STEVIE

"Err, it's only 11pm. I think I can manage another couple of hours before I turn into a pumpkin." I confirmed.

Who was this guy? Ordering me around like – who knew, like what? I'd finally managed to get into a pub – on my own, no less – and it felt like I was being ushered out.

God!

I longed for the days when I was able to sit at a bar, surrounded by friends – by family – and just be left in peace. Or - end up dancing on the corner stage with a bottle of Tequila – that was more likely – and nobody giving two shits about why.

That was the thing. Back in Devon, I could've done that. I could have cried, I could have sang, I could have started a healthy debate and not one of my surrounding buddies would think any less of me. None of them would have pat me on the back and pushed me out the door. Just because they couldn't handle my drama, or whatever the fuck had got me twisted. Most likely James. It was always James.

Nope!

They would have waited for me to pass out cold, probably with tearful cheeks and then they would have carried me to the plush corner sofa. Just after ordering any previous occupants to get the fuck off and leave. I'd have woken up with a blanket covering me too. And almost always, a brother would have been watching over me. Asleep too. But he would've been there nonetheless.

"Pumpkin or not. We're leavin' button nose." he ordered.

"Button nose...?" I scrunched. Was he insulting me, or being cute? The dude was giving me whiplash – he was too hard to figure out. "...I don't think – "

"Now."

"Jesus! Just you wait a God damned minute, who the hell – "

"I ain't waitin'. We're leavin'. I'll take you home. Let's go. Now."

Dumbfounded. I watched as he rose from his seat, and I saw the size of his thighs as they nudged the table top, edging closer to me. Eye level with you know what.

I gulped. I was looking and I couldn't stop. He wasn't wearing leathers after-all, but he was wearing black jeans. A tiny tear in the denim was allowing his skin to peak out on the front of his thigh. Holy Moly! The dude was fine. And really, really pushy! His accent was killing me too!

My bottom lip dropped, as my eyes shot down to his hand reaching out. His fingers circled around the hook of my elbow and I tried to immediately jerk free but his hold was firm. Not rough, or aggressive – just, hard. Manly. Assertive!

"I'm not ready to go home yet..." I muttered, letting myself be manoeuvred out of the booth as I tried to slip my shoes back on. The strap that went around my ankle was now slack, and the tiny little buckle was now underneath my heal. It dug in and it bloody hurt!

"...ouch. Wait..." I was still being rushed. "...I just need – "

"Tike" he addressed, and I looked up with wide eyes, trying to connect with Tike behind the bar. My hair was sweeping in front of my eyes and I blew out a breath to move it. My elbow was still in Jason's palm and it was then I looked up at him. A slight pant in my breath as I was being unnecessarily badgered. Gosh, he was real tall. I was tall too but he had a good 3 inches on me, plus I had my inch heels on.

"I can manage to walk on my own. I'm not that drunk." I sighed, and our eyes penetrated as our bodies bumped together. Something was happening. Something good. Something that touched on recognition for each other.

He had the softest eyelashes too. I was super jealous of those.

"Tike..." he repeated whilst looking at me. And holy hell water, he swept his tongue over his bottom lip. I immediately bit into the inside of my cheek, and I found it really hard to breathe. "... I'm headin' out Tike. Don't forget about those rooms, understood?"

"You got it Wolf. I'll take care of it tomorrow morning."

"What rooms? What Wolf?" I asked, confused. Confused with everything!

We still stared at each other. It was really intense, and awkward. Awkward as hell, for me.

He eventually let my elbow go, and turned into me; his fingers touched very lightly on my hips. All I could do to hold myself up was clutch my arms into my chest and let my forearms touch his torso. He'd gone and chuckled at my questions too. Did he find me that ridiculous?

"That's my business, not yours." he whispered. His head tilted down and I leaned further into him. It felt really, really good.

And this was the moment that his eyes completely changed. Like a complete shift in character, as his index finger lightly tapped my nose; his eyes concentrating so deeply that I was about to slither to the floor as he slowly melted my composure completely.

Oh dear God!

"I-I... um" I really had nothing else to say. Was this really fucking happening?

"Cat got that tongue again, button?" he grinned, and I felt his hands more solidly on my hips. I literally felt the world around me disappear. He was totally out of my league. I was a 6 – 7 at best – and this dude blew straight passed 20. He was off the damn chart of hotness. He fucking smouldered.

I beamed a smile, and for some unknown, fabulous reason, I grew a pair of gigantic balls. It was like I was a different person. A person with guts. A woman with desire. What the fuck was this guy doing to me?

