Fall From Grace

GRACE

“Is that so?” I ask, biting my lip as I take in this stranger’s handsome face. His strong jawline and full lips have me mesmerized. Not to mention he fills that suit out so well. The muscles straining against the fabric. And I didn’t miss the way his thighs looked as he was sitting down. Thighs that are definitely strong enough to hold me up and fuck me against a wall.

“You wouldn’t be standing in front of me if you didn’t want to.”

Well, fuck, he has me there. There is just something about this man. I usually hate lawyers. I hate their cockiness and their know-it-all attitude. But this man plays it off differently, it’s sexy and dominating, and I am ninety-nine percent sure if he asked me to get on my knees and beg for him to touch me, I would.

“No names,” I blurt out.

He smirks at me. “No names.”

“No numbers.”

“Even better.”

“And if I want to leave after, I will.”

He laughs as he takes a step closer to me. “Baby, you won’t want to leave after because you’ll want my dick again.”

“So crass,” I tease.

“You don’t even know.”

Before I can get another word out, he is pulling me out the door and pushing me into an Uber. I have a second thought that maybe he is a serial killer. That his brother lured me in, but then I guess a cab would be stupid evidence.

His hand lands on my thigh as I break my stare from the window and turn to him.

“You nervous?”

I shake my head, suddenly feeling shy.

“Good. Because I’ve wanted to taste those bee-stung lips since the second you walked into that bar.”

Before I can even take a breath, his lips are on mine. Devouring me. His kisses hard and rough. The taste of whiskey and beer on his breath, I wonder if we are both too drunk to do this. But then his hand grips the back of my neck, pulling me into him so I am flush against his hard body, every inch of him hard. His hand winds up into my hair, yanking it back as his tongue glides down my neck and over to my ear.

“You’re wet now, aren’t you? Your body craving my touch as I control your movements.”

My eyes flicker over to the driver, and I see his eyes quickly glance away from the rearview. I whimper as he nibbles on my neck.

“I bet every inch of this body is sensitive. In need of a good fuck.”

I grip his knee at his words. Words that can’t be more true. I’ve fucked a few different men since I moved into my brother’s basement but none of them worth my time. None of them made me feel the way this stranger has with his words. The way my body responded as he spoke to me at the bar. The wetness between my thighs nearly embarrassing, that a man could turn me on from just words and the slightest of touches.

“I’ll take your silence for a yes,” he says. His fingers gliding up my thigh. “I bet I can feel the heat of your pussy through these jeans. Feel it craving my touch, my tongue, my dick.”

I squirm in my seat as my eyes flick back to the cab driver. The man’s hands are on my chin, turning my head to look at him, to meet the fire in his eyes.

He leans forward, his lips at my ear. “That man can watch. He can see the way I am turning you on with the slightest touch. His dick is probably hard watching you and me. Would you like that? Would you want someone to watch me fuck you?”

A shiver rolls down my spine as I shake my head. But deep down, I wonder what it would be like, to let myself go completely. To let this man take me in this cab, or maybe outside. Where someone could easily see what he is doing to me.

I let my fingers glide up his forearm as he continues to whisper dirty things into my ear. My mind is fogged over by this man. The richness of his scent, the huskiness of his words, the tension in his muscles. I don’t even realize we’ve stopped until he pulls away from me. A cool night breeze is blowing into the car when I notice he’s opened the door and stepped out.

He leans his forearms on the doorframe as he peers in and looks at me. “Are you coming inside or going to take this Uber home?”

I grab my bag and scramble out of the car. I barely pay attention to the house in front of me. Too occupied with this stranger’s arm wrapped around my waist. The way his fingers glide along my stomach under my shirt.

He presses a code into the keypad lock on the door and pulls me inside. The alcohol clearing from my head the instant he slams me into the wall across from the door. His lips are on my neck as he wraps his hand around my ponytail, pulling my head back to give him access. I moan as his teeth graze my collarbone.