Unruly Urges (3 page)

I jump back.  “Oh, yeah.”  I pick my bag up from where it fell and dig until I find my cards and pull one free to hand to him.  “Wait.”  I grab my card back from him and write my personal cell number on the back.  “Call my cell.” 

He takes the card from me but doesn’t immediately release my hand.  He rubs my palm lightly with his thumb and all I can do is groan.

“Stephanie!”

I cringe at Christy’s impatient call.  “I’ve got to go,” I say as I scoot around the corner and head down the stairs only to stop half-way as I see Christy standing there with a smirk holding up
Liev’s
hard hat.

I race the rest of the way down the stairs and grab her by the arm pulling her to the car.  “I can explain.”

“You better, slut.”  Christy laughs.

“I’m not a slut,” I whine. 

“Tell that to the big, yummy man standing in the doorway with a goofy grin.”

I glance over my shoulder and sure enough,
Liev
is standing in the door with a huge grin.

I turn around, giggling as I grab Christy by the arm.  “Oh, God, I’m a slut.”

PERFECT STRANGERS

I
t doesn’t take much for my
ey
es to follow her as she moves across the room.  She’s impossibly beautiful. 
Abso-fuckin-lutely
gorgeous.  So with rapt consideration I watch her hips sway with an innate sensuality as she winds across the crowded bar. 

I do
n’t normally have issues f
inding company, but this lady is different.  She does
n’t belong in this bar.  She should be sitting at a table with a crystal goblet instead of drink
i
ng from a long neck bottle of beer.  The contrast
of her high-brow suit and
beer fascinates me.  I need to know more.  I want to know more.

I recognize that I want more.  That it would be nice to have someone to come home to.  So for the first time in a long while, I sit back impatiently in my usual corner booth and give her a few minutes to get situated
to
see if she is alone
before making a
move.
  The ten minutes seem
interminable.  If
I was standing, I would be
pacing back and forth.

“Is this seat taken?”  I ask
, my legs spread and my arms
folded across my chest
, my heart rate begins to accelerate
just a bit. 

She shakes her head.

“You look too good to be sitting her
e all alone,
” I say, my eyes taking in her fitted cotton T-shirt, tight jeans, and sandals.

“What makes you think I’m by myself?”  She flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulder.

I lean across her and lift my brow.  “I don’t see anyone next to you.”  I reach out a hand and swipe it over the bar looking down at my dry fingers.  “No wet ring.”  She flashes a skeptical frown.  “So this seat must have been empty for some time.”

She waves her hand in the air.  “It’s a free country.”

I drag a hand through my hair, hoping I’m playing her well.  I pull out the stool next to hers and sit down.  I hold up a finger and in less than thirty seconds a long neck is sliding in front of me.

She lifts her blonde brow.  “You must come here a lot.”

“After work a few days a week.”  I take a long pull from my bottle.  I watch from the corner of my eye as her eyes travel over my face and down my neck as my throat moves with each swallow.  “How about you?”

“I’ve been here a few times.”

I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Maybe you haven’t been looking.”

“You could be right.”
  I take a long drink from the beer and sit silently.

“Does this little attempt at seduction work on many women?”  She swivels on her high bar stool meeting my gaze.  “You look too good to be sitting her
e
all alone?”

“I’m only stating a fact.”  I lean in and inhale her fresh feminine scent
as
my already partia
lly erect cock twitches
behind the zipper of my jeans.

She snorts.  “Yeah.”  She lifts her empty bottle towards the bartender.

“Let me get this one for you.”

“Thank you.”  Straightening her back she
looks at me through narrowed eyes as if checking to
see if I’m worth her time and gives a slight shrug
.

She leans her elbow atop the bar.  “Is that the best you’ve got?”
  She wraps her lips around the mouth of her bottle and my horny as hell self nearly shoots its load.   

“What?”
  Now thanks to her glossed lips and a long-neck bottle I’m now sitting here with a raging hard-on. 

“Pick-up line.”  She smirks.

“Let me see…”  I rub my bottom lip with my finger and my thumb and reach back into the deep recesses of my mind for something different.  “Smoking is hazardous to your health…and baby, you’re killing me.”

She doesn’t respond.

             
“Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?”  I continue.

             
She gnaws on her lower lip as if trying to stop a smile from spreading across her face.  “Keep going.  I’m waiting to hear something good.”

“I seem to have lost my phone number.  Can I have yours?”  I cock a brow.

I watch as she moistens her
lips, then meets my laughing chocolate-colored
eyes.  I hold up my hand for another beer. 

“Thanks.”  I glance up at the bartender
, then at her
.  “Want one?”

She nods.

She looks down, then steals a glance at me. 
“How about, I’ve always felt there was a hole in my life, but you look about the right size to fill it.”  She laughs.

I sputter against the lip of my beer bottle.  “Damn, good one.”
  I adjust my jeans to make room for my ever-hardening dick.

She looks me up and down
with her pretty blue eyes with an air of confidence, but I can see her opening and closing her fists in her lap
.  “And I thought it was hot outside!”  She leans back against the bar and crosses her legs
, pleased with her pick-up line
. 

I immediately toss back,
“Smile if you want to sleep with me.”

