Chapter 5
Marco
I had to talk to her, if I didn’t, I felt like I was going to burst a vein or something. The guys had been standing around me, without giving me a chance to speak to her, but now thankfully, they decided to go play pool. I declined their offer and remained standing beside my stool instead.
It wasn’t until the guys had crowded around the pool table, with Hunter and the rest, that I turned to the girl. I had sensed her looking at me too, but I couldn’t be sure if she was just curious or if she was checking me out.
“What is a girl like you, doing in a place like this?” I asked her and took a long sip of my drink. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the stool beside me, with a glass of vodka in her hands. Her blue eyes sparkled and grew wider when I spoke to her like she had been waiting to be spoken to.
“Just getting a drink, though I’m not sure what kind of a girl you think I am,” she said, and I noticed her soft sultry voice. It matched her delicate features.
“I think you’re the kind of girl who would be offended if I told her how hot she is,” I said, and I surprised myself with my own words. When was the last time I had flirted with someone? And so directly! This girl had set my blood on fire, and I was doing and saying things that weren’t like me.
She laughed lightly and tucked a few strands of her angelic blond hair behind her ears.
“Is that what you’re telling me?” she asked, and she looked down at her lap shyly. Her cheeks were flushed, and I could see that she was pleased with the compliment I had given her. My cock was already throbbing in my pants. No woman, in recent times, had this effect on me. There was something so pure about this girl. She reminded me of everything good in this world, the kind of things I had gone to war for, to protect and defend.
“You are gorgeous, and you better leave before someone does something stupid,” I said, and I realized now that I was leaning towards her. I caught a whiff of her perfume again, and I had to clench my jaws to stop myself from lunging at her. My cock was the one that was doing all the talking here.
She smiled and met my eyes. Her own blue ones were clouded and glazed over. I saw her stick her small bubblegum tongue out to lick her lips, and I was watching her every movement with my eyes. We both knew exactly what was going on. We wanted each other. A spark had gone off in us, and I looked down at her breasts, stopping myself in time from salivating.
“What makes you think that I don’t want to do something stupid myself?” she asked, and slowly, she slipped one leg off the stool and then the other. She was standing up, and I noticed how much shorter than me she was.
I couldn’t even think of anything to say to that. She was walking away from me now, her drink was still on the bar counter, and she was headed in the direction of the bathroom.
I watched her go. Her curvy plump ass moved in her dress, and I knew for sure that my cock was tenting my jeans now. She had one hand on the door of the toilets, and I looked over the heads of some guys to see that she had turned to look at me. Her eyes were sparkling, she was biting down on her lip. She had given me every possible sign to follow her, and I did.
I took one long gulp of my beer, and I followed her into the bathroom.
I pushed the door open, to see her standing in the middle of the room, with her arms to the side. I shut the door behind me and locked it. The others could fuck right off. I needed to make the most of this crazy moment when I had the chance.
She parted her lips as I stepped towards her.
“Is it crazy that I want to do something to you?” she asked, and I crossed my brows at her. It still felt unreal to me.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her gruffly and came to a halt right in front of her.
“I want to make you feel powerless in my hands,” she replied, and I watched as she knelt down in front of me.
I clenched my jaws. Was this some kind of trap? Were The Bad Disciples testing me to see my worth as a potential member of their club? If they were, I was failing miserably at it because I couldn’t control myself. I was going to let her do whatever she wanted to me.
She was on her knees on the floor of the bathroom, staring up at me with her deep blue eyes. She had a smile on her face too and slowly, she started unzipping me.
She pulled my cock out of my pants, while I stood in front of her with my legs parted. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. I knew I was big, but she looked like she had never seen a cock that big before.
She licked her lips again with that torturous tongue of hers, and I reached for her head. If this was what she wanted, she was going to have to do it my way. My way was that I wanted it now.
I held on to her head and yanked her face to my cock. She gasped, and then laughed, placing her hands on my thighs and suddenly, I was grateful that she hadn’t tried to pull my jeans down. Seeing my prosthetic leg would definitely have been a mood killer, I thought.
She parted her mouth and looked up at me. My cock was throbbing hard, with a reddened angry tip. I pushed it towards her, and just like that, as smoothly as she was taking a sip of her drink, she took me in her mouth.
I felt like my head exploded, as I watched her beginning to suck on my cock. Her pretty bow-shaped mouth around my heavy cock, her nostrils flaring, her head bobbing up and down.
She kept her eyes on me. She wasn’t lying. She wanted me to feel helpless in her hands. Her tongue played havoc on my cock, sliding and slipping over the tip while she thrust her mouth backward and forwards. My cock rubbed against the back of her throat and she nearly gagged. She hadn’t even managed to take my full length in.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair as I started plowing her mouth. Her body shook, but she kept her position like a champ. She was small and delicate, probably too small for me, but she was determined to make me come. It was insane how a petite girl like her could make a big hulking man like me so powerless.
I tugged at her hair and grunted. She had started moaning too, and with one hand, she cupped my balls while with the other, she stroked my left thigh, my good leg. I pushed and thrust my cock into her sweet mouth. I hadn’t even seen her naked yet, but I had a pretty good idea of what her pussy was going to feel like—small and tight.
I felt myself erupt into her mouth, but she still didn’t stop sucking me. She was milking me to my last drop. I clutched her hair tightly, shooting my come in her mouth and down her throat, and she gulped and sucked. This was the most explosive fucking thing that had happened to me all year, and I had met her no more than fifteen minutes ago! I groaned and grunted as I came into her mouth, and when I was done, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and stepped away.
She remained kneeling on the floor, smiling at me while she rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth. I zipped myself up quickly. Was I imagining this? She couldn’t be real, could she?
“My name is Quinn, by the way,” she said, and slowly stood up.
“I’m Marco,” I said and ran a hand through my hair.
If I ever saw this girl on the street somewhere else, this was not what I would have thought she was capable of!
“Do you want to get out of here, Marco?” she asked.