Page 75 of Scarred

It still is just sex, I remind myself. We’re helping each other out with our…blocked energies, as she would call it. I’ll be out of my head in games, and she’ll be out of hers for dance.

It’s a win-win.

“You rang?” I smirk, taking my hands off the door and sauntering in.

The door closes behind me, and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

She’s nervous.

“I know my room isn’t as nice as yours…” she starts to ramble, and I cut her off.

“You think that bothers me?” I ask, furrowing my brow. “I don’t care about how much money you do or don’t make.”

“Well, in that case, let me pour you a drink from my fine selection at my bar,” she laughs, walking over to the mini-fridge.

When she bends over, I get a glimpse of bare ass, and my dick definitely likes what it sees as I feel myself harden.

Pulling out two small tequilas, she pours them into a glass and hands me one.

“To booty calls,” she cheers, clinking her glass to mine.

“To booty calls,” I murmur, throwing back the shot.

She does the same, and I watch as her tongue swipes a drop of tequila on her bottom lip.

“You missed a spot,” I rumble, closing the distance between us and running my tongue over the exact same spot hers had just been.

Our glasses clatter on the table behind her as we hurriedly set them down.

My fingers dive into her hair as my tongue invades her mouth. The intoxicating taste of tequila mixed with her is a dangerous combination, as I enjoy the taste of her.

I feel her hands run up my back under my shirt, her fingernails grazing my skin as her lips meet my eager demands.

Backing her up, her ass hits the table, and I lift her, stepping between her legs. As soon as I make contact with her pussy, she moans against my lips and wraps her legs around my waist.

My hands drop to her thighs as I run them up and grab the hem of her t-shirt, breaking away just long enough to pull it over her head as she scrambles to get rid of mine before our lips meet again.

Traveling down her neck, I kiss and suck my way down until I reach what I really want to enjoy.

Her breasts are full and round with tight pink nipples that are just begging for my touch. Swiping the glasses away behind her, they fall on the carpet with a soft thud as I push her back onto the table.

She watches me through hooded eyes, her breath coming out in steady, even pants as I watch her tits rise and fall.

“You’re beautiful,” I find myself whispering before I can stop myself. It feels like I’m crossing a line, but I can’t help it. She makes me feel things that I don’t want to, but yet, I keep finding myself running right back to her.

Lowering my head, my tongue swirls around her pink bud before drawing it deeply. She arches her back as her fingers dive into my hair, gripping hard and keeping me there.

I feast on her breasts until she is writhing beneath me and whimpering my name.

Hauling her back up, our lips meet again, and when I feel her hands at my waistband, I groan when she sets me free.

She wraps her hand around my swollen cock and slowly starts to pump me, losing all sense of reality. Her touch feels so goddamn good that all I want is more.

“I want to taste you,” she murmurs against my lips. “That was the itch I had. I want to give you what you gave me…three times, I might add,” her dimpled cheek smiles.

“I am your booty call this time around,” I remind her. “What you want is what you get.”

Taking a step back, I remove my shoes and drop my grey sweats to the floor. My cock is more than ready as it juts in the air completely at her mercy.