I opened my fisted hands, and gently laid them on his chest. He felt solid, strong and sturdy.

Moving up higher, I rounded my hands onto his shoulders and during the whole movement I watched as he swallowed that awkward dryness that mimicked my own undoing. His body ridged, and taut. That felt great under my hands.

"I wish somethin' did have my tongue." I murmured.

He immediately had a fucking come-back. "Ah, so you are fixin' for a guy tonight?"

That did it.

He was so quick off the mark. I seemed to never have time to recover. And he was so damned forward! Why couldn't he have just shut up and kissed me, or something – or anything!

I blushed. I couldn't help it. I thought I could handle him. I thought I could tap into my old confidence, but I was quickly remembering that I was still a shadow of my former self. That sucked balls!

Dropping my hands away from him, I gathered up my bag that had fell between us. I didn't care that he saw my forlorn face. I'd been quickly reminded of how lame I was. I couldn't even flirt anymore. Fuck! Nearly 30 years old, and I think my libido was dead. I was just about ready to call that damned taxi. Tonight was fucking over.

JASON

I was fucked.

If she was somebody else's old lady, those bastards really should have fucking told me. Because they hadn't. So things were slowly becoming clearer. If they never told me the details, how was I supposed to make an informed decision. Yeah, that would work. I'd convinced myself, quite easily it seemed.

She was getting fucked tonight. She'd smelt fantastic! Her hands touching me! And those damned cheeks that blushed at every word I said. She was fast becoming my new play thing!

I walked her to the door, and I was pretty certain she hadn't worked out my end game – just yet. She fumbled in her bag as I placed my hand on the small of her back. And I'd been given the opportunity to search her curvy frame without her seeing. All along her side profile, and back up her legs to the perfectly rounded ass. She was a pretty tall chick too. I'd never really gone for tall women before but there was something about her legs. Long, and I just fucking bet her thighs could crush the hell outta me. I couldn't fucking wait. My dick was semi hard at just the thought. Tonight's prospects were looking superb!

Then, her damn hand pulled out her cell phone from the bottomless pit of her handbag. Oh fuck no! She wasn't going to call a cab. No way!

"Yeah. You won't need that." I confirmed. Taking the phone from her hand, and slipping it into my back jeans pocket.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Give me back my phone." she argued, and thankfully we'd made it out onto the forecourt of the pub.

"Rela – "

"Don't tell me to relax mister!" she shouted and I was quicker than I thought I'd be. She'd darted her fist out and she'd fully intended on landing it somewhere in the vicinity of my chest. I snatched at her wrist and gripped it hard before she'd made any real contact.

"Don't do that." I dead-panned.

"What do you want from me?" she squeaked. She suddenly looked real small and feeble. The fire burning behind my eyes subdued the effort it had taken for her to stand up to me. I had that effect on most people.

And I saw her bottom lip quiver. She tried so fucking hard to hide it, and no matter how hard I tried, it softened me to see her that way. Still holding her wrist, I saw how she eyed my grip; my hand was huge compared to her sturdy twigs.

"Give me your time sweetheart. Keep those little guns locked down though, yeah?" I smiled, and I knew it had reached my eyes because I meant for it to. I really had no intention of harming her.

What the fuck was going on here? I hadn't meant to upset her. In fact I'd wanted the complete opposite. Thankfully she smiled back, and rubbed her lips together, her eyes dropping away from mine as I let her go. She searched the floor, and I wondered what the fuck she looked for. I couldn't keep her damned eyes on mine, and it frustrated the hell outta me. I wanted to look at her. She was fucking gorgeous! It'd pissed me off that the night sky had hidden away her smooth as silk skin. She was definitely getting fucked with the light on.

STEVIE

"I need to go home" I breathed.

"No you don't. I got a room back here. Let's go talk some more."

I laughed. He was too straight-forward for me. I couldn't handle his determination, and I wasn't really good enough for him. He could do way better than me, and because I knew that, I knew it was a pity fuck he offered. God that was upsetting!

"Um, I'm not rea – "

It happened so quick, and I wasn't even looking his way when I tried to explain that I wasn't really into one night stands anymore. His hand had snatched the back of my head, and I sucked up my bottom lip quick enough just before his lips fell down onto mine.

Holy Mother of God.

He was so fast. And I dwarfed his big attitude toward kissing. He really took control and I struggled so hard not to open my mouth. But when he'd swiftly moved his lips off mine, I immediately opened my mouth and searched his face in total shock. It was a rookie mistake. I'd even done it times myself, but he got me good.

