I laughed, and drank some of my scotch. “I remember, darlin’, but I’m not suggesting a long term thing here. I only want your mouth for one night.”
She raised her glass in the air before taking a sip of it and saying, “The night is young, Romeo. I’m not easy though. You want me, you have to work for me.”
“The name’s Havoc,” I informed her as the thrill of the chase kicked in at her words. If she wanted me to work for it, I was gonna fucking work her hard once I got it.
Frowning, she muttered, “You bikers have weird names sometimes. Where did you get that one from?”
Dark images flooded my mind—shit she didn’t need to know and shit I didn’t want to think about. “Not going there with you,” I rumbled.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As the words left her mouth, someone pressed play on the jukebox in the corner and she turned to the sound of the music. “What the hell is this?”
“That’s a classic. You don’t like the Eagles?”
Turning back to me, she answered, “I could do without them.” She jumped off her stool and muttered something about checking out what other music was on the jukebox as she stalked across the room towards it.
I watched her ass again and enjoyed the anticipation running through me. She would be mine tonight, and that pretty little mouth of hers would be sucking my dick while her hands worked their magic on my balls. No fucking way was she getting away with teasing me like that.
She spent some time at the jukebox and when the Eagles finished, she selected a song and then made her way back to me. I didn’t know the song, but I didn’t care. My attention was on her tits now. Even though they weren’t the handful I usually preferred, they were still tits, and a man would take what he could get. And fuck, I wasn’t complaining; between her ass, and her dirty mouth, I couldn't care less how big her tits were.
Once she settled back on her stool, I asked, “Do you always leave your bag with complete strangers?”
“No, but there’s something about you, Havoc. Something I think I can trust.”
“Jesus, woman, you give your trust too fuckin’ easily.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust you? Cause I gotta admit, I don’t fuck men that I don’t trust.”
She was playing with me now, and fuck if I didn’t like it. “Baby, you can trust me with your pussy. I know how to take care of that real well.” I watched her closely, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing picked up. She was just as turned on as I was.
Her mouth parted slightly, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before she bit it. When she spoke, her voice was low and huskier than before. My gut tightened with want, the need to get inside her strong. “I bet you’ve got mad skills with that dirty mouth of yours, but I’m not sure about your cock yet. Is it as talented as your mouth?”
I grabbed her hand and guided it to my crotch. Pressing it against the bulge there, I growled, “My dick will worship your pussy in ways you’ve never even imagined, darlin’.”
She ran her hand over me, and moved her face to mine so that our lips were close. “I said you’d have to work for it, but I think I’ve changed my mind. I’m ready to sample this cock of yours, Havoc.”
I resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder and leave straight away. Instead, I kept my movements and voice controlled. “You sure about that? Once we leave here, I’m not letting you go, so be clear on what you want.”
As she continued to tease my dick, she reached for her bag with her free hand, and said, “I’ve never been more sure of a man. Sexy as sin, dirty mouth and a dick to die for—what else could a girl want?”
Feral desire coursed through me, and I was done. Done waiting and done checking to make sure this was what she wanted. I stood and reached for her hand, gripping her wrist tightly. I led her out of the bar without a word exchanged.
When we made it to my bike, I shoved a helmet at her and waited for her to climb on behind me. She wrapped her hands around my waist and held on tight as we sped off into the night. I was staying at a motel not far from the bar, thank fuck, and we quickly reached our destination. Pulling up outside my room, I cut the engine and got her inside fast.
I needed to have her under me. Everything about her consumed every one of my senses.
Her eyes communicated her want.
Her voice dripped sex, weaving a spell over my cock.
Her touch shot heat through my body.
I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten to me like this.
Once inside, I kicked the door shut behind us, slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. “You’re mine to do what I want with tonight,” I growled in her ear.
One of her hands moved to my ass and the other tangled in my hair, pulling my face down to hers. “So long as you fuck me long and hard, I’ll do whatever you say,” she promised on a soft moan.