Content Advisory: Erotic
“You wanna dance?” The obviously drunk man never took his eyes off her chest.
Adrianne shook her head. “No, thanks.”
“Why not?”
“I just don’t want to.”
“You think you’re too good for me?” He moved closer, invading her space.
“I don’t owe you an explanation. I already said, ‘no.’”
A bimbo blonde passing by caught his attention and he sauntered after her.
Adrianne rolled her eyes and sipped her drink. Men were so easily distracted. She scanned the unruly crowd for her sister, Ava, who had mysteriously vanished in the last ten minutes.
St. Patrick’s Day had drawn a large crowd at McCallahan’s Pub. Adrianne had rebuffed advances from drunken assholes most of the night and she was almost ready to call it quits.
She stood on tiptoes, peering over the crowd. Ava had to be in here somewhere but Adrianne didn’t see her in the sea of people on the dance floor.
Pulling out her Blackberry, she quickly sent a text message to Ava asking where she was. In less than a minute, her phone vibrated in her hand. She read the message.
Great.
Ava hooked up with an old boyfriend and asked if Adrianne could wrangle her own ride home.
Adrianne searched the crowd for a familiar face, any familiar face. She didn’t want to call her brother to pick her up. She scrolled through her contacts and didn’t see one person she could call this late.
Fuck.
She made her way to the bathroom and checked her face in the mirror. Her brown hair framed her face, accentuating her blue eyes.
She never considered herself a beauty queen, but, tonight, she needed a baseball bat to beat back the steady stream of losers hitting on her.
Pushing through the maze of people, she decided to call a cab. She walked up to the counter to ask the bartender for the phone number when a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her off balance. Her phone fell from her hand and skidded across the floor.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph. What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled.
“I wanna talk to you.” The man leaned into her face. “It’s too loud in here. Let’s go out back.” His breath smelled like beer and his words tumbled out in a slurred mess.
“No. I don’t want to talk to you and I’m not going outside.” She yanked her arm away.
Another man stepped in front of her. “Time for you to leave, buddy,” he said, giving the drunk man a shove.
“Fuck you. I’m not going anywhere,” he muttered as he stumbled, falling flat on his ass.
A bouncer she’d seen at the front door earlier grabbed the man by his arm and pulled him toward the exit.
The big guy in the black t-shirt bent down and picked up her phone. He turned around. “Is this yours?”
“Yes. Thank you.” She looked up at him and her tummy tightened.
Delicious.
Now, why hadn’t this guy hit on her earlier?
“My pleasure, sweetheart. Are you okay?” His mouth curved into a smile, digging dimples into both cheeks. His shirt bore the name of the bar along with the phrase Feeling Lucky Tonight?
“Yes, I’m fine.” She took a deep breath.
“Come sit down. Let me get you a drink, on the house.”
She smiled at him and took a seat at the end of the bar.
He hopped over the counter. “What’s your poison?”
“An Italian Margarita would be great.”
He nodded. “Coming right up.”
She watched him mix her drink. His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his t-shirt and she couldn’t help but check out what appeared to be an impressive package hiding behind the fly of his Levi’s.
He placed her drink on a napkin in front of her. “Are you here by yourself?”
Adrianne shook her head. “Apparently, I am now. My sister abandoned me for an old flame.”
“Well, that wasn’t very nice.”
“She’s a slut.”
His eyebrows shot up. “That’s harsh.”
“They broke up a year ago and she still fucks him every other weekend. It’s stupid. They should just get back together.”
“Maybe they like the friends with benefits thing.”
“I guess so. I’m just irritated with her tonight. She left me with no ride home and a cab will cost me a fortune.”
“I’ll be shutting down in an hour. I can give you a ride home if you want to hang out.”
She pondered his offer while sizing him up. Tall, muscular, dark hair shaved into a buzz cut and those eyes. He had the most gorgeous green eyes she’d ever seen. She made a concerted effort to keep her tongue from lolling out of her mouth.
He smirked. “Are you checking me out?”
The heat between her legs quickly boiled up to her face, burning her cheeks. She shook her head. “No.”
He laughed. “You’re cute when you lie. What’s your name, darlin’?”
She took a sip of her drink. “Adrianne Thompson.”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He stuck his hand out. “I’m Derek McCallahan.”
“McCallahan? Is this your bar?”
He winked at her. “Yes, it is.”
He’s too good to be true.
I should just walk away now.
I’m never this lucky, not even on St. Patrick’s Day.
They talked off and on as Derek tended to guests and filled drink orders. Every snippet of conversation added to the sexual tension hanging in the air. He issued last call and within an hour, the place was deserted.
“I can help you clean up,” she offered.
