trying to leave. I knew he looked familiar. “Hi,” I return his smile and tilt my head, allowing my hair to frame my face. “And you look just as nice as you did last week. Do you work in the area?”
“Yeah. I’m in finance—stocks and bonds mostly. You?”
“Numbers cruncher at Smith and White.”
A feral grin sparks in his eye and I wonder if he could be wild in bed. The guys I’ve had lately have all been such a let down, never really impressing me… or more importantly, never getting me off. I swear it seems like years since I’ve had a good lay. And I will not settle for a guy who can’t rile my blood.
“Want to go catch some dinner at a place more quiet?” Tall and handsome asks.
“I’d love to.”
Two hours later and his hairy thighs are nestled deep between my own. “Damn, you’re fine, Candy.”
Each thrust of his prick sends currents of pleasure through me. If he’d just grind a little harder on top I’d be able to come. Angling my pelvis, I dig my heels into his ass, “More, baby, get it in there.” A grunt in response and the pace picks up, going deeper. “That’s it, nice and hard.”
Sweat drips from my lover’s face onto mine. Ewww… what a way to ruin the moment. “Brian?”
“Mark.”
“Mark what?” The pumping slows.
“My name is Mark.” He’s wearing an unhappy, kind of crushed look.
“Sorry, about that.” Leaning in, I touch my lips to his in a kiss. A warm, moist, lasagna-tasting mouth latches onto mine and it takes a moment for either of us to come up for breath. “Can I get on top?”
“Sure,” he says with a playful nip to my bottom lip.
Mark plops down on the mattress next to me with an eager expression. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” He chuckles at his own joke, patting his thighs to encourage me to mount him.
Good God, this one’s an idiot, too.
An hour later and I’m back at the bar. Tommy called me and said it was urgent, something to do with work. I didn’t need much of a reason to push Mark out the door, but am happy to report he left without a qualm. I have his number, which I’m not sure I’ll be using.
Sexually frustrated and keyed up, I scan the packed room for my co-worker. “Question on the account, my ass. Where the hell is he?” Grabbing my cell, I dial his to track him down.
“Candy?”
“Yeah, Tom. Where the hell are you?”
“I’m in the back, down the hall. It’s quieter here.”
“Fine. I’ll come to you.” Pressing my way through the throng, I make it to the dark hall leading to the bathrooms. “Tom?” A hot hand latches onto my arm and pulls me into a side storage room. “What the hell are you doing?”
A strip of dark cloth covers my eyes and I’m pressed into a shelving rack. Rough movements tie the material at the back of my head and a hard body presses into mine from behind. “You’ve been a bad girl, Candy.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Tommy? Let me go now or I’m going to scream.”
“Oh, you’ll scream all right, but not in fear or anger.” Hands reach around and grab my breasts through my cotton top. Despite just having sex with another man, my body responds and my nipples tighten.
“Not funny, man. Look, I know you’re not a rapist. You should really stop now before you do something illegal.”
Clever fingers twist my hardened peaks, drawing a gasp from me.
“I know what you need, Candy.”
“Really? Cause if you did you’d be letting me go right now. I don’t like this kind of shit.”
My shirt pushes up and cool air tickles my exposed flesh. “You don’t even know what you like. You fumble with the wrong men and think telling them what to do will get you what you need.”
His comment strikes a little too close to home, but I’ll be damned if I tell him. Grasping fingers have worked the cups of my bra down, and now stretch my elongated aroused nipples. The inability to see him touching me feels rather freeing. Like it’s not quite happening to me. Moisture gathers in my panties and despite my complaints, I can’t deny this is turning me on.
“Tom—”
“Shh… Don’t say a word. Just feel for a few minutes.” He removes his hands from my tits and guides my own to hold onto one of the shelves I’m pressed against.
The workout pants