I’m generally a control freak who likes having her posts ready well in advance, but this month has already worn me out. So I decided to cheat. 🙂
Here’s some smut for ya. It’s the (unedited) first draft of the opening chapter to my new WIP, One Last Night.
“So you’re a chef?” She was close, her lips almost touching his ear. Still, he barely made out her words. It wasn’t just the music blasting from the speakers next to them, it was the way his body hummed at her closeness.
Mike ran his fingers down her spine, enjoying the silky material of her dress almost as much as he enjoyed her pale blonde hair tickling his neck. “Yes. I’m actually a silent partner in Arbore’s,” he said. That line was usually a closer, with the Italian restaurant’s being up and happening again.
“No, actually, you’re not,” she said with a little laugh. “I still can’t believe Derek let you get away with this for so long.”
Her laughter, throaty and full, had sent an electric jolt through Mike, but her words made him stop caressing her back. “You know Derek?” Was she Derek’s family? Nah, Mike would have met her before. Maybe she was related to Amanda?
The blonde pulled his ear lobe between her lips and worried it with her teeth. “Do you wanna talk about this some more, or do you wanna fuck me?”
“Where?” Figuring things out could wait.
He nodded. “You go first and I’ll be there in two.”
“Or we could both go now.” She licked a trail up the side of his neck.
She was either the coolest or the craziest chick ever. He didn’t care to figure out which, because she was definitely the hottest, and that was all that mattered. He stood and held out his hand. She grabbed it and jumped up, then let him lead her downstairs.
The lack of a queue was a miracle, but Mike wouldn’t have minded cutting in front of an army to get inside the blonde next to him as soon as possible.
“I don’t even know your name,” he whispered in her ear. He didn’t have to duck his head; in her high heels, she stood almost as tall as he did. Which would work out awesomely for standing-up sex. For any kind of sex, really. The woman was a goddess.
She seemed to consider it a moment. “Ana,” she said. “Call me Ana.”
“But it’s not your real name?” That was a lame-ass question to ask. Especially after he’d lied about what he did for a living—well, the chef part was true.
“It’s a nickname I haven’t used in a while.”
He might have asked more, but she pushed him against the tiled wall and shoved her tongue in his mouth before the door had even swung closed behind them.
At a loss for words or not, he wasn’t the type to sit back and watch while a gorgeous and horny woman had her way with him. He held her to him and spun so she was sandwiched between him and the door. “I’ve wanted you since you walked in the restaurant,” he said. He wedged one thigh between her legs and busied his fingers with undoing his belt.
She nibbled on his jaw. “I know. It’s why I asked you for a drink.” She angled her hips, and naked wet flesh slid against his knuckles.
“I knew you’d appreciate it.”
Had she taken her panties off at some point between the restaurant and the club? She’d certainly had time to; she’d had dinner before nine, but waited for him to get off his shift at one in the morning. Irrational jealousy flooded his veins at the thought that maybe she’d left her home without underwear, hoping to meet someone—anyone—to give her a dirty fuck.
“Was it for me?” He managed an easy, conversational tone, as he slipped a finger inside her. She was hot and tight, and he could barely hold back from shoving his cock inside her to the hilt.
Her gasp turned into a mewl as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the blunt head of his cock against her clit. “Always for you,” she said.
Since she’d never laid eyes on him before tonight, her answer was a blatant lie, but it was good for his ego nonetheless. “Want my dick?” he asked.
“Yes.” She met and held his gaze, and there was a challenge in those baby blue eyes that he couldn’t ignore.
He took a step back and fished a condom out of his back pocket. Letting her stand there and watch him, he tore the packaging with his teeth and took his time rolling it down his length. She liked watching; he could tell. “Beg me for it,” he said, closing the distance between them.
“Please,” she said almost immediately.
He slanted his mouth to hers and took his time tasting her lips. He needed to do this his way, needed to regain control of the situation before he lost it like a horny teenager. When he felt her melt against him, her tongue seeking his, he whispered, “Turn around.”
She did, and he bent her over the nearest sink.
“Please fuck me. Now, Mike.” Their gazes met in the mirror, and hers held such longing the likes of which he’d never seen before.
Bullshit. She was just up for a good time—and wasn’t that a lucky coincidence?
He lifted the hem of her dress, tracing the perfect curve of her ass. One hand on her lower back, he began easing his length inside her, not taking his eyes off her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“No,” she said.
Mike froze in place. Had she changed her mind? Had he done something wrong? “Should I stop?”
“God, no!” She reached behind her, fisted one hand in his shoulder-length hair, and pulled him to her for a ferocious kiss that left his lips feeling swollen. “Stop being gentle. I want you to fuck me. Give me all you’ve got. And no talking.”
Mike had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He pushed inside her to the hilt and began thrusting as hard and fast as his need for release commanded. He could see her knuckles whiten with the intensity of her hold on the porcelain, and he dug his fingers in her hips and moved even harder, until he could hear the sink rattling.
When she tried to pull away, he held her in place by the nape of her neck and smacked her ass with enough force to leave a red hand print. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered, caressing the flushed skin.
Ana pushed back, and he snaked a hand around her to rub her clit at the rhythm of his thrusts.
She threw her head back, and Mike draped his body over hers and swept her blonde mane out of the way so he could lick the salty sweat trickling down her neck.
Everything about the woman was perfect, from her throaty moans to the way she clenched around him. He could hear people outside. Their coupling was no longer a secret, but all he cared about was the heavenly pussy he was pounding. He took in her blissful look, eyes hooded with lust but gaze never wavering from his as he drove their pleasure to ever higher peaks. She was the most erotic creature he’d ever met.
And when she came… The way she gave in to it, her body thrashing beneath him, her perfect teeth digging into the full flesh of her lower lip—if Mike believed in dating, he might have asked her out.
As things stood, he let her ride out her orgasm before focusing on expediting his. In mere seconds, he was almost there, but Ana’s voice cut through his lust induced haze.
“Wait. Want you in my mouth.”
He didn’t even change his pace, just pulled out, snapped off the rubber, and watched her sink to her knees in front of him. He hadn’t allowed her much space to negotiate her new position, but she managed to fold her lithe body and wrap her luscious lips around the head of his cock.
He was already coming when she took him down her throat and kept swallowing until he was spent.
If he weren’t the shallowest man on earth, he might have fallen for her right there and then.
Ana licked his cock clean and arched an eyebrow his way. “Are you going to help me up?”
“Of course.” He was pretty sure he stammered. He pulled her up and to him and gave her a lingering kiss—hey, if she was okay with swallowing his come, least he could do was taste it.
“Can I have your number?” he asked before he could stop himself.
She shook her head and gave him that same little laugh that said she knew so much more than he thought she did. “Oh, Mike, we both know you aren’t the guy to call back. I’d better go first this time.” She smoothed down her dress and raked her fingers through her hair. “Do I look like I was just fucked?”
“Oh, well.” She threw the door open and walked out before he’d even had time to tuck himself in.