I could only nod my consent with a lopsided smile. The truth was she could ask me anything and I’d agree. Pressure built up as she pulled me to a darkened storefront, the neon sign that read,Arcadia Bar flickering sporadically, like a beacon calling us into the night.
“A little help?” she asked with a dare in her eyes, jiggling the locked door handle.
Someone was feeling naughty.
With a flick of my wrist and a murmur under my breath, the lock clicked open—a simple trick, but effective.
Miranda's grin was all the thanks I needed as we slipped inside. She closed and locked the door behind us before leading me into the darkness of the empty arcade bar. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer, disinfectant cleaner, and the ghost of laughter, but now it was our playground.
The arcade machines stood silent, their screens dark, waiting for the touch of eager players. But tonight, they had an audience of two.
Miranda's hand found mine in the dark, her touch electric. “This is insane,” she whispered, but I could hear the thrill in her voice, the excitement that mirrored my own.
Our bodies met, and the world narrowed to the space between us. I captured her lips with mine, the kiss deep and hungry, fueled by the adrenaline of our earlier battle.
Hands roamed, exploring, as we made our way down the rows of arcade machines, our moans mingling in the quiet bar. I backed her up to a pinball machine, the cold glass pressing against her back. Her legs wrapped around my waist as our kiss deepened, desperate and consuming.
The flickering neon lights painted us in surreal colors, casting long shadows that danced around us as I battled her hot, sweet mouth for dominance. Miranda clawed my shirt off like an unhinged animal. The sensation of being filled and engorgedwith desire was overwhelming. My arousal grew until it was almost painfully hard and throbbing in anticipation.
She bit and nipped at my lips, only stopping when I yanked her top off. Taking advantage, I dropped my mouth to bite and suck at her puckered nipples. The distinct taste of her skin filled my senses, ripping a groan from my throat.
Miranda cursed and moaned, her movements more desperate by the second. She shoved me away to kick off her boots and rip off her tight pants while I hurriedly tore mine off, so we were both naked. She only paused to gingerly place Bob behind the bar, as if he needed to be out of sight.
“I’ve seen these machines on movies and television, but I'm not really sure how they work,” I confessed. I was doing anything I could to distract myself from the blood rushing south. My control was slipping fast, and I didn’t want to scare her off.
“I can show you how to play,” she said, her voice husky. With that, she pushed me back then dropped to her knees. She engulfed my cock in her hot mouth. My arm shot out to grip the counter of the bar.
“Oh fuck me,” I groaned, panting. “You better stop or this is going to be over quick.”
Her lips curved around my dick that felt more like a heartbeat about to explode. Deft fingers reached up and began to stroke my balls as she took me all the way down her throat. She let out a low sultry hum in her throat that vibrated up into my balls.
Oh fucking hell.
My abs flexed at the way she sucked me into the tight hot heaven of her mouth. A coil of heat and tension tied a string together from my spine to my testicles and drew upward too fast. My mind clouded.
I was going to lose it.
When I tried to pull away, she sunk her fingers into the meat of my ass, keeping me in place.
Control freak.
Fuck, she was dominating and playful and I loved every godsdamn second.
“Fuck sweetheart, I’m going to?—”
Her nails dug harder into my ass, unrelenting in her wet sucking, taking me all the way in over and over.
I threw my head back. White sparks exploded in my body as I came down her throat. Miranda didn’t stop, swallowing every last drop of my desire. My head was far too light and fuzzy, and nothing made sense except the woman on her knees in front of me.
“Oh shit,” I breathed.
Miranda’s nails grazed down the front of my bare thighs, and she looked up at me with a sultry gleam in those cat-like eyes. For a minute, I forgot she was mortal. Naked, on her knees before me, she was a seductive, otherworldly creature that I didn’t deserve, but fucking hell if I wasn’t going to take her.
The way her skin gleamed, so soft, over taut, long muscles made my fingertips prickle, and those seductive eyes and full lips had my chest wrenching in a vise.
She may be on her knees, but I worshiped this woman and always would. Eternity meant a very real thing to immortals, and as a god, I’d easily pledge it all away to her.
Pulling her to her feet, I teased and kissed her full lips and tasted myself, which sent twinges of desire pulsating back through my cock.
