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But tonight they were just annoying the shit out of me.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Oh my god, wow. It’s really you!” the girl exclaimed. “Look, Lucy. I told you!”
“Uh, hi, Nash,” Lucy said to me, smiling.
“What can I do for you girls?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe buy us a drink?”
“Yeah, Nash. I’d love to get to know you,” Lucy said.
“No, thanks,” I grunted. “Another time.”
The first girl pouted. “Come on.”
I frowned. “I said, no, thanks.”
“You don’t want to spend a little time with us?” Lucy asked.
I sighed and looked at Selena. “Come on,” I said, standing. I tossed some bills onto the bar, more than enough to cover the drinks and then some. Selena stood up and followed me.
I pushed back out into the night.
“Why’d we leave?” Selena asked me.
“Was about to get uncomfortable in there,” I said.
“But why? Those girls would have left.”
“Eventually,” I agreed. “But they broke the ice. Other people would have come up to us, asking for autographs, shit like that. I wasn’t in the mood.
“Okay,” she said. “What are you in the mood for?”
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me. Her mouth dropped open, ready to protest, but I didn’t let her.
Instead, I kissed her hard, crushing whatever complaint she had.
For a second, I thought she might push me away. If she did that, well, I’d let it go. I’d let this whole thing stay business-like between us. I’d stop trying to fuck her even though I wanted it badly.
But she didn’t. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her body against mine.
And that kiss was fucking right. It sent shivers down my spine, made my cock harder than granite. If we weren’t in public, I would have taken her then and there.
Instead, I pulled away and walked toward the street, holding her hand. “Taxi!” I yelled.
A cab pulled over and we got inside.
She looked at me, her mouth slightly open, her whole expression screaming sex.
15
Selena
I didn’t know what I was doing.
One second we were sitting at the bar, drinking and talking, and the next he was kicking the door open, kissing my neck, pulling at my dress.
He was so damn charming. Sitting at the bar, I totally lost track of time as he told me stories about his war days. They were funny, sad, intense, and I understood what America saw in him. He was so magnetic, and I felt good just sitting there talking to him.
And he wanted me. He made that clear, didn’t mess around about it. He wanted to take me, and all I had to do was let him.
Which was why I didn’t say no when he kissed me, or when he took me into the cab, or when he kissed me again in the hallway in front of our room.
I couldn’t say no. I’d been trying to deny it, trying to act like this was only a business transaction, but I could tell it was more.
He pressed me up against the shut door, kissing my neck.
“Fuck you drive me insane,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to taste this pussy, girl.”
He began to tug my dress up over my hips. I could feel how soaked I was, how excited I was, and although I knew this was probably a bad idea, I didn’t care. Because I wanted him and had ever since we’d first met.
He reached up my dress, up between my legs, rubbing my pussy over my ruined panties.
“Soaked,” he grunted. “Just like I knew you would be.”
“I can’t help it,” I gasped.
“Damn right you can’t,” he said, grinning. I felt him take the edges of my panties and pull them down around my thighs. His lips kissed my neck as his fingers found my soaked clit and began to slowly rub me.
Waves of pleasure ran through my mind. The man was insatiable, starving, and he came at my body like a hurricane.
“Fuck this pussy is nice,” he said. “You’re soaked for me. You’re begging for my thick cock.”
“Nash,” I moaned.
“That’s right,” he said. “Say my fucking name.” He slipped his fingers deep inside me and began to fuck me with them.
“Oh shit,” I gasped.
“God this tight fucking pussy is incredible.” He slipped his fingers back out and rubbed my clit, alternating between fucking me and rubbing my clit. His other hand felt my breasts and pulled my hair back, his lips gently roaming my skin.
Suddenly he pulled back, grabbing me by the hips and yanking me away from the door. He pushed me into the room, grinning at me. He pressed me down onto the couch, and I collapsed onto the cushions, laughing.
He stripped his shirt off, staring down at me. My dress was up around my hips, my panties down around my thighs. I stared at his muscular chest, at the scars dotting his skin, at the tattoos snaking up along his arms and chest. He was so muscular, so defined, so incredibly hot. I squirmed as he dropped down onto his knees, slowly peeling my panties off my legs.
