I felt all my desire for Trace flooding my body, and I pulled myself up to press my lips to his, needing to taste him. Having that stranger touch me turned my stomach, especially when he pulled me against him, but Trace holding me was everything that I ever wanted.

He kissed me back slowly, teasing me as he slipped his hands down to cup my ass, pulling me closer to him. My nipples were hard and aching for him, and my core was hot and throbbing.

Trace claimed my lips again before pulling back just enough to tell me what he wanted to do to me right now. Holy shit. The things that he was saying would make me angry if it was anybody else, but I wanted Trace right here and now.

Oh, God. We were in the bar, and Gramps could come around and see us at any time. I felt Trace lift me up and carry me farther down the hallway, his lips hard on mine before he opened a door and pressed me against the wall.

“Is that sweet little pussy wet for me, Embry? Are you ready to come for me?”

His words shocked me, but they also filled me with liquid fire. I was wet for him. It wasn’t just because he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. It was also because he’d stood up and defended me out in the bar. When everyone else just watched, Trace took action to protect me. His savage masculinity was a serious turn on.

“Trace,” I moaned as he stared into my eyes. “Yes, I’m ready for you. I want you.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and licked his lips. All my strength faded, along with any kind of hesitation I’d ever felt about getting physical with a man. He reached for my hand and slipped it inside of his pants to feel his length, hard and thick.

“See what you do to me?” he asked. “Feel what you’ve fucking done to me since that kiss a year ago?”

He remembered that kiss, too? I’d been thinking of it ever since it happened, but I had no idea it had affected him the same way as me. It only made me want him more.

His eyes were dark in the dim light of the naked bulb that swayed from the ceiling. I grasped him in my hand. He was so thick. It filled my hand, hot and heavy.

He jerked his pants down and freed his cock as he sucked in his breath. “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

Oh, shit. I’d never done this before, but looking down at his massive cock made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees, and his hand gripped my hair, pushing me toward him.

I gripped him tighter, stroking hesitantly as I watched his face. Trace’s eyes were dark and wide as he gazed at me, his lips parted. I kept on stroking him before leaning forward to take the tip of him in my mouth slowly, tasting the salty juices that dripped from his body.

It made me moan as I sucked him deeper. I felt his hand grip my hair as I allowed him slowly into the back of my throat. Trace had a massive cock, and I struggled for a moment with it. But his hand reminded me what he wanted.

Trace told me all the filthy things that he was going to do to me as I sucked him, making me wet with desire. He began to guide himself in my mouth, telling me to take all of him.

I choked, my eyes filling with tears as we moved together. He was so big, but I wanted him to go deeper. I wanted to take all of him.

All my fight was gone, and the idea of saving myself was a lost thought as I felt him thicken.

“Swallow me, Embry. I’m so close.”

I reached around to pull him closer as he buried himself inside me and shot deep inside of my throat. It was thick and salty as I swallowed. I felt the tug on my hair as Trace murmured my name. I dropped down to the floor of the dim closet, weak with need as I rested my face in my hands.

“Your mouth feels so good, Embry. I can’t wait to use your sweet little body, but not yet. We’ve waited this long and just a little more time will make it that much better.”

I felt his hand on my face and looked up to see him offering it to me to help me up. I took it, and he lifted me to my feet slowly, pulling me against his body as he kissed me.

“Who do you belong to, Embry?” Trace asked as he pulled away to lift me onto a box, leaving my body level with his cock.

“You, Trace.”

I was numb with need as he spread my legs, rubbing himself against me as he cupped my face and kissed me again. I knew that my mouth was full of his come, but he drove his tongue into my mouth as if he didn’t care. I returned his kiss with equal passion.

His cock pressed against my jeans, hard and bare as I moaned. I wanted him so badly, but he told me to wait for him, even as my jeans pressed against my clit.

“Are you my little virgin? Are you going to be Daddy’s little slut?”

“Yes,” I murmured against him, weak with desire as he pushed harder.

I would do anything for this man. My sexual desire was so strong that I felt like I was losing myself. It all started the first time that I saw him when we were both younger. And that kiss between us last year started a slow burn inside of my body.

Trace kissed me painfully again before pulling away and staring into my eyes. “I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. I can’t wait to make you come.” He thrust his hips against me harder and I whimpered as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. “I want you to go fix yourself in the bathroom and go back to work. I want you to think about me as I watch you, wanting you. I want you in so many ways, Embry. I’m going to have you, but not tonight.”

We shared a few more long kisses before he fixed his clothes and left the closet, leaving me alone. I was shaking as I ran my hands through my hair. How was I supposed to work after this? I barely knew my own name.

Reality slowly set in, and I made my way to the restroom, cleaning myself up with cool water and a paper towel. I looked flushed, but I could manage to finish my shift. I had the attack out there to fall back on, even though I was long over it now.

Trace was going to fix everything. I headed back out to the bar, flooded with questions about how I was doing. I felt Trace watching me the entire time until he left with friends, winking at me before he walked out of the front door.