She slides
gracefully
from her bar stool with a smile and holds out her hand. 

I pause enjoying our interplay.  Enjoying her femininity, but eager for the rest of the night’s entertainments.

She drops her hand. 
“
Suddenly you don’t want to see if I’m magically delicious
, Zane?”
  Cocking her hip, she plants her hand firmly at her waist and tilts her head as her eyes lock with mine.

My dick hardens even more at her mock-innocence. 
“
Hell-to-the-fuck no!
”   I toss a wad of bills on the bar and leap to the floor.  “Lead the way.”  I
reach down, pulling her right hand from her hip and
grip
it tightly
in mine
.  Practically
drag
ging
her from the bar.

“That’s better,” she calls from behind.  “When a woman says she ready to leave a bar with you, your ass better run.”

I look over my shoulder to see her brow arched
, slowing my steps when I see her nearly stumble.
  “Yes, ma’am.”  I grin, humor lacing my voice as I give her a jaunty salute.

Her grin a little wicked,
she
lick
s
her lower lip.

We walk about three more
feet,
I slow waiting for her to catch up.  I jerk her close; wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her up and back, flush against the solidness of my body before pivoting into the nearest ally.  I pin her against the side of the building, my left thigh thrust betwee
n her legs.  My cock now pressed
insistently against the join of her thighs.

“My dick
has been hard since you walked into the bar.”

“My pussy’s been dripping since I heard your voice.”  She moans and jerks her hips against my hard thigh.  “God you smell so good.” 

I capture her head between my palms and kiss her.  Thrusting my tongue brutally between her lips a
nd teeth as carnal desire curls
in my stomach as the bitter taste of beer and th
e sweetness of her saliva coats
my tongue.  Damn she makes me think of nasty, dirty fucking. 

“Zane.” 
She moans softly.

“Yeah, baby?”  I skim my fingertips up the inside of her thigh and her lips pa
rt slightly in
obvious surprise. 

She breathes deep.  “We’re in public.”  She looks at me with a worried look on her face.

“Oh and I know you like to fuck in public, don’t you, Nina.”  Her hair is mussed and her eyes fall closed.  I lean forward and lick her from chin to ear.  “My little exhibitionist,” I whisper, biting down on her ear.  I smile against
her face as
her breathing turns ragged and she cries out at the hint of pain.

Before she can say anything else, I kiss her, long, hard,
and
deep.  “Well it’s very difficult to fuck you up against this wall when you
have on a pair of jeans.”  I whisper
against her lips.

“Had I known some tall, dark, gorgeous man was going to fuck me in an alleyway tonight, perhaps I would have worn something
a little
different.”

“Now you know.”
  I flash a quick smile her way.  “Always be prepared.”

“I’m not a damn Boy scout.” 
She licks her lower lip, her tongue sliding inadvertently over mine in the process provoking a deep groan from my throat.

“I’m dying to see that pretty, little cunt of yours.”

“Is that a fact?”

“Oh, darling.”  I dig my hand into her hair and pull her head, exposing her throat to my wet mouth.  “It’s inevitable.” 

She moves against my leg, rocking her hot pussy against my thigh
and I imagine her swollen clit plumping with each pass back and forth.

“Are you trying to get off here in the alleyway without me?” 
God, I’m one lucky son of a bitch to be pressed against this sexy piece of ass.

She drops her head.  “I’m so horny.”  She draws in a steadying breath as she moves against me.
 

I can smell the scent
of her arousal surrounding us.  Overpowering my senses.

“I’m so wet.”
She reaches for my coc
k and strokes me through my jeans. 

“If you’re a good girl
,
I’ll let you suck my dick.”  I can feel her growing more and more wet with each grind of her pussy
, her head tipped
back. 

She continues to rock her hips enticingly, every few movement
s knocking against my turgid cock,
the wetness f
rom her dripping channel seeps through her thick jeans
making a wet spot on my leg.

“Keep moving
Nina.”  I pull down the neck of her T-shirt and shove her bra down revealing her hard, pink nipple
s
.  “God, your nipples are so hard.
”  I tease
her
left
nipple
with my right hand.  Twisting the tiny pink bud
hard, making her gasp.  “They’re begging to be sucked.”

“Yes.”  She begins panting hard and wiggling, wordlessly begging for her sweet release.

“You like this, don’t you, Nina.”  I lean forward with a flat tongue and scrape it over her nipple in back and forth licks causing a shudder to ripple through her.  Surrounding her nipple with my lips, I tug.  “You like the idea of getting caught.”  I bite down on the protruding flesh, my cock jumping at her cry.  “You want someone to see you come.”  I suck her nipple hard against the roof of my mouth. 

“Oh, God.” 

“Keep rocking those gorgeous hips of yours, Nina.  I’ll make you come.” 
My voice is soft
but full of promise.  She me
e
t
s
my gaze with glazed eyes, full of lust.
 

“Your tits are gorgeous, Nina.” I cup one breast in my palm.  “So pretty.”  I flick my thumb across the engorged tip, scratching lightly with my nail.

She
gasps, moving
against me as much as she can, wiggling, wanting more,
trying
hard to reach for her orgasm.