Big O Box Set

“How about this,” she says to me, leaning in close so that no one else can hear, like she’s about to tell me a secret. “Why don’t I get you a cab and you go on home, because once the O-Maker gets a look at me, you don’t stand a chance. And I will have him tonight.” She sits up straight and licks the rim of her glass, leaving a blue stain on her tongue. “You should slip out the back real quick. I’ll tell him you weren’t feeling well.”

I want to slap that smug look off her face. Normally, I would be intimidated by a woman this beautiful, but now, I’m too pissed for that.

“Fat chance, but nice try,” I say.

Her cocky smile morphs into something ugly and pinched. “You had your chance with him, so fuck off.”

She steps off the barstool, towering over me while I sit. If she thinks physical intimidation will work on me, she has another thing coming. I was the captain of the girls’ ice hockey team in high school, and I have a mean right hook. Just one push in those mile-high stilettos and she’d hit the ground.

“Hello, is this a friend of yours?” Heath says, seeing me in a heated conversation with his admirer.

“Nope. Just another O-Maker groupie it seems,” I say, unable to mask the irritation I feel. If this is what it’s going to be like going out with him in a town he doesn’t even live in, I don’t know if it’s even worth it. I can’t keep feeling like I’m in a battle for his attention. It’s too much work, and my self-esteem can’t keep taking hits like this. Eventually I’m going to sink. This never used to be such a problem for me.

He turns his back on her to face me. The obvious dismissal has her stomping away with a string of Spanish cuss words flowing behind her.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve known this little internet firestorm of ours would follow us to the bar.”

I stare straight ahead, at the bright colored fish in the tank behind the bar. “It’s fine,” I say, voice flat and emotionless.

He leans into me, lips brushing against my ear, warm breath caressing my skin. “Let me make it up to you,” he says. His hand touches my knee, sliding up my leg and between them.

I let out a quivering breath as his fingers tickle my inner thigh. Spreading my legs, I give him access to everything. All is forgiven with a single touch.

“What if someone sees?” I whisper, voice barely audible against the hum of voices and the music playing in the background.

“Who cares?”

Certainly not me at this point. My eyes close, mouth parting as he massages me through my jeans, making me wet.

“I want to feel your tight cunt around my cock again,” he says in a hushed voice that draws the lubrication right out of me as if he’s some kind of pussy whisperer. “I want your warm, silky body to swallow me up.”

His breathing gets heavier, hotter against my skin. I reach out. When I touch the hard mound of flesh beneath his jeans, he shudders and sucks in a breath.

“I want you so bad it hurts,” he says in a strangled voice.

He presses harder against my hand and I can’t help the sigh that pushes past the seal of my lips. “I need you to fuck me,” I say. “I don’t care where. I just need you inside of me.”

He grabs me by the arm. I stand up. He pulls me toward the back of the bar. At first I think we’re about to leave out a back exit, but instead he pushes me into what looks like an office space the size of a small closet—just big enough to fit a tiny desk and a chair—and shuts the door behind him.

“What if we get caught again?” I say, not really caring. I already have his pants unbuttoned and I’m fishing for his cock.

“Then we’ll give them a show they won’t ever forget,” he says.

Kneeling, I grasp onto him, and hear the breath leave his lungs in a loud whoosh. He makes my hands look tiny. Even with both of them stacked up and wrapped around his girth, the head still pokes out. I suck him into my mouth, tongue cradling the underside. He grabs the back of my head, gently rocking into me. The salty taste of pre cum coats my tongue as I swirl my tongue around the rim of his head. His fingers close around my hair, and he leans my head backward in order to sink deeper into my throat. He lets out a deep, animal sound and starts to fuck my face with enthusiastic thrusts until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

“Look at me when you suck my cock,” he says in a graveled voice weighed down by desire. I look up to meet his gaze. My eyes start to water from having my mouth opened so wide, and a tear rolls down my cheek. “Your mouth feels so good,” he says.

