Page 107 of Bourbon and Lies

The way red flares up her neck and her eyes widen slightly, she wasn’t expecting it. And fuck, do I love throwing her off.

Widening her stance, she bends forward, forcing her panties to ride up the crack of her plump ass. My fingers loop around the waistband and roll them down her legs. I lean closer to her ear and whisper, “Hands on the chair, baby.”

She’s going to need some leverage. Sucking in an audible breath with the demand, she does as she’s told. Her skirt falls slightly with the movement, so I bunch it up around her waist and rub a small circle around right before I give her one swift smack on her ass that pulls the tiniest noise from her lips. When I rub that spot and do it again, this time, she stays quiet.

“You okay, honey?”

She inhales, and on the exhale, laughs, “More than okay.”

“Good,” I say, and then follow it up with three good slaps that leave her with a pinkened cheek that’ll be long gone by the time we’re done in here. And now, I’m hungry.

I drop to my knees and spread her open, growling into her as my tongue swipes her slit. I glide my thumbs along each side of her ass cheeks and spread her open even more so I can reachand roll my tongue against her clit. The moment I circle it, she moans, long and low, her ass wiggling back for more.

As easy as it would be to bury my cock in her right now, I want to finish out this impromptu fantasy. I stand and take a step back, admiring how perfect she looks bent over that chair.

She peeks over her shoulder. “Where’d you go, cowboy?”

I look down at the black hat I tossed on the table when we came here. The lights are dim and warm, bathing her in a hue that makes those pretty lips painted red look even more pouty than usual. She twists her body so she’s sitting on that club chair, gazing up at me. “You want to try out those lucky numbers now, too?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

Chuckling, I pluck the hat off the table with two fingers and twirl it in my hand. “No, honey.” I tilt her mouth toward mine and bend lower to kiss her, letting my thumb rub along her bottom lip. And then I watch that red lipstick smudge along the side of her chin. Fuck, I’ve wanted to see her like this—messy and willing to do whatever I ask of her.

I run my hand down from her chin to her neck and glide it past her shoulder, letting my fingers glide along her arm and down her wrist until her fingers line up with mine. I lift her hand and guide her up out of the chair. When she stands, I place the hat on her head. She watches me do it with a tiny, knowing smirk that kicks up along the right side of her mouth.

I’ll never get over the way she looks at me.

She pulls the other strap of her white tank down, and the move has the tank sliding just enough so it teases me with the tops of her breasts. The allure of her is almost as gratifying as having her.Almost. Grabbing at her skirt again, she drags it higher, showing me the edges of her pussy. “You taking me for a ride?”

I don’t answer. Instead, I flip open the button to my pants and fold down the zipper.

She studies me doing it, biting at that lip like she can’t wait to hear what else I want.

“Take it out,” I demand. I can’t see her eyes from under the brim of that hat, but I can hear her breath hitch when her hand finds how hard I am.

Fuck, she’s good for my ego.

I sit back in the club chair. “I think it’s a good time for that lesson. You wanted to learn how to ride? Be my good girl and ride me.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She steps closer, throwing one leg over my spread thighs and then straddling me, hovering right above my cock and lining her pussy right up. Holding her skirt nice and high, she sinks down onto my length with a sigh. I’ll never take for granted how good this feels. She rolls her hips forward to find just the right spot. The sweet sounds she makes have me eager to fuck up into her, but she’s supposed to be riding me, and I want this to last.

“Like this, sir?”

My eyes dart up to her smirking face, and I rub my hand over my mouth. She’s playing right along. “That’s it. Shoulders back, tits out, baby.” I bite back the smile from this little role-play moment, rubbing my thumb along the tip of her hard nipple. “Now squeeze when you’re ready to move.”

Leaning back, I grip the front of her skirt that’s fallen from her grasp and pull it up and tight. I want to see it.Fuck.The way she’s rolling her hips, slow and deep, is working me over so damn good. “Look at how we fit together, baby.”

I meet her gaze and then look down at where we’re connected, urging her to do the same. To see the way I’m so deep inside of her and how she moves so that I can hit her just the way she likes. I lick the pad of my thumb and bring it to her clit. With a whimper, she grinds down onto me and rolls her hips faster.I’m so damn close, but I won’t let go until she does. “That’s my girl, making herself feel good on her man’s cock.”

“Oh god,” she groans, and then breathily says my name. “Grant.”

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” I squeeze my eyes shut.Fuck, I’m so close.

She chases her orgasm that I know is quickly rushing through her. “Yes,” she answers, just as her body tenses, and she leans forward, trying to hit everything she needs to get there. Crying out, her body bows, and she falls apart, her pussy squeezing me and pulsing so tight that I fall right over with her. The reality of spilling inside of her, claiming every part of her, finishes me. Her sweaty forehead meets mine as our bodies take turns working out what's left.

“How did I do?”

I smile, my eyes still closed. “Might need a few more lessons. You got a little wild there for a sec—Ow!” I laugh from her pinching my side. “Laney, that was the best ride of my life.”

She nuzzles her cheek into my touch as I curl a piece of her wild strawberry-tinted hair around my finger and tuck it behind her ear. When she sighs, the sound of it makes my chest feel even warmer. I had never allowed myself to think of a moment like this one. A life like this. The life where I get to share it with a partner. The part where I’d figure out all the ways I could love a person. Even on our hardest day, I was happy alongside her.

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