I help her get her underwear and jeans back in place, and then she looks at me expectantly. I feel my chest almost puff out at the look I’ve put on her face. Fuck, I wasn’t even this proud when I became an agent. That alone lets me know what she means to me.
She still hasn’t taken her arms down, and the fact that she’s still waiting on my permission it does something wonderful inside my chest.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and reach up, removing my belt and helping her take her hands down. She doesn’t respond to my comment, but I can see the blush on her cheeks again.
After I put my belt on, I can see her looking anywhere but at me. I don’t want her to regret agreeing to go to my place, but it’s going to happen.
I push her up against the door again with my body, and hold her face with both hands.
“Tell you what. You come back to my place tonight, and let me make you cum some more. We don’t have to fuck, but I want you in my bed. You can call and tell whoever you want where you are, so they know you’re safe, but I swear on my honor, I won’t hurt you.”
CHAPTER THREE
CAS
I’ve had men look at me with lust in their eyes before, but something about the way Vincent looks at me is different. His gray eyes are soft around the edges and look almost pleading. This from a man who just made me tell him he could have me, it seems almost laughable. I told him for tonight, but I’ve got a feeling he’s not going to be satisfied with only that. This should have me running for the door, but there’s just something about this man. How could a man’s eyes look pleading, but also like a predator watching his prey?
His thumb strokes my cheek, while his eyes watch mine. This is going further than I want it to. I just want a quick fuck, but something is telling me that once Vincent gets his hooks in me, I won’t be able to get loose. He’s making me feel things I shouldn’t. It’s all too soon and too fast. I’m better at a distance in all things, but he hasn’t let me have any since the moment he got a hold of me.
All my senses are still on high alert from the powerful orgasms that just rocked my world. I hear his deep breaths, and I can feel the wetness that’s causing my panties to stick to my pussy.
I need a second to collect my thoughts.
“Tonight?” I ask, stalling for time. Vincent shifts, rubbing his cock against me. His highly impressive cock that, only moments ago, came from just eating my pussy. Well, maybe he was stroking himself too. Each orgasm seemed to happen so fast and close together that I lost track of everything but my clit in his warm mouth. Shifting against him, I become uncomfortably aware that it’s been over six months since I had a cock inside me. I think about his cock and the size of it, and it makes my pussy clench.
His mouth twists into a half smile showing off his perfect white teeth. “Am I scaring you?”
“A little,” I whisper, letting the words fall out of my mouth before I can grab them back. That seems to keep happening with him, and it’s another reason I need to get away from him.
“That’s too bad, Mackenzie, because I’m not backing off you now. I said I would own you if I made you cum, and I did. Multiple times in fact.”
His eyes narrow on me, making it hard to breathe. Never in my life have I reacted to a man this way. A muscle jumps in his jaw, and I notice for the first time the stubble that peppers it. I may not have noticed it, but the slight burn on the inside of my thighs lets me know it had been there the whole time. I bet he’s one of those men who has to shave twice before lunchtime.
“I was faking it, but if you want to hold me down and try again, I’m game,” I counter, trying to break some of the tension in the room. His piercing gray eyes are starting to make me think he can see through me.
“I’d be more than happy to do it again…all night if you’ll let me.” Leaning in, he licks the seam of my lips, giving me a taste of myself. “But this time I want your back on my bed. That was the deal.”
You can do this, Mac. You always stay calm and two steps ahead of yourself. Follow him home, let him fuck the shit out of you, then sneak from his bed before morning. If he can fuck half as good as he can eat pussy, then losing the ability to come back to this bar will be worth it. I’ll never have to see him after tonight. No way could he find me on first name alone. I don’t have my cut on. I never do when I come here. Men seem to be intimidated by it, and no one wants to fuck a chick they’re half scared of.
Licking my lips so my tongue grazes his, I hear his quick inhalation of breath, and feel his cock jerk against me. My pussy dampens even more at his response to me. To know that I get him this worked up, that he’s so into the idea of taking me home and eating my pussy all night, I’d have to be fucking crazy to turn that down.
“You’re on. How about I clear out my tab while you clean up your mess?” I say while pushing on his chest. He doesn’t move for a few beats, just studies me. He seems to be better at reading people than I am. His eyes are calculating, and I know he’s thinking I might bolt. He’s right to wonder, because the idea is still sitting in the back of my head.