“Not necessary. I have a crew that comes in around six in the morning to clean. I just make sure no one’s passed out in the bathroom before I lock up.”
She laughed and followed him around the bar. He paused in the pool hall.
“Now that my work night has ended, do you want to play a game of pool before I take you home?”
“Sure.”
He handed her a cue stick and chalked his own. “You can break.”
She leaned over the table and balanced the stick on her hand. Her shot barely scattered the balls.
Derek grinned at her. “Let me show you a trick.”
He rounded the table and put his hand over hers on top of the cue.
That first skin to skin contact sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through her body. Her heart pounded wildly in response.
They locked eyes and her breathing accelerated. She instantly pictured him fucking her on top of the bar or maybe right here, on the pool table.
Derek didn’t move but his lips parted as he stared at her.
“Are you gonna kiss me or what?”
He raised one eyebrow. “Sounds like you’re a girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”
“When I like something, I go for it. Do you want to give it to me?”
He smiled. Angling his head down, he touched his lips to hers.
Adrianne opened her mouth and licked his lips. Her nipples hardened and dampness seeped into her panties.
His tongue pushed into her mouth and his erection pressed against her belly.
She dropped the cue and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His hand cupped her breast, pinching her already hard nipple through her shirt.
Instinctively, she parted her legs. Her clit throbbed with pent up anxiety and she wanted his hand inside her panties.
Derek hiked up her skirt and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her off her feet. He planted her bottom on the edge of the table. Kissing her harder, his fingers traced a line up her thigh.
Heat coursed through her veins and she knew it wouldn’t take much to make her come.
He rubbed her on the outside of her panties.
Moving his lips to her neck, he said, “I’m going to eat your pussy before I fuck you.”
“Mmm, yes,” she muttered.
He dropped to his knees between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. His thumb tugged at the elastic of her panties, pulling them aside. He looked up at her and smiled before he sunk his tongue into her pussy.
Adrianne draped her legs over his shoulders and held on to his head. His tongue darted in and out of her while he rubbed her clit with his finger.
“You taste so sweet,” he said. “And, these are in the way.” He pulled her panties off her legs and spread her lips with his fingers, exposing her sex fully. He licked her pussy from bottom to top, flicking her swollen nub with his tongue. Slipping a finger inside her, he sucked her clit into his mouth. Each thrust of his finger brought her closer to the release she craved.
Her toes curled and her legs trembled. Clenching her thighs around his head, she cried out. Bright bursts of light erupted behind her closed eyelids and her mind went blank. At that moment, her reality consisted solely of Derek sucking her clit and finger fucking her fast and hard.
The orgasm lasted longer than she’d ever experienced and when he pulled his mouth away, she shivered.
He trailed kisses up her belly and tugged her shirt over her head. With one hand he removed her bra. His mouth went straight for her nipple while his hands squeezed and kneaded her flesh. He sucked her other nipple before moving up and kissing her mouth.
She tasted herself on his tongue and reached for his waistband. “I can’t wait, Derek.”
He pulled off his t-shirt and helped her unfasten his jeans, freeing his cock.
Her mouth watered at the sight of his erection. Adrianne hopped off the table and pushed him back against it. “Lay down.”
She climbed up between his legs and wrapped her hand around the base, stroking him once before deep throating his cock.
He groaned and pulled her hair.
She slid her lips up his length and swirled her tongue around the thick head.
“Holy shit,” he hissed. Derek pushed her head down and pulled it back up with her hair, setting the rhythm while he fucked her mouth.
His cock swelled and throbbed in her mouth and the salty taste on her tongue told her he was close.
Pulling her head away, he said, “I want to fuck you.”
She smiled and straddled him. Grabbing a hold of his dick, she guided it to her opening and impaled herself. She gasped, relishing the sensation of him buried so deep.
He pulled her against his chest and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth while she bounced on his cock. His fingers dug into her hips and he bucked into her hard. Rolling her onto her back, he held her legs open and forcefully thrust into her again and again.
“Derek,” she whispered, watching him move between her thighs, his balls slapping against her ass.
He didn’t answer and lowered his head to her breast. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out.
His demeanor turned aggressive. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head. Slamming into her harder and deeper than before, he said, “I’m going to come, Adrianne. Right now.”
“Okay,” she panted, biting her lip.
He thrust into her one last time and bit down on her neck. His cocked throbbed and pulsed his hot seed inside her.
Out of breath, he looked into her eyes. “This is officially the best night of my life.”
“I’m going to have to agree. We got lucky this St. Patrick’s Day.” She winked at him.
He kissed her on the lips. “Good old luck of the Irish.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on April 28, 2011!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2011 Melissa Ecker
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