"That skirt supposed to be so short?"
The deep voice was practically in my ear. There was no reason for me to turn around. I would know that voice anywhere. Baron Corbin brushed against me as he wedged himself into the narrow space between myself and a voluptuous, platinum blonde. I didn't spare him a glance as I waited for the bartender to finish mixing my drink. My blunt nails drummed softly against the brass bar rail as I waited.
Natty's invitation to join them for Girl's Night Out caught me by surprise. Normally, they didn't invite me to join the tightly knit group of Divas. I was too new to the roster. I was trying to prove that I am worthy of their time and attention. On a whim, I decided to wear the ultra short black leather skirt and sapphire blue halter top. I completed the outfit with a pair of strappy heels and a sort of haphazard updo. My arrival in the hotel lobby had been met with approval and a round of good- natured teasing.
But, as I stood at the bar, a fresh whiskey sour in hand, I had a moment of uncertainty. Maybe my revealing outfit had been a bad idea. Maybe I should have gone with a burlap sack and saved myself from the unsolicited attention of the big man beside me.
Gathering my courage, I attempted to turn away from the bar. Before I could move, his warm fingers wrapped around my wrist. I glanced up at him, his dark eyes were unreadable in the low light. I pulled slightly, attempting to release myself from his grasp.
We studied each other for a long moment. Baron made no move to disentangle himself from me. My gaze dropped to the point where his long fingers held my slender wrist. I arched a brow.
"Do you mind?"
I felt the deep breath he released move across my cheek.
"Why are you playing hard to get?" Baron asked as he leaned closer.
The scent of his woodsy aftershave drifted across my senses. I hated the fact that he smelled good enough to eat. His grip remained firm even as he leaned a elbow against the shiny bar top.
I snorted in disbelief as I shook my head. Me? Play hard to get? The thought was absurd. Baron had been given ample opportunity to pursue me. Hell, I had practically thrown myself at him. His reaction had been a smirk and a quick turn on his heel. I stood there, in the back hallway of the Civic Center, looking like a fool as everyone snickered at my unceremonious rejection. Now, all of sudden, the Lone Wolf was looking for a little action? Too bad for him.
"You had your chance, Corbin."
I patted his hand before lightly gripping the back of his hand. I carefully pulled away each finger until I was finally free.
Not put off by my escape, Baron shifted. He blocked my retreat by slipping slightly behind me. I could feel his heat pressing into me from shoulder to thigh. In a panic, my eyes met his in the mirror behind the bar. The expression on his face was serious. His full mouth was pulled into a thin line. His dark eyes were wide. He watched me with the same intensity that made him lethal in the ring. It was obvious that he was calculating his next move.
He leaned closer, pressing his hips against mine for a fleeting moment. His fingers drifted up the length of my bare arm and over my shoulder. He stopped once his fingers came to rest against the fluttering pulse at my throat.
His voice was husky against my ear, "I was a fucking idiot to turn you down."
His gaze never wavered from mine. I knew I should look away. The intensity in those whiskey colored depths was too much. However, something in his expression made me unable to do so.
Baron leaned down until his nose was buried in my hair. He made a low sound in his chest. The growl brought goose bumps to my skin.
"I won't make that mistake again. Come on, doll, give me a chance."
I drew in a shaky breath. My instinct was to tell him to fuck off. He'd mortified me in front of everyone we knew. The sting of his rejection was still strong. But as I looked into his eyes, I found it almost impossible to deny him.
Baron's nose trailed from my hair, down to my ear. He nuzzled me for a moment before moving lower. He placed a hot kiss against my throat. His lips were heavenly soft on my skin. My knees weakened. I gripped the bar rail tightly and prayed for strength.
"Five minutes is all I need." Baron whispered as his lips changed direction and skated upward.
The challenge was evident in those heated words. My body agreed whole-heartedly. In fact, it would give anything to find out exactly what he would accomplish in those five minutes. My thighs moved restlessly, desperate to ease the intense ache that settled low in my body. A whimper escaped as Baron's free hand lightly gripped my hip. He pulled me into the cradle of his thighs. His cock was throbbing and hard as it rested against the crease of my ass.
