Needing some distance, Bryant went to serve them a drink, all the while willing his limbs to stop shaking.

She’d crawled under his skin. Not only because she did what he asked her to, fighting her own body to stay balanced because he wanted her to. Not only because she looked so fucking perfect doing it. He was completely out of sorts because for once, he wasn’t in control. He wasn’t indifferent. If she turned on her fucking perfect heels and moved to leave, he’d chase her. He’d negotiate with her, intending to get her back in there. Hell, he wasn’t even against begging.

Why? It made no sense. He never cared. Once or twice, his partners had left, changing their minds or having an emergency. He’d called a replacement to take the edge off.

Why did he feel like there was no replacement for Tori Brown?

“I have gin, brandy, rum, vodka…”

“Basically, a full bar,” she summarized, and he had to shrug one shoulder. Close enough. “Rum and coke, if you wouldn’t mind.”

He poured two of those before circling the bar and sitting next to her, on one of the sofas where she’d perched herself, folding her legs under her ass. He was conflicted, half wishing he could see those legs clearly, and half savoring the way she knelt.

Bryant smiled, recalling his brother’s words. “She isn’t that kind of girl,” James had said, and perhaps he was right. He sincerely doubted she was a seasoned submissive. But the instincts were there; if he read her right, he thought she’d enjoy relinquishing control.

And he’d find out, soon. Just not tonight.

Somewhere between the elevator and the dining room, he’d come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to be satisfied with one night. Not even close. He had every intention of having her again when he came back to the city in a few weeks. Again, and again, and again. He hadn’t had more than a taste and already, he craved more.

“Here you go, darling,” he said, handing her a glass. She wrapped a hand around it, and he pretended he didn’t feel like a jolt of freaking lighting had hit him when her thumb brushed against his.

Seriously, it was messed up.

“That accent of yours is quite dangerous, you know. You should use it with care.”

“One could say the same about purple lipstick on your mouth, yet you seem to have no shame in honing your weapons. Pardon me if I make use of mine.”

Tori laughed, and shifted to straddle his lap again. Naughty girl. He took a sip of his drink, and put it down. He wouldn’t have been against a bit of conversation, but she’d just thrown that option out the window. His poor dick had been twitching, begging to come out for an hour now, and he was in serious danger of blue balls. Feeling her sweet little body right on him again was too much.

“I adore this,” he told her, cupping her ass. The soft, pastel pink lingerie she wore wasn’t something he would have picked, but damn if she didn’t rock it. There was a zipper at the back of her sexy hot-pants; he pulled it down. The underwear had stayed on as long as he could bear to keep them on.

“Lift your ass up, darling. These have to go.”

He loved how her breathing quickened. She bit her lip and pushed up on her knees to let him slide the panties down her thighs. One of her legs went up, letting the fabric fall to her left foot.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a furry pussy.”

“Hey, enough with the furry,” she admonished him, “I totally wax.”

She did, but she’d left a neat little triangle of hair on her mouth-watering cunt. Bryant threaded his fingers through it. “Come here, furry little bunny. I need your mouth.”

And he took it.

Why he needed to kiss her again, he had no clue. That wasn’t his MO. He’d long ago realized that when he kept his lips off their faces, they never failed to understand what he was in for: some hot sex, and that was it. Some of those he’d kissed, back in the day, had misunderstood the whole thing, expecting more of him, which was always a pain. He didn’t set out to hurt anyone, and never made any promises.

But she’d started it, and now, he couldn’t stop. Her mouth was like a drug; bad for him, but irresistible once he’d had a taste. He didn’t try to resist. One hand in her soft hair, another one grabbing her naked ass, he kissed her with abandon, until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He growled, grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, and took a condom out.

“Open my fly, Tori.”

Her soft shaky hands took a while, but when she did, she just stared at the cock pointing at her menacingly.

“Holy fuck.”

He smirked.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

Bryant chuckled. “It works just like every other cock out there.”

Now that the shock had passed, she looked at his piercing with some interest, her soft fingers brushing against the one dangling at the tip of his dick. He winced as his balls tensed.

“That one is a Prince Albert,” he told her.

Her hand slid along his length, and she caressed the other piercings running along the lower side of his cock.

“And those?”

“That’s a Jacob’s Ladder. And if you don’t stop touching it, I’m going to come all over your stomach, sweetheart. I have better plans for round one.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped their places, letting her sit on the sofa with her legs wide open for him. After working his condom over his length, he decided he was done with preambles. In a deep, hard thrust, Bryant buried his cock inside her.

Holy fuck. She was so tight around him. Smoldering hot. A little gasp had left her mouth, and her nails had dug into his shoulders.

It took a while for him to be able to see straight. He didn’t think any pussy had ever clasped around him that way. Why was it better with her?

Anchoring his knees on the sofa, Bryant slowly retracted his hips, all the while pushing open the legs she’d brought back to her chest.

“This time isn’t going to last, Tori. But don’t worry. We have all night.”