Page 2 of Vesper Martinis

He gives me an equally cocky grin. “I am well aware of my…talents.”

I chuckle. “Well, we shall see about that,” I say, downing the rest of my drink.

He stands up straight, fixes his suit jacket, which already looks too perfect on his body, and walks past me. I scramble to pay the bartender, who gives me a knowing smile and wink. A “have fun,” as it were.

I catch up to Pierce as he stands outside the bar, waiting for me. The breeze is cool, but it doesn’t make me feel cold. My heart is racing too fast, and blood is pumping through my whole body. I’m tingling, and I can’t wait to touch him and see what he’s hiding under those clothes.

I don’t typically do hook-ups, especially with people I only had a five-minute conversation with. But there was something about him the second I looked at him that had my body screaming, “I want him. I need him.” And instead of chickening out, I went for it.

We take the elevator up to my hotel room, and I feel Pierce reach behind me and cup the small of my back. I’m only wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and he’s so close to my waistline. He slides his hand down and tucks a couple fingers under my belt. I shiver, and I turn my head and see Pierce looking straight ahead with a happy smile on his face, I assume because he got a reaction out of me.

The doors open, thank fuck, and as much as I’m in a hurry to get him inside, he’s taking his sweet time, drawing out the moment.

As soon as we do, I suddenly don’t know what to do. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex with anyone, and I’m shaking with need.

“I like you desperate,” he says as he comes up behind me, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.

I can feel his erection poking into my back, and I press myself against it.

“Mmmm,” he groans and palms my dick over my jeans.

Now it’s my turn to groan.

“You like my hands on you, don’t you?” Pierce growls in my ear as he rubs my cock over my pants.

“Fuck. Me. I breathe, and he squeezes.

“Answer me.” His other hand pulls at my hair, and he runs his teeth across the skin of my throat.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. I love your hands on me. Please,” the plea slips past my lips, and I can feel him smile.

He releases me and spins me around.

“I like how your face flushes like that,” he says, brushing his finger over my cheek. “Your eyes are dilated, and I can see the lust in them. Fuck, you look good.” He exhales sharply.

Then he says, “Take out my cock.”

His command is sharp and dripping with lust. I reach out and undo his belt. It takes me a little longer than I want it to. My fingers shake with anticipation, which makes it difficult to unfasten his belt. Pierce looks at me with amusement in his eyes but says nothing. He just lets me fool around with his belt until I get it. He hisses as I reach in and pull out his cock, smoothing my hand over the velvet skin.

I figured he was big, based on what I saw pressing against his slacks, but I wasn’t anticipating how perfect he’d look. I can wrap my fingers all around him, but I already know I wouldn’t be able to take all of him into my mouth. He’s soft like velvet and hard like steel with veins alongside the shaft, and his head is dripping pre-cum.

I guess I was taking too long because Pierce says something, breaking my staring contest with his beautiful cock.

“Don’t worry, that’s not the part of me that bites.” He winks.

I chuckle softly before licking my lips and sinking onto my knees. I inhale his masculine scent before gripping him at the base and then running my tongue up his shaft. Pierce groans above me, a deep, low, growling sound that almost sounds like he’s in pain.

He stays completely still, minus his thighs twitching and flexing as I go down on him, sinking my lips past the head, licking up the pre-cum.

Then Pierce grips my head and fucks my mouth roughly. I take breaths when I can as tears prick my eyes, and my cock aches so badly. The roughness sends a shiver down my spine. I like being handled, and it seems like Pierce knows precisely how to handle me.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like me fucking that mouth of yours. Hard.” He growls that last word as he pushes his cock entirely into my mouth.

I can’t breathe, but it feels fantastic.

He releases me, and I take a huge breath, a line of spit connecting my lips to his dick dangling between us.

“Get up,” he pants, his eyes wild.