Chapter 5
Rider
I was thankful the guys went to go play pool because I didn’t want them thinking I’d ditched them for a piece of ass. And fuck, was I staring at a beautiful one. I didn’t go for most kinds of women. The men of the group enjoyed one particular kind, and those were the innocent women with the big eyes. The ones with the quiet dispositions and the fidgeting fingers. To them, there was something about corrupting a bit of innocence that was appealing to them.
But I didn’t enjoy those types of women.
I liked mine bold. Confident. With a bit of meat on her thighs. I liked mine a little louder and more sultry, with a dash of sass. I enjoyed silencing their arguments with my cock and hearing them cry out for mercy in my ear when they found out the man with the fake leg had a big ass cock. I loved hearing them choke on it. I loved watching their fiery eyes fill with tears as they fell to their knees to please me.
And fuck, did I love the way they took control when they were on top.
“Has anyone ever told you your hair matches your personality?” I asked.
I saw her eyes studying me as I plucked a chip from the basket.
“Can’t say I have,” she said. “Though I’m impressed. Most men don’t ever care to learn my hair color.”
“Do you fuck a lot of blind men? It’s pretty hard to miss.”
“Not sure if that’s a compliment or a quip.”
“Take it as either,” I said. “I don’t care.”
The two of us picked at the chips as we stole glances at one another. The way her lips wrapped around her beer was sensual, and it tugged at something carnal in me. My eyes scanned her body, taking in every valley and curve I wanted my hand to grasp onto. I wasn’t trying to hide it. It was stupid for men to do that kind of thing. If a woman didn’t like it, all she had to do was speak up. Tell me to stop. I was a gentleman. I would stop if she wanted.
But this beautiful woman was devouring me right back, her eyes telling the same story of her own wanton desires.
She grabbed her beer and downed the rest of it before she slid from her stool. I watched as she grabbed onto one more chip, her lips making a show of eating it in front of my eyes. A bit of salsa dripped onto her lips and she licked it off with her tongue. I groaned internally, thinking about that tongue wrapping around the head of my cock.
Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of my tonight.
I watched the swaying of her hips as she made her way to the bathroom. I watched her closely, hoping for that one little motion. That one little signal that told me she wanted me to follow her. I could feel my hips warming and my cock rising. I could taste the saltiness of her pussy and feel her warmth around my dick. My eyes followed her as she stopped at the women’s restroom, her hand descending onto the doorknob as she froze.
Then, her eyes rose and connected with mine.
There it was. The signal was coming.
She nodded her head as she pushed into the restroom and the game was on. I wiped my hands off and chugged the rest of my beer, feeling it work its way through my body as I steadied myself on my leg. I wiped my mouth off and tossed the napkin onto the bar, then made my way to the bathroom.
I pushed through the door and locked it behind me, listening as a sultry giggle wafted from the last stall.
“I was wondering if you got the hint,” she said.
I pushed open each and every bathroom door, allowing the metal to clang against metal as I made my way for her. She giggled with every sound as I approached the last stall, my cock at full attention behind the confines of my jeans. I pushed through the door and saw her standing there, her shoes and jeans already cast aside as she leaned against the wall.
“Why don’t you shut that door and come here?” she asked.
I shut the stall door and locked it as my eyes raked over her body. Her legs were full and toned, with her thigh muscles ever-so-slightly defined. I wanted to drop to my knees and taste all of her.
I wanted to fuck her, make her beg, then leave her with my come dripping down her thigh.
I strode to her and crashed my lips down onto hers. I felt her sharp intake of breath, surprised at the control I ripped from her. My hands snaked underneath her shirt, feeling her soft stomach as I made my way to her tits. My hand worked its way underneath her bra, feeling her luscious mound pebbling for me as I massaged it.
Her body was so warm, and I could already smell her delicious pussy.
My lips worked their way down her neck, nipping at her skin and messing up her clothes. My free hand explored between her thighs, feeling her wetness gathering at her panties as she rolled into my hand. I grinned against her skin. At how desperate she was for any sort of friction. I could feel the goosebumps cascading along her skin as I bent my lips down to her nipple.
She moaned the sweetest sound I had ever heard as my lips wrapped around her tit.
I marked her breast and sucked her tit until she was begging me for more. I slid my hand into her panties, my fingertips dipping into her wetness. My cock was dripping against my boxers, aching to be inside of this beautiful woman whose name I didn’t know.
Or couldn’t recall.
Whichever was the right one.
“Shit,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I swirled her clit slowly with my wet fingertips as I tugged at her nipple with my teeth.
“I need… I need more,” she said.
“Do we have any manners?” I asked.
I lifted my gaze to hers, reveling in the glassy-eyed stare of a woman who was giving herself over to me.
“Please,” she said in a whisper. “Please give me more.”
I slid my hand from her, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. I brought my fingertips to my lips, licking her arousal off my skin. She groaned with lust, her pupils blown wide as I held her gaze. Her hands dropped to my pants and pulled my cock out, through my zipper.
She gripped the meat of me tightly as I held onto her thighs, prompting her to jump as I pinned her against the wall.
My thick girth was dripping as I slid into her. She was warm and wet. Tight as fuck for a woman who was so skilled at the way she was seducing me. I pinned her to the bathroom wall with my hands as my knees faltered, her pussy taking me by surprise.
It was better than any I’d ever had, and it took me a second to steady myself.
Her hands were gripping into my ass as I rolled into her. I could feel her legs contracting around my waist as she pulled me deeper into her body. Our lips collided in sloppy kisses, our teeth clattering as our tongues battled for dominance. My hands rushed to her thighs and gripped them, looking for any sort of leverage as I began to pound into her.
“That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Give it to me. I love it hard. Rough. Fuck!”
Skin slapping skin filled the women’s restroom as I watched my cock disappear into her body. Her white arousal was slicking my skin and splattering all over my pelvis. She was wet for me. Drenched and dripping down my balls as I plowed into her. I was having a hard time catching my breath as her scent filled my nostrils.
She smelled so divine she almost choked me.
Her hands threaded around my neck and brought me back to her lips. Our foreheads rested together as I began to roll deeply into her. I felt her entire body trembling as my balls pulled into my body. I was so close I could taste my own fucking climax. This woman felt heavenly cradled around my cock. Her curves were warm, and her skin was inviting. Her warmth and wetness created a sound that was earth-shattering every time I sank my cock into her.
But it was her eyes. How vulnerable and desperate they were whenever I caught sight of them.
It was her eyes that kept me hooked as I approached my end.
“So close,” I said with a grunt.
“Come with me,” she said. “Let me come around your cock.”
I thrust one last time into her body and stilled. My legs trembled as I bit down onto my lip, stifling my groans as she threw her head back into the wall. Her pussy fluttered around my dick, sucking the hot threads of come I had for her as I unloaded into her body. I gripped hard onto her thighs with a touch that would leave bruises behind for her in the morning. I pressed her as far into the wall as I could get her as my lips peppered her chest with kisses.
I panted into the side of her neck as our mixture of arousals dripped down my balls.
We stayed like that for a while, her body collapsing against mine. I released her thighs and ran my hands up her curves, memorizing them one last time. I brought my lips up to hers for one last kiss before I helped steady her on her feet, then I tucked my cock back into my pants and pulled my sleeve down my arm hiding my scars that had been slightly exposed.
After all, there was no use spoiling the moment for something as pathetic as a few scars.