As soon as I'd locked eyes with him, it'd made my chest tighten and I'd instinctively gripped onto his biceps as he latched his lips back onto my now open mouth. This time it was a whole lot of different. His smirk tore at my emotions and I didn't know whether it was because I presented something so easy for him, or whether he just found me funny in general. It also confused the fuck out of me because I battled with the reasons as to why I gave a fuck. He was the one kissing me. I didn't provoke this. Maybe he couldn't stop grinning because he really did find me attractive? I really didn't know.

And Jesus hell-fire, his tongue was so soft my mind was slowly being put on the back burner and my body's motor started to purr. I kissed him back as if what I was doing was normal for me. I couldn't actually control myself. His arms felt great, and he stepped further into me with his fingers tangling into the bottom of my tied back hair. Naturally, I circled my arm around his neck and my other hand stroked to his shoulder, rubbing softly at his chest. My fingers teasing his collarbone because I couldn't get e-fucking-nough of him.

I moaned. He deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing it's way inside and swallowing me whole. My panties heated and a dribble of excitement bubbled from my lower lips. God this was such a rush!

"That's it baby. Let me in." he goaded.

God, that was corny but I freaking loved it.

"Shit..." I mumbled. "...I've gotta get outta here." I said, still clutched onto his shoulders, the front of my body touching his, and his belt buckle pushed just at the top of my apex. The heels that I wore allowed our bodies to match up perfectly. Damn, was this really happening?

"Fuck! You got the sweetest lips babe"

"I bet you say that to all the girls" I laughed.

"C'mon, let's get outta here. What you got to lose button?"

"Not my virginity if that's what you're hoping" I giggled.

He barked out a laugh, standing up straight and I found myself going with him. Latching onto his body as he pulled me closer. It felt comfortable. It felt right. As if my life depended on it.

"You gotta be kiddin' me...?" he said to the sky, and I grinned up at him. "...I ain't interested in that mess darlin'."

I immediately blushed.

"You shy?" he asked.

"No. Why?"

"These little cheeks tell me otherwise." he stroked both my cheeks with his thumbs, cupping my face as I squeezed tighter on the tops of his biceps. Of course, I reddened more.

"Well I guess I'm a little rusty." I confessed.

"Ah fuck, baby..." he groaned, and his face twisted up in mock frustration. "...you gotta let me in. You're killin' me. That what you want? I'll lay down and play dead if it'll get you to admit you want this too?"

I giggled, and he smiled. His hazel eyes were intense, they sometimes looked blue, maybe green – so hooded by his eyebrows, it was hard to tell, and he'd looked kinda evil but playful at the same time. A mystery. Narrowing my own eyes, I looked at a scar going through his left eyebrow, and he said nothing in return. Just watched me, watching him.

"How did you get this scar?" I asked, and touched a finger to the faint line that separated his eyebrow into two sections. A few strays hairs sprouted into different directions because of it.

I studied him, briefly unafraid of my massive low self-esteem, and it was then I noticed the continuation of the scar. Like little drops of tears, and a slight slither of silver in the skin pigmentation just under his eye at the very top of his cheekbone. It looked like the world's smallest train track deep under his skin.

His warm breath hitched as my eyes concentrated on his skin. He was stunning. And it was a hard word to associate him with, but it was true. He really was. The snaking of his arm around my lower back caused my chest to squeeze into his and he pulled me tighter than I'd ever been held before. His eyes closed and he buried his face into my neck as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. My own face was forced into the muscled grove of his shadowed neck and he smelt surprisingly clean. Freshly washed. Nice.

Oh Shit! He'd pulled me tight to his body for a damned good reason.

I felt it. His other arm wrapped around me and he gripped me within a bear hug that had me feeling every lump and bump his body offered. His cock was so hard, and my pussy instantly clenched with a desire that fed my once fleeting confidence. Only because his protruding member nestled so conveniently into the heat of my own arousal. My heart pounded with a want I thought long left me.

"I'll tell you about the scar. If you tell me how wet you are right now?" he mumbled into my neck, his lips drifting over my skin and his face hair reminding me of the man that held me. A real man.

JASON

The indecision on her face was slowly ebbing away. I could see it as I pulled back from our embrace, but kept my hands on her hips. One of which was on display as my hand snaked under the hem of her top and gently squeezed her skin. I knew that if I continued to keep that contact I had a chance of swaying her. I just knew it. The skin on skin contact was fucking electric.

