Intrigued, I tried to focus on his words instead of how soft his lips looked. “Then what are you doing at the Golden Goose?”
Sweeping his fingers up my throat, he made my hairs stand on end. The tightness on my skin swirled down to my belly, then right between my thighs when he curled his grip in my scalp. It was a firm hold that caused no pain but trapped me against him.
In my ear, he whispered, “I came here for revenge.”
“What?” I breathed out the question; his lips scooped it up, kissing me so suddenly that I forgot what gravity was. I was falling and floating and everything in between. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, tasting the deep indent—the marker that cruder men used to comment on how good I must be at sucking dick.
Jack made no such observations. He kissed me like he needed me to live.
And I forgot that we were two people completing a transaction.
Money didn’t matter.
Rules didn’t matter.
All I wanted was relief from the knots in my lower belly. I hadn’t had sex in forever, it wasn’t something I sought out. But now… now, it was all I could think about.
One of his hands abandoned me, reaching between us to unclip his belt. Panting, I hurried to help him slide his jeans down his thighs. Jack pressed me down; I was grinding on his cock where it strained in his boxers. The cotton material was damp, his pre-come saturating the inside.
Knowing I’d turned him on this much was making me dizzy. It couldn’t be the alcohol—I’d had one sip, or was it two? No, this was pure arousal in my blood and pretending otherwise was foolish.
I stroked my hand down his chest, across his firm abdominals. When I reached the elastic band of his boxers he grabbed my wrist. “You sure?” he asked, his mouth in a pained grimace. “You grab my cock, baby doll, and I’m not leaving here without fucking you. I don’t want you to get in any trouble with this place.”
“It’s fine.” Looking down at his cock, I saw it flex in the cloth. The cotton couldn’t hide the fat ridge of his head. “My boss won’t fire me.”
“No? You get special treatment around here?”
My laugh was as dry as an overcooked chicken bone. “I could probably set this place on fire and he’d keep me around.”
Jack tensed up—so suddenly that I focused back on his face. He didn’t give me a chance to read his expression, he kissed me again, his hand no longer holding mine back. He forced my palm onto his erection, the two of us groaning around the swirling tongues that teased in our mouths.
Gripping his warm shaft, I pumped him experimentally. Each movement had him panting on my skin. He nipped my bottom lip, then my earlobe, then he laughed. “That’s incredible. I want to feel that sweet pussy, though. You’re dripping on my lap. I’m going to slide into you so easily, no matter how fat my cock is.” His filthy mouth made my clit twitch. “Grab the condom in my back pocket.”
I scooted down his legs enough to bend back and dig into his jeans where they’d pooled at his ankles. The foil square was easy to find.
Peeling it open, I stared through the latex like it was a monocle; the room went all funky yellow. It was an unappetizing color, so how did Jack still look so damn delicious? In one smooth motion I sheathed his cock in the condom.
“Jesus,” he growled. Clamping his palms around my waist he lifted me easily into the air.
“Wait, my bikini bottoms!” Was he going to shred the material?
Without straining, like I weighed nothing, Jack hooked his left thumb into the crotch of my glittery outfit. He didn’t snap anything, he simply slid it out of the way, exposing my very wet pussy to the air.
Flaring his nostrils, he spread my lower lips, pushing the tip of his thick shaft against me. “Fuck,” I gasped. Inch by inch he spread me open, no longer holding me up; he let my own weight help sink me down onto his cock. I was being speared like an animal he’d hunted down. The deeper he went, the more my vision blurred.
Then he thrust once; hard, quick, and I threw my head back with a desperate shout that had been growing in my belly. “Holy hell, holy fuck, Jack—Jack!”
“I love your voice,” he growled. “Louder. Scream louder for me.”
“Please, I’m not sure—”
“You can handle it.” Gritting his teeth, he curled me against him. His shirt was warm with his sweat, my own running down my back. I was being wrung out like a damp towel. My insides shrank and expanded, heat blossoming as pleasure overtook any memory of pain. “You’ve got it, baby doll. That’s it, rock your hips.”
His fingertips came between us, circling over my swollen clit with clear intention. He knew how to touch me—I was relieved, I didn’t think I could speak well enough to instruct him. Round and round he teased me until I was fucking him without any care for how loud I was getting.
I burned with an insane need to have him deeper. His hands played with my hair, lips brushing my temple as he whispered to me. “Feel me stretching you out?” he asked, filling me to the brim. “You’re milking the hell out of me, Harper. Your pussy is fucking astounding.”
And there it was; he’d gone so deep he was having sex with my brain.
Closing my eyes, I moaned as a hot spike of tension rocked down and made me squeeze his cock harder. I was right there, on the edge as my body vibrated between his seeking fingers and thrusting shaft.
His breathing went raspy. “Your moans are almost as good as your singing.”
My singing? How could he… Blanking out as I came, I saw purple and glitter and the whole damn milky way. “I’m coming,” I sobbed. “Fuck, I’m…”
“Me too,” he hissed, embracing me as if I could escape him during my convulsions. Through the condom he twitched, expanding bigger; his orgasm was a second behind mine.
This stranger cradled me against him as we languished in a pleasure that I knew, for me, had been absent for years. But what about him? Did he go to clubs and screw strippers often? The idea was enough to cool me; I found my eyesight, my clarity beneath my bitter suspicion.
Carefully I pulled my body off of his. He chuckled, the noise rich and satisfying. “That was amazing.”
My lips pressed up into an uncontrollable smile. “I’m glad.” I wanted to say That was beyond stellar! Best of the year, of the decade! But I said no such things and instead straightened out my bikini bottoms.
Jack eyeballed me, not moving from his seat. Then he peeled the condom off, knotting the top. “We should hide this.”
“It’s fine, there’s a garbage can behind the chair. Toss it there.”
His eyebrows furrowed drastically. “Guess your boss really doesn’t care what you girls do.”
I stood up taller, trying to gauge his new tone. “If he gets his cut, he’s happy.”
Violently, he threw the condom into the can and turned to face me. His eyes reminded me of the center of a volcano. I waited for him to burn me into ash. “How could you work for a man like him?”
“Maybe I like working for him,” I said quickly, not wanting to go down this road.