His Paradise

I glance down between us and see something similar to the color of the cocktail Dolly was drinking all down my white shirt. I can also see that it’s gotten on the mounds of her tits and the little drops twinkle in the low light. How would she feel about me leaning down and licking them off of her?

She reaches around me, and for a second I think she’s going to pull me against her, but instead she comes back with a napkin from the bar and tries to dry me off. The feel of her rubbing anything against me is almost too much, but when her hand dips low, I hiss and have to back away. Jesus, does she not know she almost rubbed my cock?

“Sorry, oh gosh, I’m just making a mess.”

“It’s okay,” I say, and even I can hear how husky my voice is.

“Can I make it up to you?” she says, and it’s so innocent and sweet.

My god, I have to have her. Damn my reasons for being here. Fuck all of it. Her ice-blue eyes are looking at me with permission and there is not a thing on this earth I’d deny her.

“Yeah, you can buy me a beer. But only if you sit in my lap,” I say, and I’m nearly shocked at the words that came out.

There’s a pause between us and for a second I think about telling her I said it wrong. That I just wanted her to sit with me. But I decide I might as well go for broke. Either I’m taking her home, or I’m going home to jerk off to the image of her. Either way, she’s getting my nut tonight.

“I don’t even know you,” she says as her cheeks turn red. I notice that she didn’t say no.

“Nicole, you coming?” someone says from behind her, and we both look to see the friend who came in with her earlier.

“No, Sammy, I’m good.” Her friend makes some motion with her hands like a bomb exploding and walks to the back of the bar where a group of people are sitting at a table.

“Friends of yours?” I ask, and Nicole turns her ice-blue eyes back on me.

“You might say that,” she says, looking past me to the bar.

“So, do we have a deal?” I push, not letting her out of the stipulation.

“I said I don’t know you.” This time she puts a hand on her hip, and all it does is make that curve even more pronounced. It’s like she wants me to hold on to her there as I fuck her on the floor.

“I’m Liam,” I say, putting my arm around her waist and stepping closer to her. “Now we’re friends. And you owe me a drink.”

I pull her flush against me as I sit down on the stool and drag her onto my lap. I’ve never acted so bold with a woman before, but fucking hell, she’s got temptation written all over her. When I settle her down between my legs she doesn’t make a move to pull away from the hard length growing down my thigh. If anything, she’s completely ignoring it, which is almost more frustrating.

Dolly comes over and narrows her eyes on me. She props her cocktail down on the bar and looks me up and down. “Let’s hope you fuck better than you listen,” she says and then turns to Nicole. “What’ll you have, Nikki?”

“Same as before. I lost my cherry to this guy,” she says, throwing her thumb over her shoulder at me.

Dolly smiles at Nicole, and then as soon as her eyes land on me they narrow again. “Coming right up.”

I lean forward and put my lips close to Nicole’s ear. “I think I’m going to need you to explain to me exactly what kind of drink that was.”

4

Nicole

My breath hitches as I realize what I’d just said. I lost my cherry. I want to die of embarrassment, but I try to play it cool like I was flirting and not complaining about losing the mixed drink.

“It’s really just cherry limeade with a splash of vodka,” I tell him. His eyes go to my lips and I can’t stop myself from licking them.

Then I look to his and notice for the first time how full they are. Then I imagine what they’d feel like against mine…on my neck. I realize I’m staring at him when his mouth forms a half-smile and I’ve been caught lost in a fantasy.

Luckily at that moment Dolly sets my drink down and I reach out and grab it. I take a long sip of it as I try to give myself something to do. I peek over the top of the glass at him and can’t help but think he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s big, but damn, that doesn’t even begin to cover it. He’s not only taller than me, but double the width. I’ve always been tall for a girl, and I’m used to men being my height or shorter. But with this guy, he somehow makes me feel small when I’ve never had that feeling before. I fit nicely in his lap and it makes me feel delicate and feminine.