Chapter 10
Richard
My tongue searched hers; discovering notes of coffee, black cherry and hot whiskey.
It was better than I could've imagined.
Gloria was just over five feet tall, I had almost a foot and a half on her. She had to kneel on her stool and practically lay over the counter just to reach me. Had we been thinking straight, we'd have walked a few feet in either direction and not had a counter between us.
But the alcohol and lustful stares had pushed us far past the point of rational thought. Instead, I placed my hands at her waist and lifted her over counter like she was a stuffed bear I'd just won at a carnival.
She was so light that I might decide to never put her down.
She wrapped her legs around my waist when we were clear of the register and there was nothing between us but air and longing. I pulled her into me. Her heels slipped off one, then the other.
“Your ruby slippers, Dorothy...” I murmured distractedly between kisses. “You'll never get home now.”
Gloria shrugged off the black suit jacket she was still wearing and said nothing.
I sat her on the counter and tore off my neatly tailored button-down. She tugged the bottom hem of my undershirt out from my pants and dipped her cool fingertips beneath the fabric.
“I've never met a desk jockey with abs before.” Her hands gingerly slid up my washboard stomach and broad, sculpted chest as she finally rolled my undershirt over my head.
“It must be all that polo you think I play.” I wasn't as gentle. In a flash I had her tank top on the floor and her deep purple bra draped across the register. She sat before me, naked save for her pants and a devious smile that asked, what am I waiting for?
I paused to take in her soft alabaster beauty.
Hot ripples coursed down my body, pulsing directly into my hardening cock. Of all the women I'd been with, none of them looked like her. Gloria was sexy and exciting in a way that was so new.
Her skin was spun silk, and although there was faint definition in her ribs she looked healthy and vibrant. Staring at her—drinking her in with my eyes made her face flush a deeper shade than her dusted rose-breath areolas.
“You aren't like most people I know.” She looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I was taking my time.
Why would I rush?
We had all night. Besides, any decadent dessert that you weren't likely to ever have again was worth savoring, wasn't it?
“Know many billionaires?” I dragged my fingers down her neck and palmed her modest chest. Closing my eyes, I felt her heartbeat pound softly against my hand. When I opened them again I found her peeling back two of my fingers and tracing them with her tongue.
The ripple down my core became a scorching flood when she wrapped her mouth around my fingers and began to suck. Every swish of her tongue made tiny promises of what she could do when she was on her knees in front of me. My rod-hard cock threatened to bust through my fly. Her teeth clamped against me and began to tremble.
It made my breath spike.
“That's not what I mean,” she said, licking the tips one final time. There was vulnerability in her voice that genuinely surprised me. “Most guys I'd been with barely even noticed me.”
Here I was thinking this girl was all cactus and barbwire, but that really wasn't the case at all. I guess those sorts of things were easy to overlook if you weren't searching for them. After all, most people thought I was just some spoiled heartless corporate exec looking to fuck everyone over for the sake of a few more bucks.
When I met Gloria she didn't even try to hide her judgmental disdain. Now though...she wasn't looking at me that way.
It was a really nice feeling.
With my hand still firmly planted on her chest, I gently pushed her down on the glass-topped counter. Her lithe, half-naked form squeaked when I dragged her hips closer to me. It wasn’t that wide a counter; I didn’t want her head hanging off the other side. Gloria blanketed most of the Alice in Wonderland collage and I had to wonder—
Had we both fallen down a rabbit hole of our own?
“You're all I see, Gloria.” I lowered my mouth to her stomach as I said the words so she could feel the vibration through her skin.
Gloria breathed deep, the tenseness in her muscles evaporated. Soon she'd go back to stressing about work and I'd start interviewing the women I'd met at the party. But that was tomorrow.
Tonight was all ours.
She shivered as my fingers flicked over her nipples; they were as hard as setting clay. When I pinched them she let out a little chirp and her smile widened wickedly. That was exactly how I liked it. Slow, mounting pressure. It made the release that much more.
I kissed down her stomach as I unclasped her pants. Her body tasted delicious, like lightly salted shea butter with hints of flowers. Lipstick, make up, perfume... She might not have wanted to be at the party earlier, but her body did.