"I won't bite." I added. And I didn't know why I was so damned determined. It was the challenge; it had to be. It was always the challenge, wasn't it?

"Not unless I ask you to, right?" she asked.

The chick wasn't even joking. She had meant to be teasing but her eyes twinkled with something of concern. The poor bitch didn't trust me much. Her look almost doubted me.

I hated that.

"You call the shots. What you say goes. What I want never trumps it. I promise you that."

She seemed more sceptical with my honesty, than scared of my strength compared to her. She must have known if I'd wanted something she didn't want to give, I could have taken it anyway – if I was that kind of asshole. But I wasn't. She was ninety-nine percent up for this fuck-fest. And that excited me more and more, but I hadn't missed the pain in her eyes, and the way they held something much deeper. Something much more desperate, and raw. It intrigued the fuck outta me. And if it wasn't for my raging hard-on, I might have given a shit about that look but this was about to get really interesting. I couldn't afford for the conversation to change. I didn't want to blow this chance. I'd not fucked in weeks!

Her face was mere inches from mine, the eagerness to kiss her again was strong as I swept my gaze all over her flawless skin. I came back to her eyes full circle, and they penetrated the hell outta me.

"You realise I'm not that drunk to know you're way outta my league. But drunk enough to let this happen. Right?" she said.

That raised my hackles. I wanted to fuck, not spend the night stroking this girl's low self-esteem but here I was. Face screwed up in complete distaste at the utter bullshit she spewed. Where the fuck did this girl get her mirrors from? She was hot as hell! She ranked high. She turned fucking heads. She'd turned mine like a damned owl the first time I saw her. What a lucky bastard I was. Sent to watch this little devil in angel wings.

"Oh man..." I growled, shaking my head in disbelief, refusing to even entertain her comment. "...I am gonna fuck some sense into you woman. We doin' this or what?" I asked, gripping hard at her body; my hands now moving underneath her armpits. I was fucking winning!

"Where is your room?" she muttered; embarrassed but she really had no need to be.

"Fuck yes!" I roared and immediately lifted her off the floor. Up toward the sky like I lifted a damned trophy, before heaving her over my shoulder.

For a tall girl, she was still ridiculously light. Her squeal of protest echoed in the forecourt and I slapped her ass as I marched off to the side of the pub. My dick was extremely happy with this outcome. I already felt myself giving it the pep talk. The show was mother-fucking on!

Tike's Free House had a driveway to the side, it was maybe at least two car lanes in width as it shot straight out into the darkened night. No lights paved the way but I knew where I headed, and it didn't take long before the outhouse appeared in front of us.

I put her down to her feet once I reached the door, and I watched as she struggled to catch her bearings. She clung to my arm, her hands circled my bicep as she focused her eyes in the darkness behind us. She was a little jittery and I made a mental note of it. I was still detailed to her after-all, and I always kept tabs on peoples weaknesses. It was all part and parcel of my job, I guess. And she was still under my protection.

"I didn't realise there were rooms behind this place. It's nice." she surveyed. Walking around the room, eyeing the bed mischievously as she put distance between us.

The room was nice actually. Nothing special, just American motel standard but in England, and it had a great bed. Tike must've bought it new recently.

"You wanna drink?"

"Oh yes please" she almost shouted.

Nervous! Poor bitch. And I chuckled in thought, because it had certainly sealed her fate. There was something about an innocence in women that turned me the fuck on. I was pretty convinced most guys dug it, but shit, I had a real thing for bringing out the bad in my women. I wanted to corrupt the hell outta her. Get her wild side raging, because every girl had that streak, right? You just gotta know how to tease it, and then the games begun. It was all part of the rush. I fucking loved it.

She chugged on the beer I'd passed her way, and I stood close as her big eyes latched to mine. She still tried to gulp it down as I took it away with a laugh.

"Easy babe. I want you awake for this."

"I'm a little nervous..." she winced. "... I don't even like beer." she smiled sheepishly.

"No shit. When's the last time you fucked?"

"Oh my god..." she blinked at me, and her cheeks blushed again. "... you can't ask a girl that question."

"Oh I can..." I laughed more. "... and I just did." I smirked.

"Yeah, well. I'm not answering" she finalised and stepped passed me.

I caught the slight smugness; the audacity of my frankness etched on her face and it called to me like the damned mother-ship. I snatched at her upper arm and pulled her back but quickly changed direction as I pushed her toward the bed. It was rough, but she had to understand what she was in for. I wasn't a man that handled roses very well. I'd certainly be the thorn in her side, and she was going to love every second of it.

