“Actually, I can,” he said. “I own this club and if you don’t get the hell out of it, I’ll call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing.”
“Perfect,” I said. “That’s actually great, because I want to talk to the cops. I want to tell them about the girl that was here earlier, the one with a jacked up face and a chunk of her hair cut off. The one everyone is just pretending doesn’t exist, even though I saw her. And then I’ll mention the track marks on Jessa’s arms. I’m sure they’ll be interested in figuring out how she got them.”
“Wow,” he said, shaking his head. “You are something else, you know that? Here I am, trying to be a nice guy by offering to find some asshole for you, a guy who doesn’t even give enough of a shit about you to bother giving you a phone number or an email or a fucking address before he just takes off, and now you’re giving me shit because I’m trying to keep you safe.”
“Oh, please!” I said. “You aren’t trying to keep me safe! You’re trying to keep your club protected. And you weren’t being nice by giving me a job, you wanted something out of it. Which you still won’t tell me! So if anyone was being nice to anyone, it was me being nice to you.”
“Please,” Colt said. “I was doing you a favor and you know it. That audition you gave me earlier? It was pathetic.”
“And yet you still wanted to fuck me,” I said.
He looked taken aback for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe those words were coming out of my mouth. I could barely believe it.
“Listen, Princess,” he said. “If I wanted to fuck you, I could have fucked you.”
“Yeah?” I said. “Try it.”
I was blazing mad now, so mad that I felt like there was a fireball inside of me, just waiting to explode.
Colt crossed the room in two long strides, pushed the chair I was on back into a reclining position and pinned me down with his body. The weight of him on me sent shivers flying up my spine, and there was one second, one endless second where he paused, his lips inches from mine.
My breath hitched in my chest, and it was like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and Colt was holding my hand, begging me to jump with him. His eyes asked permission for just one second, not giving me a chance to change my mind.
And then his lips were on mine.
It was an instant explosion of heat, my body almost bursting into flames. His hands were in my hair as we kissed, his tongue slipping into my mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and alcohol, his stubble brushing against my chin as the kiss intensified.
I grabbed for his back, pulling him into me, but he pulled away and grinned, his hand moving up my thigh, under my skirt until he slid his finger over my hip and hooked it around the fabric of my thong.
“You taste real good, Princess,” he said kissing me again on the lips, softly this time. “I’ll bet you taste even better down here.” The thought of his mouth down there, his tongue on my pussy, his lips moving in between my legs as he kissed my center was enough to make me moan out loud.
But he moved his hand out from under my skirt and up to the ties of my uniform. He pulled one strand of fabric, then the other, until my top was open. He slid his palm under the loosened fabric and as soon as he touched my bare skin, my nipple hardened.
He shifted on the chair and I could feel his cock through his pants. I wanted to push into it, to feel it against me, to take him inside of me. I’d heard about girls losing their minds, having sex with guys not that long after they’d met them, and I’d never believed you could want someone that bad.
But now I believed it.
I wanted to fuck him.
I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me, to lick me, touch me, finger me, use me.
He pushed the top of my uniform back, so that my breasts were completely exposed, and then he lowered his head to my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. His tongue swirled around my peak, then moved to my other breast, sucking and squeezing my tits until I was dizzy.
“God, Princess,” he said, as he leaned back and took off his shirt. “You are driving me fucking crazy.” His body was just as I’d imagined – ripped and toned, every muscle rippling and visible. I ran my hands up and over his stomach, counting the ridges of his six-pack.
He grabbed my hand in his and slid it down over his stomach to the bulge that was now visible in his pants.
He guided my hand onto his dick, which was rock hard. I stroked it up and down through his pants as he straddled me. It felt good in my hand, felt good to touch him, to feel him, to see the lust in his eyes as I stroked him.
His hand slid back up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.
This time, he didn’t stop. Instead, his finger found the bottom of my panties, and he slid them over to the side until I was exposed to him. His finger slid over the outside of my pussy, and I moaned and tried to push myself against his hand.