Zane
The statuesque blonde let out a sigh. My cock stiffened in my pants as I watched her bend over the bar. Just the way her ass stuck out was enough to make me rock hard. I wanted her, and I was going to get her. Because I was Zane Ricci, and Zane Ricci always got what he wanted.
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
The woman blushed. “Isabella,” she said after a long pause. “Isabella Bianchi.”
I grinned. “Beautiful name,” I said. “Especially the last one. You Italian?” I was surprised; she was blonde, after all. “Or your husband, he Italian?”
Isabella blushed again, a delicious red flush that covered her pale skin. “I’m not married,” she said. “It’s my family name. And yes, I’m Italian.”
“You’re in good company, then,” I said with a grin. “How about another one of those drinks?”
Isabella poured me a generous amount of the exquisite eighteen-year aged scotch. Normally, I saved scotch for the winter. But there was something about tonight that made me crave the smoky, peaty drink. I wanted to feel like there was a fire inside my body, and the scotch was just one way to do that. Not as fun as fucking this girl raw would feel, but it’ll do.
“So, what do you say about a little drive after work?” I winked at her. “I got a nice ride. It’s a Porsche.”
“I can’t,” Isabella demurred. “I have to get up early tomorrow.” She paused, like she wasn’t going to tell me why. “I have an appointment,” she said softly.
“That can wait,” I said. “I’m here now. I might not be here tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “After all, you’ve never seen me before, have you?”
Isabella licked her lips. I shifted in my chair, feeling my cock throbbing in my pants. She was so delectable, so perfect. I wanted to pull her into my arms and run my hands over her tits until she was begging me to take her.
“You’re awfully full of yourself,” Isabella said casually. She flicked her stunning blue eyes over me. “How do you know I even want you?”
I leaned closer. “You’re standing pretty fuckin’ close, aren’t you?”
Isabella blushed again. She didn’t reply.
“What do you say?” I stared at her, letting my eyes trail down her body. “Come on, honey. You know you wanna come with me.”
“I don’t even know your name,” Isabella protested lightly.
“Zane,” I said instantly. I held out my hand. When Isabella placed her fingers in mine, I lifted her hand to my mouth and gently kissed her fingers. It smelled like dishwater and scotch but I could catch a hint of perfume from the inside of her wrist and it was enough to drive me wild. “Zane Ricci.”
“I’ve heard that name before,” Isabella said in the same light voice. “Your family is legendary around here.”
I nodded. “I live up to the reputation,” I said with a grin. “You wanna find out?”
“I really can’t,” Isabella argued. “I have to get up early tomorrow.”
“Baby,” I said, leaning back in my chair and fixing her with a lazy stare. “It’s not even ten yet. What could possibly go wrong?”
“I have to get back to work,” Isabella said hurriedly. She brushed past me. Electricity crackled and leapt between our bodies. “I have the whole rest of my shift. I just started working.”
“I’ll be here when you get off,” I called behind my shoulder.
Isabella didn’t give me an answer. I sipped at my drink, wanting her even more now that she’d gone away. I was going to get her, one way or the other. And once she got a taste of me, she’d never want another man.
I smirked. That was too bad for her. I had a habit of not fucking a woman more than a few times. I never wanted girls to get stale, and I went through them pretty fast. I liked my women fast and loose and gorgeous. Isabella was definitely gorgeous, but she seemed a little more cautious than the types of broads I was used to. All the same, I wanted her desperately. That sexy way she had of shifting her weight from one foot to the other and sticking out her ass…damn! It was enough to get me so hard in the restaurant that I thought I’d get blue balls before the night was out. Isabella was delicious, all right. And whatever element of her was afraid of going home with me, well, that just made her even hotter.
It had been a while since I’d felt challenged. Most women were all too ready to collapse in my arms and let me take them, fuck them, love them roughly for a night or two. But most women weren’t expecting a call in the morning either. There was something more delicate about Isabella. Forget that shit, I thought. You ain’t breaking the rules for any chick, no matter how hot she is. Isabella was smokin’, but she seemed closed off. I wanted to bring out her animal side, really make her work for it.
All night, Isabella bustled around the bar. Every time she stopped by, I’d grab her arm and talk to her for a few seconds. After a few minutes, I could tell she was starting to open up to me just a little bit. But then a while would go by before I’d see her again and she’d be the same tightly closed off person as before. Finally, around midnight, I grabbed her.
“Listen, my family has this tradition,” I started, making sure I could hook her in. “We take shots at midnight if we’re still up together. You wanna take a shot with me?”
Isabella blushed again. Her face was pink with the strain of bustling around in the busy restaurant. “Okay,” she said softly. “I mean, what could it hurt?”
“Exactly.” I smirked. “You like tequila?”
