“Confident much?” I went for bravado with a side of extra sass.
“Damn right I am.” He smirked. “Touch what you created, Otelia.”
His raspy demand shook me out of my haze of horniness, enough so that I tried to take a step back to create some much-needed distance between us. Mac wasn’t having any of it. His hand shot out and latched on to my own before I could say, “Timeout.” The action was so smooth it stole my breath away, so sudden, I let out a squeak as a consequence. He tutted gently at my obvious escape attempt and hauled my ass right back into his personal space. I surrendered my free will and allowed him to use me. My hand became his cursor as it slid along the ridges of his hardened cock. It felt amazing.
“Darragh…” I moaned his name.
“Yes…there it is,” he cooed softly.” So lovely falling from your lips. I like that a lot.”
Fuuuuckkk meeee…
When had this stopped being the Odie show? I might’ve known this would happen dealing with a man who was used to being in control. He craved power more than he desired pussy. How did I know this? I didn’t lie to him when I said I’d known men like him my entire life. Far less dangerous, but they all had one thing in common: An air of authority you longed to follow even if it led you right off a steep cliff.
“Are you afraid, Otelia?” He moved my captured hand away from his hardness and pressed it against his chest. His heart beat wildly to match my own erratic pitter-patter.
“No,” I answered honestly.
“No, you’re not, are you? Such a brave little thing you pretend to be. I bet your pussy is dripping wet for me, isn’t it? Tell me, Otelia, is it the danger that gets you off, or the man?”
He leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss so hot, my toenail shot out through the top of my tennis shoes. It was hungry, passionate. Our tongues jockeyed for position, which was hella difficult with only one hand. Once it was clear I was into this, Mac released his hold and allowed me to explore his fit but much too covered body. The hard muscles of his shoulders danced beneath his tailored suit as I scratched and fought to wrench the offending fabric out of my way.
“Take this off,” I begged against his lips, tugging.
He whipped off his jacket and threw it behind him without breaking our connection. The French had it right when they invented tongue kissing—this shit was unimaginably hot. I was in heaven one minute, then floating through the air the next. Mac lifted me off the ground by the curve of my ass. My legs immediately locked around his waist while my hands plundered his thick dark hair. His hard cock pressed against my opening separated only by a sliver of silk from my thong.
Please don’t stop.
Please don’t stop.
“We’re just getting warmed up, kitty cat,” he told me.
I hadn’t realized I’d said those words out loud. So much for playing it cool. We continued to paw at each other like a pair of horny teens in the back seat of a Chevy on prom night until Mac slowed the pace. I almost screamed in frustration when he left my lips and focused his attention on the soft spot directly under my ear, peppering it with licks and sucks, enough to drive me crazy. My back bumped against a solid surface I recognized as the wooden bar top just as strong arms elevated me upon it. My legs shook with the effort it took not to reach down and insert a finger into my oversensitive pussy. The man was a fucking beast, selfish yet giving as he took what he needed from my willing flesh. There was a softness to his touch that just seemed wrong for a man of his profession, but I relished it with open arms. There was no turning back now.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
Mac tore himself away, which seemed to take a lot of effort on his part, but he had his reasons. “Shit. Fuck,” he grumbled under his breath. I couldn’t tell if it was a good fuck or a bad one. I worried for a moment that he wanted to stop our passionate exchange before putting me out of my misery. A war brewed behind his dark eyes, the quiet before the storm of sorts, all of which left me short-winded with the anticipation of his next move.
He didn’t make me wait long. Mac grabbed me by my hips and scooted me further towards the edge of the bar. My legs dangled haphazardly over the edge as he stood between them. In a flash, he bundled my skirt around my hips and ripped my thong to shreds. I sat there, open and bare to him, with no place to run or hide, my pussy on full display, dripping wet and ready.
“Hmm…so pink and swollen,” he awed. “A beautiful cunt for a beautiful woman.”
Before I could respond, he dove in headfirst without warning. My hips bucked uncontrollably at the intrusion. Apparently, the angle wasn’t to his liking. Mac hooked his arms around my thighs, scooted me further over the edge of the bar, and forced my legs over his shoulders. I had to lean back on my hands in order to find purchase or risk falling off. A shameless moan traveled from the pit of my stomach and sailed through the air as his wet tongue lapped at the delicate cream that accumulated from our make-out session. He took special care not to latch on to my clit until the very end of the first pass before sucking the swollen bud into his mouth.
“Darragh…that’s…ohmygod.” My brain couldn’t formulate a complete sentence.
“Like the way you say my name, kitty cat,” he groaned, wiping the wetness from his mouth on my inner thigh. The move should’ve repulsed me, but I found it sexy as hell. There I was, with a hot-as-fuck man between my legs doing all sorts of wonderful shit, and the only thing I could think of in that moment was Damn, who taught this guy how to give head? That motherfucker deserved a Nobel Prize in cunnilingus. Voting is closed.
“Darragh…” I tried in vain to reach for him.
“Don’t you fuckin’ move,” he demanded. “Not done eating you out yet. Lock your ankles around my neck and hang the fuck on.”
Far be it for me to argue.
Sit back and enjoy, that’s my moto.
I did what I was told, relaxed my knees so that my legs stayed wide for him, ready. Mac was furiously working the buckle of his dress pants before finally freeing himself. Dick in hand, he stroked from root to tip with a guttural groan. A strange sound escaped my lips, a cross between a whimper and a mewl, followed closely by a dip of my hips.
“Look how greedy your pussy is for me, kitty cat,” he growled, staring down at my exposed clit. “You want my mouth or my cock? Tell me.”
It was the same as choosing between a Lexus and a Mercedes; both would get you there in class and luxury, so did it really matter in the long run? He continued to pump his cock, battering the poor thing into submission. I wanted to climb down off this bar and take him in my mouth, not stopping until he reached the back of my throat. I knew in my heart that his taste would be like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. Perhaps next time.
“Please, Darragh, Please.” I couldn’t decide.
“Mouth it is, then.”
Within seconds, he attacked me again. His warm lips continued their assault on my folds while I sat helpless to the building pressure in my lower belly, ready to detonate the longer he continued to savor my essence. A desperate whimper escaped from my mouth, followed by a long breathless moan as I reached the pinnacle of euphoria.
“Ohmygod…I’m going to come.”
“Wait for me, kitty cat.” He flattened his tongue, taking another swipe.