Ruined by Desire

Vera stared at the frothy head of her pint, wishing she was literally anywhere else. It was an unwritten family rule that every first Saturday of the month meant joining her father at his local spot for a darts tournament, a boisterous affair filled with loud, familiar old men who treated the game like a televised sporting event.

But after everything that had happened in the past few years, the most she could do was let her dad know that she was there for him.

She felt someone watching her and scanned the lively pub discreetly to see who it was. Her eyes landed on an unfamiliar face tucked into a corner booth.

His tall and athletic build was striking, even while seated. His electric blue eyes and intense gaze made Vera suddenly feel hot in her simple tank top, despite the cooling industrial fans whirling overhead.

Something in her liquefied at his stare, and she held tightly onto her pint glass, pressing her thighs together beneath the high-top table.

She watched his handsome face break into a pleasant smile as he acknowledged another patron passing by. Even though he stayed put, his whole posture oozed strength and control, and he occasionally looked over to where she was.

Almost as if he knew she was watching him also.

Vera felt glued to her seat as soon as this hot stranger stood up and moved from his booth toward her end of the bar.

She sighed in relief as she realized he wasn't coming directly for her. He moved toward the bartender, and the moment he spoke, more heat pooled in Vera’s thighs, soaking her panties.

His voice was a low baritone rumble reverberating through her, clearly audible even over the jukebox and not minding the distance.

As she imagined him talking dirty and whispering sweet nothings into her ear with his hypnotic voice, Vera felt herself losing control quite quickly. His honey skin glistened under the dim pub lighting, tempting her to get some of that ‘honey’ on her tongue. And her pussy clenched some more at the thought.

“Is he one of the regulars?” Vera whispered in her dad’s ear, nodding toward the man now retrieving his drink.

“Nope, not in here,” came his curt reply, and she wondered why it seemed like her dad didn’t want to say much about him.

This man looks stunning . The only problem was he seemed to be older than her by a decade or two. She had never had anything to do with someone that much older. And yet, it did not stop her from wanting him.

His gaze on her had not dropped when he began walking in her direction again.

Every step he took made her lose some of her sanity. Did he know what he was doing to her?

“Good evening, Arthur.” He stopped before her dad and stretched a hand to him, which her dad gladly took.

“Hello. Didn’t expect to see you here. How are you enjoying the competition?” Vera knew her dad smiled at him.

“As always.” He smiled back at her dad, then returned his attention to Vera, where it belonged, where she wanted it to always be, only on her.

“Won’t you introduce me to the pretty lady, Arthur?” the man asked. Vera’s heartbeat intensified. She was over the moon. He fucking thought her to be pretty.

Her dad chuckled and circled his arm around her shoulder. “This is my daughter, Vera. She is in college. Vera, this is Elias Thornes. He’s the new owner of the industrial park near my office.” They cheered for that, clinking their glasses.

“Elias Thornes,” Vera murmured, testing the name on her tongue.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Vera.” He put out his hand for a handshake, and she tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.”

His voice had dropped an octave, a tone Vera found very sexy, as he held her stare.

His thumb caressed her palm slowly, every stroke sending her nerve cells into overdrive.

She might as well climax from just his touch. Her body protested when he released her hand.

He looked at her father this time and said, “I'm heading back to the counter, but I’ll see you soon.” With that, he disappeared into the crowd near the bar. Those words, however, felt like they held a promise for Vera. An unspoken promise she was more than willing to bank on.

“Attention, everyone!” Her dad clapped his hands to quiet down the noise and gain everyone’s attention. “The last round of the doubles tournament is about to start,” he announced, and the members cheered.

Vera did not feel his gaze on her anymore, so she peered stealthily at him through her lashes. He was conversing with the bartender, a young woman seated nearby, and she felt something prickle her chest area.

“The rules are simple: best of five legs…” Her dad read them out from a score sheet in his hand. Vera drowned him out, her mind racing with naughty thoughts of Elias.