Isabella shook her head. “No. We’re Italians. We’ll do it the right way.” She raised her eyebrows at me and I felt another jolt of lust rock my body. “Grappa,” she announced, setting down the bottle of clear brandy on the bar in front of me. “Can you handle it?”
I snorted. “Can I handle it? Do you know who you’re talking to?” I gestured around myself. “I was King Grappa with my boys growing up,” I said with a smirk. “I can drink you under the table.”
Isabella chuckled to herself, a low, amusing sound. She poured us shots of the clear liquor and pushed mine towards me.
“Salud,” I said as we clinked glasses. “To your health, beautiful.”
Isabella threw her head back. She didn’t even wince at the strong taste of the brandy. I felt like I was knocked off my stool; it had been years since I’d had grappa. I’d forgotten the strong, alcoholic bite that was left in my mouth afterwards. But when Isabella grinned, I forgot all about that. The only thing I cared about was her, and getting her to bed as soon as I could.
After midnight, the time passed quickly. I nursed a scotch. Finally, Isabella sidled up beside me. She was still wearing her heels but she was clutching a smaller pair of flats and her leather bag. Even though it was nice — designer — I could tell it was old and had been patched several times. Why does this dame have money problems?
She leaned forward against the bar and I saw something gold glinting around her neck. “What’s that?”
“It’s my locket,” Isabella said. She blushed again and tucked the necklace back inside of her shirt so I could no longer see it. “My mother gave it to me when I was young.” She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she closed her lips.
“So, you ready to get out of here?”
For a moment, I thought she was going to change her mind. But instead she nodded. “I am,” she said softly.
As I led the way to my car, I grinned. Yes. This little girl was all mine, mine all mine, even if just for tonight. She’d remember this night for the rest of her life. I was going to make her scream until she was hoarse. I looked at her delectable curvy thighs and thought about how they would feel on either side of my face. I wanted her to ride me until her clit was numb from coming so hard. I wanted to give Isabella the thrill of her life.
“This is me,” I said, pausing beside my black Porsche. “You like?”
Isabella looked over the gleaming car with interest. “It’s beautiful,” she said. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. The air between us was thick with lust. She was so beautiful. I had to have her. Closing the distance between our bodies, I crushed Isabella to me. Her lips against mine were like soft petals and she tasted sweet, hungry. She smelled like flowers and honey and she moaned into my mouth as I slipped my tongue between her lips, eager and hungry to taste as much of her as I could. As Isabella wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, I nudged one of my muscular thighs between her legs and rubbed it against her crotch. She groaned again and rubbed her body against mine. Her delicate fingers tangled in my hair and tugged. The lust racing through my body was so powerful that I wanted to bend her over the front of my car and take her right there and then.
Isabella broke away just as I felt I was about to explode in my pants. “Inside,” she said softly.
I unlocked the car and we crawled inside. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her; she was too delicious, too amazing. Under my touch, her skin was hot and soft and hungry for me. I could smell the arousal coming from between her legs and it was enough to drive me wild. I wanted to rip her pants off and bury my face in her pussy until she was screaming. I wanted to taste her juices. I wanted to feel them flowing down my face.
“Take me to your place,” Isabella said in a strained whisper. The sensation of her breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine. “I want you, Zane.”
Pulling the car into gear, I slammed my foot down on the gas and pointed the Porsche in the direction of my house.
Isabella leaned back in the seat with a secret, coy smile on her face. “I never do this,” she said softly. “I mean, I have a policy about not sleeping with guys I meet at work…” She trailed off and I felt a surge of confidence rush through me.
“Except me, huh? You couldn’t resist me?” I grinned at her. Isabella blushed again. I reached over and grabbed her knee, firmly kneading the flesh under the thick material of her pants. “I can’t fuckin’ wait to see you naked,” I said in a low voice. “See that incredible body all splayed out just for me.”
Isabella blushed even more deeply. I had a feeling she wasn’t used to smooth talking guys who hustled her into their sports cars and then dirty talked. But she was with me now, and that was what she was gonna get.
The drive to my house took an agonizingly long time. Even though I’d drunk a fair amount of scotch, I didn’t feel drunk. I felt wired, powerful. Like a god. The way Isabella kept her blue eyes trained on me made me think she’d be a fantastic lay. She had to be — that tight, curvy body, those eyes, that expressive husky voice. Damn! She was a fucking goddess, and she was mine. The whole night long, she’d belong to me.
Isabella moaned softly as my hand slipped farther up her leg and began massaging her thigh. Her flesh was hot, supple. I loved kneading it in my fingers. I couldn’t wait to touch her ass. Her perfect, round ass. I want her in my lap, I thought instantly, I want her grinding and humping my cock until she’s sore. I want her to touch herself while I fuck her from behind. I want to slip a finger in that perfect, tight asshole.
“We’re here,” I said with a grin as we pulled into my driveway. “Hope you enjoyed the first ride of the night.”