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“You think all this time…I’ve wantedyou?”He chuckles and I can feel my cheeks heating in humiliation.
I clear my throat and hop from the barstool, my legs wobbling slightly at the sudden change. “A simple no would have sufficed.” I bite my bottom lip before snatching my purse from the bar and fleeing for the bathroom for the second time today after an interaction with Vincent Maddox.
God, I fucking hate him.
2
Lauren
The ladies’ room is a one stall and I’m grateful for the privacy as I push my way inside and slam my purse down before staring at my reflection. My mascara has run from the crying I did earlier and has dried slightly beneath my eyes. My cheeks are red from all the emotions I’ve been feeling the past few hours and my bottom lip is swollen from my sinking my teeth into the flesh. I don’t look like a total train wreck but I’ve certainly looked better.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts and I look towards the door in annoyance at not being granted just one minute of peace today. “Just a second.”
The knocking accelerates, the staccato beats getting more aggressive with each pound. “What the fuck?” I growl as I swing the door open and I’m met with Vincent Maddox peering down at me before he’sinsidethe bathroom pushing mehardagainst the wall.
“What do you think you’re— “I start when his hand finds my mouth.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You’ve been a royal pain in my ass for fucking months, you know that Michaels?” I huff behind his hand and open my mouth slightly preparing to bite his palm but he pulls back before I can sink my teeth into the flesh. He leans forward, the smell of his cologne, his whiskey and the spearmint gum he’s chewing all sink into my skin. “You think you’re the woman I mentioned? That you’re the object of this “unrequited love” you speak of? News flash, Princess. You’re not. You’re a neurotic know-it-all that’s done nothing but make my life hell since you flew in on your broomstick,” he sneers.
“Fuck— “
“However,” he cuts me off and taps my nose, and despite my aggravation, I’m curious to hear what’s following that qualifier, “I’ve been fantasizing about pinning you to the conference room table and feeding you my cock until your cunt creams all over it since the first time I saw you from behind in that black pencil skirt. I’ve spent more time than I care to admit wondering what your pussy would feel like wrapped around my cock. What it would feel like under my tongue when I make you orgasm.” His hands have found their way to either side of my head as he leans down and speaks so close to my mouth I wonder if he's going to kiss me.
To be honest I think I would let him.
“I’ve almost broken my dick off thinking about you riding my cock as your fucking tits bounce. And what your smart-ass mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock. I want you, Lauren Michaels, but in no way, shape, or form am I in love with you.”
My mouth drops open at his sinful monologue. Under normal circumstances, I would have a comeback ready and waiting the second he referred to me as a witch. But I’m drunk. I’m also in a very enclosed space with quite frankly one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met. Even if he is also the most infuriating, my level of intoxication is allowing me to overlook that. Especially since said sexy man is talking about putting his mouth on my pussy which is currently pulsing faster with each passing second.
My conscience barely has a chance to screambad idea, abort missionbefore my lips are on his. My tongue pushes through his lips at the exact second his hands find their way into my hair. I told myself I wasn’t ready for this yet, but there is something about this man that makes me want to think with my hormones instead of my head.Or my heart.“Just sex. Just this once.” I let out a sigh as one hand drops from my hair and moves under my skirt and presses against my heated core.
“Fuck. Done.” He growls just before he bites down on my bottom lip. “But I want it all.” His tongue soothes the sting of his bite before moving down my neck and sucking at the skin just behind my ear.
“Define all,” I whimper.
“You know what the fuck I mean, Michaels. I want your mouth, your pussy, and your sexy little ass.” He tells me as he lifts me into his arms and pins me to the wall. My legs immediately wrap around him and I’mdizzy with more than just too much whiskey. His dick is stabbing my pussy and with each thrust I’m getting closer and closer to the edge.
“I don’t agree to those terms,” I snap knowing there’s no way I’m letting him stick his cock in my ass.
“Why? No room with the stick that’s lodged in there?” His fingertips dig into my ass cheeks as he continues to pound against me at a relentless speed. His forehead drops to my shoulder and he groans against my neck. “I’m going to come in my pants dry humping you in a bathroom like a fucking teenager at prom.” His thrusts become erratic and his breathing speeds up.
“Would you rather come on my tongue?”
And here comes bold Lauren. Sexy Lauren. Nasty Lauren.
He stops and pulls back slowly. His eyes dancing wildly with lust and surprise. He sets me to my feet and drops his pants in seconds, and I’m on my knees just as fast, sheathing my mouth around quite frankly one of the prettiest dicks I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve never been with a man that manscaped; I am used to a thrush of wild and untamed pubic hair, not the neat trim around a man’s shaft.
A loud guttural moan fills the stall and I know if anyone is waiting on the other side, they are well aware of what’s happening inside these four walls. A hand finds my hair pulling it into a ponytail on the top of my head as he thrusts into my eager mouth. “I need to see your face,” he growls. “Look at me, Michaels.” I look up at him and the second my green eyes find his, I’m lost. “God, you’re so fucking pretty.” He chokes out and it’s as if his words stoke the fire between my legs because my clit tingles almost painfully. My hand moves between my legs and into my panties, desperate for any bit of relief.
“If you think I’m going to let you come anywhere but, on my tongue, the first time, you’ve lost your fucking mind. Don’t touch your pussy, Lauren.”
“But…”
“Do. Not. Touch. Your. Pussy,” he commands, his cock pushing to the back of my throat with each word. I listen because I’ve readFifty Shades of Greyone too many times, so I’m pretty much conditioned to respond to any level of dominance. I slide my hand from between my legs as I continue to suck his cock. I wrap a hand, the same hand that was just between my legs around the base of his shaft and begin sucking him faster.
“I want to paint your face with my cum,” he growls and a part of me wants to tell him absolutely not. That he’s lost his mind if he thinks I’ll let him degrade me that way. But another part, a smaller yet louder part wants to tell him he can come anywhere he wants. That I want the degradation. I don’t feel humiliated, I feel empowered.
“Not here.” I pull him out and circle the head with my tongue before sliding my mouth back down his cock.
