get the fuck outta here and take care of it myself.”
“Show me,” she says, trying to see how far she can push me.
“You wanna watch me take care of myself?”
She nods, swallowing down her desire.
“You gonna show me what you’ve been doing to take care of yourself?”
She shakes her head.
I unbuckle my belt, then reach out and grab her around the waist. I lift her up, and she moans and goes limp in my arms, her head on my shoulder, as I set her on the bar stool, then step back.
“Not used to spectators, baby, but if you want it, you got it. Starts like this.” I unbutton my pants, and my dick pops out of my boxer briefs. “He’s looking for you, always looking for you. Can’t get you out of his system.” I push my boxers down and wrap my hand around my dick. “Gonna close my eyes, ’cause you sitting there isn’t you lying in the back of your car while I eat the best * I have ever eaten in my fucking life. Platinum, Hailey. Fuck,” I moan as I stroke myself slowly up and down. “Gotta squeeze tight to—mmm. That platinum * of yours, so wet, so tight…’’
“Morrison,” she whimpers.
“Yeah, babe?” I say as I open my eyes and stroke myself, looking into her hooded gaze. “You want it?”
She nods her head, once.
“Lose the pants and plant that ass on the bar.” She hesitates. “Babe.”
Once she stands and drops her pants, then turns to climb on the bar, I grab her from behind before she has the chance to turn around. I push her thong to the side and rub my finger up and down her wet seam.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” Before she has a chance to say shit, I take that ass in my hands and kiss that fine, little round globe that’s sticking up in the air. “Sexiest ass I have ever seen in my fucking life.”
I run my tongue down her seam, and she arches her back.
“You want that * licked, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Thank fuck. Roll over now. Slow, babe. I want to worship that ass soon, but if you want me to eat your *, I’m gonna eat that *.” She is sitting on the bar now. “Feet over my shoulders.”
She does as I ask, and my restraint is out the fucking door. While I suck on her swollen lips and rub my tongue up and down each side, her body shudders as she grips the edge of the bar.
I slowly work my tongue up and down her without diving in. She squirms and gives muffled moans, letting me know I am driving her wild. Hell, I’m driving myself wild.
Then I shove my tongue inside her, and she cries out, “Morrison! Oh, God.”
The jukebox starts up on its own every twenty minutes, and it does so now. “Skin” by Rihanna begins, the perfect fucking song.
My tongue keeps rhythm with the song in a slow dance, the perfect tease. My mouth covers her as I reach up and push her shirt up, watching her face flush and her eyes flutter. Ecstasy. Pure fucking raw pleasure. God, I love making her feel this way.
She pulls her shirt the rest of the way off, and I grip her thighs, pulling them farther apart as I suck on her clit, and she cries out again. Her hips are now grinding into my face as I lick harder, suck harder, and then push two fingers into her quivering *.
“I want you. Oh, God, please,” she begs, but I’m not done eating that *, fingering it, tasting her. I want to drive her over the edge one more time, so I do.
When I have had my fill for now, I pull her up.
“I need to taste those tits.” I don’t wait for a reply; I just take them. When I stop for a minute, I look up at her. “No man in their right fucking mind wouldn’t want you to be his, Hailey. You’re so fucking beautiful, gorgeous, perfect.”
She closes her eyes.
“I need in, babe. I need to feel you from the inside.”
She wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her.
“Mouth—give it to me.”