Fuck.
She’s hot.
It’s dark and I take her face in my hands and kiss her softly; she smiles against me and kisses me back.
Arousal begins to pump hard through my body and my cock hardens in my pants.
Her tongue dances with mine and I frown. Fucking hell . . .
She’s really fucking hot.
Yes.
Yes.
Our tongues dance seductively as I begin to lose control. I lean into her.
My grip on her face tightens as my body begins to throb. She pulls back from me and licks her lips as she stares at me.
I reach for her and she holds her hand up as if to stop me.
“What are you doing?” I pant.
“I’ve had enough.” She sits up and takes her lipstick from her purse, totally unaffected.
My eyebrows rise in surprise. Huh?
She opens a compact mirror and begins to put her bright pink lipstick on.
I lean in and nibble her neck and goosebumps scatter up her arms once more. She smiles.
“Don’t bother with the lipstick; it will rub off on my dick,” I breathe into her ear.
She turns her head and seductively licks my lips; I almost blow on the spot.
“I’m going,” she whispers.
I smile darkly as I sit up to leave. “Yes . . . we are.”
She rolls her lipstick on. “Sit down, you’re not coming.”
“What?”
“Sorry.” She shrugs. “I guess I’m just not that into you.”
What does she mean?
She puts her mouth to my ear. “And for the record, you would be underneath me.”
I smirk. I like this game.
She bites my ear hard and I grab her head and hold it to mine.
For a moment, we stay close, bathing in the electricity between us.
And holy fuck, there’s a lot of it.
“What am I supposed to do about this?” I take her hand and place it over my hard cock.
Her eyes darken and she leans forward and kisses me again. “Go upstairs and fuck a model,” she breathes into my mouth.
I jerk back from her, unimpressed with her tone. “Careful,” I warn her.
She stands, steps over me, and with her long legs straight and on either side of mine, she leans down to me one more time. “Elliot,” she whispers.
I run my hands up her long legs. “Fuck off, we’re going home now.” I sit forward and she pushes me back in my chair. “My cock won’t go down,” I whisper up at her.
She kisses me as she reaches for something on the table and then I feel her hand at my crotch.
Hell . . . what must we look like?
Who fucking cares?
She kisses me once more and I smile against her lips as she undoes my fly.
Is she just going to jerk me off, right here? Fuck . . . she’s an animal.
Yes . . . yes . . . yes.
I feel a burn on my balls and my eyes snap open.
Cold, ice fucking cold.
“That better, baby?” she whispers as she stands, runs her hand down my stubble.
I look down to see that she has put a handful of ice down my briefs. “What the fuck?” I growl.