"Just say yes." Baron encouraged as he rested his chin against my bare shoulder.
My gaze dropped from his as I considered the possibilities. Denying him would send me into a hellish nightmare of unsated desire. Giving in would open Pandora's box. Baron sensed my indecision. His wide palm moved from my hip to rest against my lower belly. His fingers rested a hair's breadth away from my mound. All I had to do was wiggle just a fraction of an inch and his touch would be exactly where I needed it most.
"Come on, baby, let me show you how good it can be." Baron's deep voice was a husky whisper.
The instant those words left his supple lips, the decision was made. I was helpless to deny him. My answer was a single bob of my head. Had he not been watching so intently, he would have missed the subtle response. A savage curse left him as his grip tightened. He pulled me tightly to him. His free hand dug into his jeans pocket. After slamming down a hundred dollar bill, he pulled me away from the bar.
The flash of disco lights were a blur as his long strides brought us to the exit. He pulled me into the alley that ran between the bar and quaint bookstore next door. As the heavy metal door slammed shut, I realized what was about to happen. The very thought of Baron fucking me in the dark alley brought an undeniable wash of pleasure. I leaned against the building's facade as Baron's dark eyes swept the area. Once he was assured we were indeed alone, he stepped toward me.
He didn't give me a chance to so much as breathe before his mouth captured mine. A second later, his bulky frame settled against me. The rough brick exterior bit into my tender flesh as Baron's hips pushed into mine. His cock was hot and insistent as it pressed at the juncture of my thighs.
He continued kissing me, plundering my mouth with his tongue. He explored every inch of me, tracing over my teeth and gliding along the plumpness of my lower lip. I melted into his kiss, my arms wrapping around his waist. I held him close as he devoured me.
A startled gasp left me as his fingers skirted up my side. His gentle touch surprised me as he followed the curve of my rib cage. The instant his long fingers grasped my breast, my knees weakened. He kneaded the pliant flesh before his fingers found the puckered tip. A groan left Baron as he plucked at my nipple.
The electricity of his touch was unbearable. I gasped into his kiss, silently begging for more. He put an inch of space between us, allowing him to grasp the hem of my skirt. He pulled the material upward, exposing my over heated flesh to the night breeze. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the cool sensation.
Baron's muttered curse brought me back to my senses. He glanced between us, taking in the barely there lace panties I'd impulsively chosen. He watched the scene unfold as his fingers drew along the seam of my thighs. As if pulled by a magic string, they opened for his exploration. He sucked in a ragged breath as his index finger stoked the damp material.
"You're so fucking wet, kitten." Baron's low voice was full of praise.
I watched as his tongue darted out. He licked his lips as he pressed his fingers against my lace covered clit. He held the pressure until it was more than I could take.
My back arched, silently asking for more. Baron was quick to oblige. He pushed aside the thin material separating us. He slid a thick finger between my slick folds. He gave no warning before sinking inside. My eyes squeezed shut as he worked me, his thumb sweeping tight circles over my clit.
"Do you like that, baby?" He purred as he leaned down.
He burrowed into the crook of my shoulder, his sharp teeth finding the tender spot there.
My cry of pleasure echoed in the sudden stillness. Baron took it as encouragement to add a second finger. I felt stretched to the breaking point. The only relief was the exquisite pleasure he wrought. Each pass of his thumb against my clit drove me closer to the edge. A desperate whimper left me.
Unable to resist any longer, my hands snaked between us. I fumbled with the heavy belt buckle. Once it parted, I made quick work of freeing the copper button and zipper. The instant my fingers found his cock, he growled in approval. The plum shaped knob rested against the hard ridge of his stomach. The tip was dewy with beads of desire. My thumb swept over the broad head, gathering the slick essence. I brought my thumb to my lips and sucked it clean. Baron's earthy flavor exploded on my tongue. He tasted of every mysterious, forbidden desire I'd ever had. He was salty and sweet and I instantly wanted more.