I smiled, kissing over hip, taking in her intoxicating natural scent. Her panties were plain cotton, but were a bikini style. I bet while she was working she was more of a boyshorts girl.
Who was she hoping to see tonight?
I couldn't help, but fantasize that she did all this for me. It was vain, but thinking that she was dolled up for someone else filled me with a strange jealously.
Gloria moaned softly as I hooked the elastic band and jerked the thin fabric past her knees. Her pants hung lazily off one foot until she kicked everything off. My head was swimming, a carnal urge washed over me as I grabbed her thighs roughly.
The back of her knees bent over my shoulder and I dived in like a treasure hunter. I didn't hesitate; I couldn't if I wanted to. I was magnetically drawn to her smoothly shaved pussy.
I parted her pink lips and drank deeply, my tongue exploring every sensitive nook and fold. Her whole body jerked forward when I grazed her clit with my teeth. I watched as Gloria propped herself up onto her elbows, her eyes widened in fear and thrill.
“Fuck,” Gloria moaned and writhed, causing more chirp-like squeals from her skin sliding on the glass.
I had her now. She was fully mine.
My tongue was buried inside her, curling as far as I could go. There was nothing she could do except riffle her fingers through my hair, hang on, and pray. Sucking and stroking her clit, I realized that I was moaning too.
My cock throbbed.
Shit, I hadn't been this horny since I was sixteen. The more I tasted her the more I wanted. I wanted to ruin this girl; make it so that every time she sat down she remembered my hard cock impossibly deep inside of her.
Gloria's body tensed so much that she was sitting fully up on the counter and was leaning over me. Her shock of black hair blotted out the overhead light. Suddenly she cried out and came.
I didn't stop.
Her pussy fought back, desperately trying to crush my tongue. I wasn't having any of it. I pried her thighs apart and pressed my face in harder. I could feel another orgasm on the wings screaming for me to release it.
Seconds later she came again, more violently this time. I had to catch her or else she'd have fallen off the counter.
“Fuck me already!” She squirmed, her body quivering from aftershocks.
Just as I was about to tear my mouth off her to reply, there was a sharp rapping on the Rocket’s glass door.
“Shit!” Gloria's face went from beet red to ashen white in a heart beat. She swung backward over the counter like a drunken gymnast, knocking over a rack of gift cards in the process.
“What—” I shot up to catch her, but I was too late. After I peered over the side to see that she was alright I turned toward the door.
Two uniformed police officers stood outside, plain as day. They both looked down embarrassed and amused. One of the men cautioned a glance up and knocked again.
“Coming!” Gloria cursed, then corrected herself, “I mean, on my way!”
How long were they standing there?
I put my shirt back on and discretely positioned my cock so that I wasn't tenting my pants. It was a straight, clear view of outside. They must've seen everything.
It's amazing what you don't think of in the heat of passion and when you're buzzed.
Having assembled most of her clothes, Gloria rushed over to the door and opened it. “Evening, officers. Is uh...” Gloria cleared her throat. “What seems to be the problem?”
You mean aside from being eaten out in view of anyone walking by, I thought.
To our defense, it was late and the street was long dead. No one had even driven by since we'd been here. Black Rocket Records was on a corner so we'd have seen headlights flash if any cars were in the area.
Did someone walk by and call the cops?
“Whose car is this out front here?” One of the men asked politely.
“That's mine.” I did up the few remaining buttons on my shirt and walked over. There was probably a parking ban in effect. I hadn't been back long enough to catch up on the town’s ins and outs. “Do I need to move it?”
“No, sir.” The pleasantness hadn't left the lead officer's voice, but I did notice he was now resting his hand on his gun. Never a good sign. “But we do need you to unlock your vehicle. We need to search it.”
“What? Why?”
“We received an anonymous tip saying you had well over the legal limit of marijuana in your trunk.”
The news slapped my like a wet fish across the face. That was impossible. I didn't smoke weed. Then I remember my car was unlocked when I drove Gloria back from the party. All the pieces fell into place. I suddenly knew exactly why the cops were here.
Lucas.