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My teeth dig into my bottom lip, and I wait in anticipation to see what his next move is.
ChapterFour
Leo
When Trista first walked into the bar, I was drawn to her like a bear to honey.
She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I was captivated. She took my breath away.
Imagine my luck when she sat right next to me. I started sweating. My heartbeat was pumping against my ribs. My cock came to life, and I got this strange, brewing tension in my stomach.
I came to this hole-in-the-wall bar on a whim after my partner had a family emergency and had to fly out. While Uncle Joe’s isn’t the type of place I normally get drunk in, I didn’t come here to make friends. All I wanted was a drink and maybe something to eat. The last thing I expected was to find a woman for the night who looks like Trista.
Her green eyes remind me of someone who’s sad in the summertime. They’re missing that sparkle. She makes me want to put the life back into them. And her body, fuck, she walks with a body that should be praised. Her blond hair is frizzy and wild, and her pouty mouth is downright adorable.
Then her ex appeared, throwing a curveball into the mix. He ate her alive with his eyes, and I couldn’t stand to see it. He doesn’t deserve her after what Trista told me. So after a few shots of liquid courage, I ask her to stay the night. She wants a hot and dirty one-night stand. I have what she’s looking for. I convince Trista to let me act as her boyfriend. Though, it didn’t seem like she needed much convincing. I’ll show her ex what he lost. Coming from a man, I know he’s regretting his decision by the way he’s looking at her.
I step into the bathroom as Trista is washing her hands. She’s startled to see me. I shut and lock the door then spin around and stride over to where she’s standing. I didn’t appreciate the way little Timmy spoke to me at the bar, insinuating shit, so I’m going to eat Trista out until she can barely walk. When he sees how flushed she is, he’ll think I fucked her in the bathroom.
Trista steps backward until I’m pushing her against the wall with my body. My hips press into her soft belly. I cup the side of her neck and tip her head back, rotating my hips into hers so she feels how hard I am for her.
“He wanted me to have coffee with him and not tell you.”
“He wanted you to cheat,” I state. It’s obvious to a man what he’s after. “Sounds like he’s regretting his decision.”
The corners of her pouty mouth lift just a fraction. “Where does he think you are right now?”
“He doesn’t know I left. His date was talking to him when I walked away.”
I feel her swallow under my palm. My gaze falls to her mouth and I decide that’s enough talking. I slant my lips over hers, and she opens immediately, allowing me to slip my tongue inside and tangle around hers. Desire zips up my spine. She strokes me back with the same intensity and it turns me on higher. Trista drapes her arms over my shoulders and deepens the kiss. Passion brews between us. I can’t wait to get her back to my room so I can take my time with her.
My hands skim down her sides and over her round ass. I groan at her softness. She has two balloons back here I hadn’t seen until she walked away. My tongue was nearly wagging by the time she rounded the corner and disappeared. I watched them bounce with each step she took, fantasizing what my tongue would feel like between them.
I press my fingers into her softness and moan into her mouth. She’s like holding a pillow I can’t wait to bury my head in. Trista rubs her pussy on me. I bet she would come so quick at the touch of my fingers since she hasn’t had sex in months based on what she told me. She reaches between our bodies and strokes my cock over my dress pants. My hips press into her palm and my dick swells blissfully.
Trista lets out a kitten purr and wraps her fingers around my tip. She squeezes and I hiss in a breath. A shot of lust shoots straight to my balls. Breaking away from the kiss, she stares at me with glossy eyes. Trista licks her lips. I can’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my dick. She tastes like I’m about to become addicted, and that worries me.
“Pull your dress up,” I say, breathing heavily. “And spread your legs.”
Normally, I’d let the woman suck me off before I fuck her, but since Trista is coming home with me, we have all night for that. Right now, I just want a taste of her, and I’m not leaving without it. By the time I’m done with her, she’s going to ask if she can suck my cock as a thank-you.
Trista bunches the tight dress in her fists and shimmies it up to settle on her waist. My mouth waters at the sexy sight before me, and I swallow thickly with need. She’s all flesh and thickness. I want to get lost in her curves. She’s wearing black lace underwear and matching thigh-high stockings.
“Leave the stockings on. Take the panties off and step out of them.”
My voice is low and guttural, but she doesn’t question me. As soon as the material hits the floor, I fall to my knees. Her eyes widen down at me. Trista reaches out, but I grab both of her wrists and pin them to the sides of her body. I stare up at her.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Making sure you know you’re coming home with me.”
I lean forward and kiss her pussy, delving my tongue between her lips. Her back arches, and she lets out a deep, long moan. She squirms against my face with nowhere to go but to feel my tongue on her clit. Her strain against me dissipates and her stance miraculously widens. I do it again, this time stroking further between her pussy lips that she’s angling her hips in my direction now. I smile inwardly, proud one stroke was all it took. Letting go of her wrists, I rub myself all over her opening, and she bucks against my face. She’s slippery and juicy. I pull her swollen lips back with the pads of my thumbs and lick her clean. The bathroom echoes with the slurping sound my mouth makes as I eat her out. I go to town and her thighs tremble. She’s dripping down my chin and rubbing her pussy over my stubble. She’s already close to orgasming. Trista cups the sides of my head and holds me to her. I love when a woman takes control like this. Like she knows exactly what she wants and will use me to get it. My cock is like a stone hanging painfully between my legs.
“Leo.” She pants.
My name is a whisper on her lips.
I hum my response with my mouth suctioned around her clit. Trista sucks in a breath. Using her wetness, I coat my index finger and then slowly insert it into her entrance. Her pussy walls are warm and pillowy soft, like a teenage dream. I can’t wait to be inside of her. Before she gets too much pleasure, I pull my lips off her clit and glance up. Her jaw hangs in astonishment.