Shoving the heavy denim down his thighs gave me full access to his thick cock. He was unbelievably long and as thick as my wrist. The heavy length jutted out at me, the twin weights below were drawn tight. Following the network of veins, I traced him from base to tip and back again. Baron groaned softly, his hips thrusting into my exploring hands.
"Please, Baron." The words left me in a heated rush.
Baron growled something I couldn't make out. His fingers slipped from my slick with a soft pop. Instantly, the emptiness overwhelmed me. I wanted him fiercely. I stared up at him, my breasts heaving in his grasp.
"Come here." Baron took a step back, his eyes never leaving my face. He quickly turned us, his back now against the rough brick.
He held my gaze as he pushed his jeans further down his heavy thighs. His right hand slid down to wrap around cock. He gripped the throbbing length and stroked. I watched in fascination as the wide head disappeared into his hand. When it reappeared, a drop of cream beaded onto the tip.
Pushing at his hand, I leaned down to capture the weeping head between my lips. I groaned as once again, his flavor exploded. Baron's palm cupped the back of my head, guiding my movements. I took him as deeply as possible, my tongue laving the underside. Baron swore softly as I picked up a quick rhythm, my head bobbing over his shaft.
Baron thrust upward, meeting my movements. His soft grunts were music to my ears. I felt so feminine and powerful as I took his cock deeper. He allowed me to continue a moment longer. Then, his fingers threaded into my hair. He applied enough pressure to separate my lips from him. As he drew me upward, he kissed me fiercely. My senses swam. I didn't know if up was down or where I was. All I knew was the soul consuming passion burning through my veins.
Grabbing my hips, Baron spun me away from him again. The sound of lace rendering was lost in the darkness. All I could concentrate on was the feel of my ass connecting with Baron's thighs. His warm palm wrapped around the back of my neck. He held me firmly as he bent me at the waist. For a moment, I felt more exposed than ever. My weeping pussy was bared to his hungry gaze. I knew I presented the perfect picture of wanton lust.
I heard the soft rustle of foil a second before a torn, gold packet landed on the worn concrete between my feet. I heard a rumble from Baron as he rolled the condom on. An instant later, his hands grabbed my hips. Without warning, he buried in to the hilt. My lusty scream echoed off the walls. It mixed with Baron's shout, blending into a symphony of perfection.
He thrust forward at the same time he pulled my hips downward. The friction he created was perfect. My pussy wept as he quickly pushed forward and withdrew. The pace was almost brutal yet exactly what I wanted. I didn't want gentle. I wanted Baron in all of his wildness. I wanted him unbridled and untamed. And that was exactly what he gave.
His rough fingers dove between my legs. He found my clit with his middle finger and began rubbing tight, hard circles. The pressure grew to unbelievable proportions. Incoherent words fell from my lips as I begged Baron to end the torture.
Baron's hand found my breast. He gripped the tender flesh as his movements intensified. He pulled at my nipple then rolled the hard tip between his calloused fingers. On the third pass, I could no longer bear it. Stars exploded in my vision. My pussy clamped tightly down on his cock. He was barely able to continue his frantic fucking as I came. His name fell from my lips as I rocked back against him. I came until my pussy ached.
Baron's orgasm started just as mine ended. He shouted as his cock swelled in my depths. The fingers clutching my nipple tightened. Quick, sharp jabs carried him through the waves of pleasure. He didn't stop until his balls were empty. He shifted abruptly, pulling me flush against him. Our ragged breaths mingling as I fought to regain my senses.
I didn't realize I was crying until Baron's soft lips traced the salty trails down to my chin. He whispered to me, soothing away the last tendrils of tension. The words were intelligible but the tone was infinitely soothing. As the last spasms of pleasure faded from my limbs, Baron slowly withdrew from my scalding depths. He held me close, not allowing so much as an inch of space between us.
He cradled me tenderly, his warm palms sliding over my exposed skin. With his hands on my hips, he slowly turned me to face him.
"You're mine now, baby." He whispered before claiming my lips.
While his kiss was tender, it was no less passionate than before. As Baron continued his gentle onslaught, I knew I could not possibly argue with him. I'd been fighting the inevitable all long. The Lone Wolf had finally claimed his mate.