Her nipples had pebbled, and she sneakily brushed across them through her chiffon top to hide them, but they only tightened more, arousing her. She was so turned on that she needed an immediate release.

The temptation to leave here and get herself the relief she was aching for was so tempting. But something about watching the man in her line of sight kept her glued to the side of the room.

“And now, let the final match begin,” her dad declared, and as the members applauded, the players took their places at the dartboard, leaving only escorts like Vera on the sidelines.

The game was in full swing, and Elias seemed to be leading in a side betting pool on the match outcome. He never missed a high-stakes call. It was not so surprising, as he appeared to be the youngest and most sharp-eyed person in the room.

He soon stopped near the bar to refill his whiskey, and Vera shamelessly watched him. His Adam's apple bobbed as the liquor went down. She wished she was the whiskey, warming him forever while she became one with him. Once he was done, his eyes found hers, and he dabbed his lower lip with his tongue before giving her a slight nod and returning to his corner.

That was it. Vera had to do something about her flaming cunt, or she would explode right where she stood.

There was no way she could hold on any longer.

She rushed into the restroom, entering a stall and closing the door behind her. She looked into the mirror, panting heavily. And she flushed even hotter seeing her nipples on full display.

She could only hope her father had not seen that.

She rolled one nipple between her fingers. “Fuck!” she gasped, electricity lashing through her body.

Her pussy slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put her in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while she dealt with him.

With the image of Elias in her head, she quickly discarded her top, exposing her luscious breasts and flat tummy dotted by a navel piercing.

Her throat went dry as she imagined it was Elias’s warm tongue on her nipple. She shut her eyes, groaning softly when she pinched the rosy buds hard. Her boobs were one of her body’s most attractive features, and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell.

Her pussy dripped at the action. She pressed her legs together, aiming at some friction.

She instantly popped the button of her shorts and let them fall, exposing her pulsing cunt. Sitting on the furry toilet seat, she ran a finger up her slit. She let out a satisfied sigh as her fingers grazed her clit.

Her eyes closed shut, and her head fell back at the burst of sensations she felt.

“Ah...shit!” Her fingers rubbed vigorously on her sensitive clit. “Fuck! Elias!” She envisioned Elias here with her, his tongue on her juicy pussy, lapping all her cum as she neared a climax. “Oh my god!” Her fingers rocked harder, faster even.

Her intense moans filled the enclosed space, but she did not care.

She rocked her hips in careless abandon, riding her palm like her life depended on it.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” she screamed. Her mind conjured up the perfect image of what Elias would look like underneath those clothes, and she imagined it was those solid and firm hands pushing into her like they wanted to take her to the heavens.

“Yes, Elias. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, daddy. Just like that, please,” she whimpered, feeling close to the edge.

She pinched her nipple and clit simultaneously as she came furiously, a loud moan escaping her throat.

This had to be the best self-given orgasm she had given herself in a long time.

Shit! She rubbed down her torso leisurely as her body rode out her orgasm. She smiled to herself and worked on pacing her breathing.

Her eyes flew open at the creaking sound of the stall’s door. She yelped in surprise, pressing her legs together and hiding her breasts behind her folded arms.

A cold shiver ran up her spine. Shit. Had she forgotten to lock the door?

Elias Thornes stood before her, the door shut behind him and locked this time. How long had he been here? Did he hear everything? Darn, her fucking libido.

“W...what are you doing here?” Vera stuttered, avoiding his gaze. She had never shied away from her sexual wants or pleasures. But at this moment, curled up naked in front of this man that she had just used to orgasm after less than an hour of meeting him, she felt shame flood through her.

He took one step closer, his eyes finally locking with hers—a predator's gleam in the blue depths. Vera could feel the heat radiating off him, overwhelming the small, stale room. "I saw you rushing in here," he murmured, his gaze dropping slowly to her chest.

"I thought you might need a hand with... whatever it is you were doing. Tell me, Vera," he whispered, a smile playing on his lips, "did I come too late, or just in time?"