Shawn

“Another shot,” I demand, shoving the glass toward the graying haired bartender.

He pours it, but holds out his hand for money before passing it my way. Fucking prick. I’ve got money, I’m sure as hell not looking for a freebie.

When he slides it over, I toss it back before he even puts the money in the register.

“Holy shit, Shawn Tate. When did you get back into town?” I hear as someone slaps my shoulder.

Slowly turning my body, getting the full effect of how drunk I actually am, I see Dean Simmons. We were friends in high school, but that was a long time ago.

“Hey man, I just got into town a few hours ago,” I say, reaching for my glass of Johnnie Walker.

He must think I’m looking to bullshit and sits on the wooden stool next to me. He looks exactly like most people in this shit hole town do, over worked and underpaid. The tired bags under his eyes, no label clothes he’s wearing and the damn dirty white sneakers, just like everyone in this run down bar.

“You here visiting your dad?” he asks before taking a sip of his cheap beer.

Sipping my scotch, I slightly shake my head. “No, I’m back,” I say with a smile.

“You left New York to come back to this place? What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, laughing.

My eye catches the first woman in this place that I wouldn’t mind bending over this bar and I lick my lips. I watch her order a two Martinis and it’s the most entertainment I’ve enjoyed since I walked in here. She leans against the bar and I get the perfect view of her sexy, tight body. Her tits are nearly spilling out of the form fitting dress she has on. My eyes travel down the length of her body, imagining it was my hands. She reaches down to pick up the money she dropped and when I see her firm ass I know I’m going to drag her into the bathroom and fuck her before I leave.

“Shawn?” Dean says, breaking me out of my eye fucking.

Turning my hardened gaze back to him, I grin. “My company wanted to open a place on the west coast and hired me to run it. So, yeah I’m back, but only for work.” I watch the sexy blonde walk over to a table and place both drinks down. She’s alone and I’m about to fix that. I toss back the last of my scotch and stand up. “I’ll see you around Dean,” I say, slapping him on the back as I walk away.

Even with the liquor running through my veins, I’m not drunk enough to go home, I need something else to relax me. This woman is going to do just that.

“You look like you could use some company,” I say, giving her a half grin.

She looks up at me and smiles before taking a sip of her drink. “Just waiting for my friend to get here.” She licks a drop of vodka off her lip, and I raise a brow.

I pull up a seat right next to her and place my arm on the back of her chair. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t wait alone.” My other hand rests on her knee and I wait for her reaction. When she bites her lip I slowly move it up the inside of her thigh. “How about I help you kill some time until your friend gets here?” I say, low and deep in her ear, just as my hand reaches her pussy.

Her head falls back slightly, just like I knew it would. “Yes,” she moans out.

Standing up, I grab her hand and pull her up. “Let’s go,” I demand and she happily follows behind me.

We get down the hall to where the bathrooms are and I push into the men’s room. Turning around I see she didn’t follow. For fuck sake. I roll my eyes and push open the door. “Sweetheart, you need to be in here too.”

She walks in and before she can question anything I push her up against the wall and slam my mouth on hers. It takes her off guard, but that’s what I like. It’s a fucking turn on when they don’t know what’s coming next. I lift her up, digging my fingers into her tight ass, as she wraps her legs around me. Breaking the kiss, I lick a path down to her tits.  Her chest heaves, making them nearly spill out of her dress.

“Oh God,” she whispers, loving my hands on her.

I sit her on the sink and pull away. I don’t know this woman, I don’t know her story and I don’t give a shit. I need my cock buried in some pussy and she’s more than willing. Reaching up her dress, I slowly pull her panties down her silky legs, shoving them in my pocket, before unbuttoning my pants. Freeing my hard cock, I roll a condom on. Lifting her back up, I push her back against the wall, holding tight to her smooth ass.

“Wait,” she rushes out.

Wait? Is she fucking kidding?

“What if someone comes in?” she questions, looking around.

I chuckle and gently suck on her neck. “That’s what makes it exciting. The risk of getting caught. The idea that at any minute that door could open and someone sees my cock buried so deep inside this wet pussy, while you are moaning your orgasm.” Pulling my head back so she can see me, I give her a wink. “You don’t want that?”

Rubbing her dripping pussy on my cock, she lets out a moan. “Yes, I want it,” she whispers.

I slam into her without any warning and she screams out, hitting her head on the concrete wall behind her. I don’t slow, I need this, I need this release.

Her tight pussy feels so good wrapped around me, squeezing my cock as I pound into her. Reaching up, I yank down the top of her dress exposing her tits for me. Leaning forward, I lightly lick her hardened nipples, all while she moans louder and louder. I dig my fingers into her ass, pulling her toward me with every thrust I make.

“I’m so close,” she moans out.

“Reach down and rub your clit,” I demand.

She does, and her pussy tightens around me. I pick up my pace, drawing myself closer to release. My balls tighten and my legs shake.

“Oh God,” she screams out when her orgasm crashes over her.

I continue pounding into her until my release finally rips through me. “Fuck,” I groan as my body loses all the tension it was holding.

Slowly I let her slide down my body, until she is standing. I pull up the top of her dress and when I yank off the condom, I hand her back her panties. As she begins to slide them on, the door opens and I grin. The old bastard who walks in missed one hell of a show.

I button my pants before wrapping my fingers in her hair. “Fucking amazing,” I whisper before kissing her lips gently. “Good night, baby.”

Walking outside, I smile. Now I can go face my father.