"Don't matter anyway babe. I want in no matter what." I growled and shoved her on the bed.

Her ass bounced and her legs instinctively pinged open, and then quickly shut up shop. Fuck, I wished she'd had a skirt on. It would have been perfect to dive down, but she wore cropped trousers that stuck to her thighs instead. Thankfully her blouse had fallen off her shoulder more, and the bounce on the bed had raised the front, so her belly was now on display. Her skin was lightly tanned and she quickly spread her hand over the flesh; a poor attempt to cover her undoing.

"Don't hide away button. I'm gonna lick all over that silky skin." I declared; not even looking at her face as I gripped her ankle and straightened her leg down on the bed, tugging her toward me.

Her knees prised open slightly and I couldn't stop the fire behind my eyes. Fuck. I wanted to devour her as I followed her onto the bed and put my other hand to the opposite knee, spreading her legs wide open. Her eyes were getting bigger by the second but I watched as she looked down my body and drank in what I offered. The dilation of her pupils was unmissable. I leaned over, making sure my jeans covered cock pressed directly into her core before she even got a chance to deny me.

Fuck she was hot!

I kissed her, and shit, she kissed me back. She was on fire. Literally. I felt the damn flames lick up my thighs as I felt the roll of her pelvis. She relaxed her legs, and spread wider for me. I was nothing short of dry humping my way to an orgasm, but in actual fact, it was her. She was the one driving this show, and well, I kinda liked it.

"Oh shit" she purred. One arm slung around my neck, whilst the other one roamed down my side, clutching my arm, and then touching the side of my face. She was all over me. Her hand felt like fucking flames kissing my skin. I needed more. I needed skin on skin.

Quickly I raised myself up to my knees, sitting back on my haunches as I flung both my arms over my head and gathered up the back of my tee. She was briefly out of sight as I dragged the material over my head and tossed it across the room. Strands of my hair flew around me as I gave the dishevelled look a new meaning. Chicks usually dug it for some reason. But for me, it was nearly that time of year that I cut the fucking lot off.

"Oh bloody hell" she sighed, and her bottom lip was being attacked by her nipping teeth as she reached her finger tips to touch my stomach.

"You like...?" I asked, smirking with satisfaction of her clear appreciation. But I didn't give her time to actually answer, I wasn't that fucking vain. I was in shape because I had to be. "... your turn..." I nodded down at her chest. "...and don't be shy about it. I can see your little nipples already."

Ping! There went her cheeks blushing like a damned nun in a whorehouse. I'd never tire of that.

"You'll have to help me." she squeaked.

That I could do.

Still sitting back, my ass touching my heels, I gripped at her elbows and pulled her upright. Her face was level with my chest as I quickly gathered up her blouse and whipped it over her head. I had no idea where her top landed because my eyes were transfixed on her whiter than white bra. It looked fucking great on her tanned skin! The way it held her tits; nice big tits that could easily fit into my hands and then-some. I was chomping at the bit to get it off her.

"I'd rather keep my bra on if – "

"Fuck no! Take it off. Now." I cut in, almost immediately before she denied my view of those tits she'd wanted to hide. This chick was crazy if she thought I was some two-pump boy wonder. This was lasting all damned night, and I needed tits to play with for the duration of her stay.

Pushing her down on the bed, I kissed over her chest, around her collarbone and up to her lips. Painfully ignoring her taut nipples that poked through her lacy bra. My forearm held me slightly away from her but my hand cupped the back of her head, fingers clutching at her hair. My other hand kneaded at her thigh, hip and then eagerly at the skin underneath her bra covered tits. I felt her arm, it was caught under my side that leaned most of my weight. She wiggled for movement and then her fingers circled the top of my jeans as my tongue surged passed her lips. My thumb tracing under her bra, gently touching the plump roundness of her soft skinned tits.

Fuck, I wanted this.

And she'd been hesitant at first, but fuck me, she'd wanted it now. Her hips still rolled, trying with success to grind her pussy against me. I was hard as fucking nails. Even the way she lifted her head toward me, unable to disconnect our lips for even a second rest before she clawed back at me. Her tongue was so soft, gentle but needy as she moaned into my mouth.

"You're such a good kisser" she sighed, and I instantly grinned down at her. Edging away as she tried to kiss me again – turned on more as I watched her try bite into me.

"Yeah? I like kissin' you baby. You know what else I like kissin'?"

"N-no"

"Let me show you."

AN

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