Marcus
I’m driving all cautious with Jacqueline in the car. She’s precious cargo, and I can’t forget to control myself around her. She’s not some girl you get all messy with. She demands respect and I love that about her.
"Know any great spots?" I ask her, staring all the while at her beautiful legs. I love when she changes out of her work attire into something more comfortable. She always does that, and when she lets her hair down after a long day, I’m all kinds of swooning, watching it fall over her shoulders. Man, she’s got me good because I’m thinking about things she always does and really, we haven’t known each other all that long. Still, I’m utterly focused on every fucking thing this girl does.
"Well, there’s this place called The Robertson that’s pretty nice."
"I know it," I say as I take a turn to head over there. How could I not know it? I’ve been to every bar in town, with every girl in town also. I used to be a playboy I guess you could say. All the rumors are true. But now, since I’ve met Jacqueline, all that is starting to change. "Now there’s a statement I never thought I’d make," I think to myself. I’ve got to impress this girl tonight.
We go to the place and I’m thankful the doorman doesn’t announce me by name, giving away the fact that he knows me and that he’s seen me with a bevy of women. Jacqueline does not need to know that. She probably suspects it, but it doesn’t need to be rubbed in her gorgeous face. Mmm, I can think of something I’d rub all over those full lips. I’d like to see them sticky with my cum ... and now I’m getting distracted. We have a fun night before us, but I can’t put the cock before the drink, though.
As we head in, she takes my hand and I'm pleased. It’s gonna be a great night, and after the day we’ve just had I’m sure we both need a drink to unwind.
"Ahhh, “she says, climbing onto a leather barstool. "I need a drink."
"Me too."
I order us two shots of Patron tequila and two Coronas, nothing fancy.
"Perfect. Thanks Marcus. So . . . you’ve been here before? Let me imagine, you and a girl? You and two girls?" She’s laughing at me now, teasing me all the way.
"Yeah, I’ve been here before," I admit. "It’s one of the swankiest bars in town. I’m surprised I never saw you. You could have been one of those two girls." I rib her right back.
She glares at me, but I know she loves it. "Don’t dish it if you can’t take it," I say, laughing.
We cheers our drinks and guess what she says? "Here’s to the playboy, Marcus!"
Can you believe that? She’s constantly giving me such a hard time. I’d like to give her something harder, and put her in line. I grit my teeth at the thought of having her right here over this bar and I’m rock-fucking-hard imagining her tight pussy squeezing around my cock.
Instead of focusing on that, though, I turn to face her and pull my stool closer. I spread her legs enough to insert mine between hers. She closes her legs upon me and I can tell she wants me too. I can tell I’m getting to her, that we are getting closer. I love the feeling of just being near her.
She switches the subject. "You know this case is going to be a tough one to crack."
"It is, but I think with Jason we can do it." I respect Jason. He’s a total boss. Plus, he’s got seniority and as much as I hate to admit it, I can learn from him.
"Yes, Jason, plus you and me, and we’ve got this thing in the bag."
We cheers to that and she sips on her beer, and I see her luscious lips surround the bottle and it amuses me and makes me wish they were around my cock instead.
"You know, I think we have to work to keep Damian in line," she says. "He’s kind of a loose cannon. If we can make him realize how his demeanor in court could influence the case, then maybe we’ll get him off. Plus, there’s that new evidence. We’ve got to cross check our sources and get this thing under wraps." She’s all business it seems. And, when she talks like this, I’m reminded of how incredibly smart she is and that entices so much. I am so impressed by her.
"It’s a good thing Jason’s on that," I say. I need him at this moment to pull through. This is my first case, and I’m assigned to do it with two partners. More than ever I’ve gotta win this thing. I want to prove it to Jacqueline too. I want her to know that I always win, that I always get what I want. Including her.
"You know," I say wanting to turn the conversation from business to pleasure. "After the day I’ve just had, I could use more than a drink." I wink at her.
"Well . . . I need a ride home. You could come up."
With that I’m guzzling my beer back in a hurry. The sooner we get out of here the better. I take her hand and lead her out of the bar and to my car. I push her gently back so she is leaning on it and we share a deep and intimate kiss. There are so many layers to Jacqueline and I want to know them all. I, being the gentleman that I am, open the passenger side door for her and we drive to her place. I’m getting amped up just being with her, and with the thoughts of what I’ll do to her when we get there.
She leads me through the lobby of her elegant building, and I think about how happy I am that she lives somewhere safe. All I want in this world is to keep her safe . . . in my arms. I know Jacqueline can take care of herself, but I’ve gotta make room in her life for me. I’ve gotta have her.
In the elevator we kiss and make out. She unbuttons the top of my shirt and takes my tie off. I hold her close and allow my hand to make its way to her breast and she moans in pleasure as the feeling spreads down her body and makes her wet, I’m sure.
The elevator opens directly to her apartment, and it’s beautiful and sumptuous of course. Jacqueline has great taste. She pours us some drinks and we make our way to the giant couch to continue to make out. She’s crawling up upon my lap, feeling my hardness rise to meet her. She smiles provocatively and bites her lip. Fuck, this is gonna be great.
Just then, just as I’m getting primed to make her mine once more, there is a knock at the door. Damn.