I nodded in the direction. “Over that way.”
She moved off her stool and slid her bag along the bar towards me. “You watch that. I’ll be right back.” Without waiting for my response, she took off in the direction I’d indicated. I watched her go, finding something about her that was definitely my type. Her ass. It had to be one of the best I’d ever seen. Desire slammed into me. I wanted to hold that ass in my hands before the night was over.
“You want another drink, buddy?” the bartender asked.
I dragged my gaze from her ass and answered, “Just keep ‘em coming.” I retrieved some cash from my wallet and placed it on the bar. “Keep hers coming too, until that runs out.”
She surprised the hell out of me by only taking a couple of minutes. I raised my brow at her while she settled herself back on the stool. “That was quick.”
Reaching for her drink, she said, “I did what I needed to do. Besides, I needed this drink so there was no time to waste.” Her words had barely left her lips when she sculled her drink.
“I’ve never known a woman who didn't fuck about when they went to the ladies'.”
She placed her drink on the bar and slid it towards the bartender who nodded and began making her another. “Yeah, well today, I couldn't give a shit about my hair or makeup. And that’s saying something because if you knew me, you’d know I normally spend hours on my appearance. You know what, though? Today I realised what complete asses some people can be, and I just want to sit here and stew in my own misery.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “And drink. I want to fucking drink until I can’t remember his fucking name. And then tomorrow, I might go around to his place and trash it and fuck his car up. That’ll serve the asshole right.” Again, she paused before her face lit up and a wicked grin crossed it. “Fuck, and then I’ll send my brother over to finish the prick off. He won’t know what fucking hit him.” She raised her glass at me. “Cheers!” She lifted the glass to her lips and grinned at me before throwing it back.
I returned her smile. “Remind me to never piss you off.” The hostility she displayed towards whoever had screwed her over caused desire to coil in my gut. I wanted to help her fuck the asshole up. “What did he do?”
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she ran a hand through her long hair. “What they all do. He cheated on me.” She leant forward and pinned me with a hard stare. “Do all men cheat? Is it like an impulse they can’t control or something, because I gotta tell you, just about every guy I’ve dated has cheated on me.”
“You’re dating the wrong men, darlin’. I’ve never cheated, and never contemplated it. Sure, I don’t miss a beautiful woman when she walks past, but my dick stays firmly where it belongs.”
She assessed me for a few moments before leaning back away from me. “I actually believe you because there’s no reason for you to lie to me. But you’re fucking hot, so I’m kinda struggling to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.”
“Just because a woman is up for it doesn’t mean a man has to go there.”
“Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I think only three of them didn’t cheat on me.”
“Like I said, you need to look for different men.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m swearing off men for awhile.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thoughts running through my head at her declaration. Fuck, she’d managed to pull me from my foul mood, something not many people could do. “You gonna try pussy for awhile, darlin’?”
Another drink had been placed in front of her and she was just taking a sip when I asked her that question. She almost spat it out. “Who’s to say I haven’t already tried it?” She shifted on her stool to face me, and levelled a sexy grin on me, waiting for my comeback.
This conversation was just warming up and my day was taking a turn for the better. I hadn’t flirted with a woman in a long time; it was almost like the art of it was dying. The women I met simply threw themselves at me. There was no challenge anymore and I fucking missed it, missed the chase. I let my gaze drop to her lap and then slowly lifted it back up to her eyes before saying, “Nothing like the taste of a woman on your tongue, is there?”
She didn’t miss a beat. “The only thing better is a man’s cum sliding down your throat while your lips are wrapped around his cock and you’re holding his balls in your hand.”
Jesus Fuck. She was a dirty bitch and my dick ached for that mouth of hers. I leant towards her, our faces close. Tracing her lips with my finger, I murmured, “Anytime you want to wrap these lips around my cock, you just say the word.”
She stared at me for a couple of moments in a trancelike state before finally smiling lazily and reminding me, “I’ve sworn off cock, remember?”