I relax enough to where I don’t gag. I take all of him, my throat stretching to accommodate his size. When he finally pulls out, I gulp down a greedy breath, drool sliding down from the corners of my mouth. I lick my way down his thick shaft to his balls, taking them in my mouth and rolling them around with my tongue, making sure to keep eye contact with him the whole time. He shoves his dick back down my throat again and vigorously humps away.

He stares down at me, eyes wild and wanting. “I need that pussy,” he says, and slides out of my mouth.

He grabs me by the armpits, hauling me to my feet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for a week,” he says.

I love the way he talks dirty to me. It makes me feel slutty and sexy, and extremely turned on.

He turns me around and bends me over the desk. He reaches down to his pocket and hurriedly takes out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth and sheathing himself with shaking hands. He then yanks down my jeans and panties so my ass is bared to him. He gives it a hard slap and I yelp from the sting of it. His fingers reach between my legs. I look over my shoulder to watch him. He takes the juices running down my leg and slathers it over the head of his dick before taking aim. With a hard thrust, he slams into me so hard I nearly buckle under the weight of him.

“You like that big cock filling your pussy?” he says.

I’m barely able to get any words out between his thrusts. “You feel so good inside of me,” I say breathlessly.

He pulls out and spins me around to face him, pushing me back down to my knees. “Suck it. I want you to lick off your juices.” I open my mouth wide, taking him in. I can smell and taste myself on him, thick and sweet. He strokes the base of his dick while I polish the head. “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

All I can do is nod as he continues to push in and out of my mouth. A few more minutes of me giving him head and he pulls back out, bending me over the desk again. I’m like some kind of puppet, my body twisting whichever way he likes. And as it turns out, whichever way he likes is the way I like it as well. I love it when a man takes control in the bedroom. I’m more than happy to submit.

With my ass facing him, he takes my left leg and props it up on top of the desk, spreading me wide open. When he pushes into me this time, he’s all the way in, practically pushing into my womb. As long as I relax it doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels divine. I’ve heard of cervix orgasms before, and have always wanted to have one, but unfortunately never had a boyfriend big enough to pull it off. Telling by the building pressure in my center and the way my pussy muscles are starting to contract, I may just experience my first one ever. I’m more than excited about it too, pushing back into him.

“Fuck me hard,” I cry. “Don’t hold back.”

I’m almost there, but not quite. I can feel myself right on the cusp, and it’s stellar, but for some reason that orgasm is just out of reach. He starts to fuck me harder, to the point where my body is slamming against the desk, clit furiously grinding into paperwork scattered across the tabletop. His thumb touches my asshole, massaging. I don’t resist. It feels too good. I think he spits either onto his hand or onto the hole itself because suddenly it’s slippery wet and his thumb slides right into my back entrance.

That’s it. That’s all my body can take. My orgasm slams into me and I’m howling with ecstasy, screaming out his name. “Oh, yeah, oh fuck.” The lewd words spill out of me as my pussy contracts, milking his cock.

He lets out a fierc

e growl and slams into me two more times before his entire body stiffens and stills. I feel his stiff rod start to spasm inside of me as he releases his load. He grabs onto my waist, holding my ass tight against his hips so I can’t move as he comes, and bucks into me.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says and hugs me from behind, kissing the back of my neck.

“I’m surprised that as loud as we were, no one came in to check on the noise.”

“We got lucky,” he says. “But you know who’s not lucky?”

He massages my ass cheeks as he speaks. If he keeps doing that, I’ll be ready for round two in minutes, maybe seconds. If that’s the case, he might be right about not being able to walk right for a week. I really took a beating, and what a glorious beating it was.

“Who?” I ask.

“The poor bastard who gets to clean this up.” He starts to laugh and I know the poor bastard he’s talking about is Corbin.

7

Heath drops me off at home. We’re both exhausted. I offer to let him stay the night, but he has to be to work tomorrow and the commute is terrible. He’d have to leave Brettsville three hours early just to beat traffic.

After we kiss goodbye, I go to my room and flop down on my bed with a happy sigh. A two-night stand is better than one. Maybe this will become a regular thing with us.