You taste good

Eden

I checked him out; he's strong. He has the body of a man who goes to the gym. He's tall, a very confident silver fox wrapped in a suit that cost more than my rent. His eyes locked onto mine and didn’t let go.

“Daniel,” he said, his voice like whiskey and sin as he slid into the space beside me. Close enough that I caught the heat rolling off him.

I let my lips curl. “Eden.”

He smirked, fingers tracing the stem of my glass. “Fitting.” His thumb brushed my knuckle. “You taste as sweet as that sounds?”

I leaned in, close enough for my breath to tease his jaw. “Find out.”

His hand settled on my waist, possessive even through the fabric of my dress. The look he gave me wasn’t just hunger; it was a challenge. I answered by dragging him onto the dance floor.

The bass pulsed through me as I turned, pressing my back against his chest. His grip tightened, fingers digging in as I rolled my hips, slow at first, then harder when his cock jerked against my ass.

“Fuck,” he growled into my ear, teeth grazing the shell.

I glanced over my shoulder, holding his stare as I ground against him. His eyes were black with want, tracking every shift of my body. I didn’t need to look down to know how hard he was; I could feel it, thick and insistent against me.

His hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I arched into his touch, biting my lip when he found me drenched.

“Cheeky,” he murmured, lips against my neck.

“You like it.”

His laugh was dark. “Yeah. I do.”

His fingers pressed deeper, and the crowd disappeared. Nothing existed but his hands, his mouth, and the way he looked at me like he’d ruin me if I asked.

And fuck, I might.

His fingers slid from my panties, glistening under the dim club lights. He locked eyes with me as he brought them to his lips, sucking slowly, his tongue curling around each digit, savoring me like I was already his. My breath hitched; just watching that filthy act tightened the coil in my stomach, my thighs trembling.

"Fuck, you taste good," he growled, voice rough enough to make my nipples perk.

A shiver tore through me, and I grabbed his wrist, dragging him toward the exit before I gave in and rode him right there against the bar. The night air hit my flushed skin as we spilled outside, but the heat between us didn’t fade. His hand found my hip, guiding me into the shadow of an alley, just to drag me against him. His cock strained against his slacks, thick, and God, I could tell he was a huge man, the outline so obscene my mouth watered.

"Look at you," I breathed, palming him through the fabric. He hissed, and his hips jerked into my touch as I squeezed. "All this for me?"

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. "Every fucking inch." His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding, tongue claiming me before I could even gasp. I moaned into the kiss, grinding against his thigh as his free hand slipped under my skirt again, fingers finding my clit, and stroked ruthlessly.

We broke apart only when footsteps neared, some couple passing and laughing drunkenly. Daniel didn’t stop touching me; he just shifted us deeper into the dark, his thumb circling my clit while his other hand cupped my breast, pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my skirt.

"God, you’re soaked," he murmured, dragging his lips down my neck.

"Your fault." I rocked against his fingers, chasing the pressure.

He chuckled against my skin, but the sound turned ragged when I unzipped his slacks, finally wrapping my hand around him. His cock was heavy and hard as steel, veins throbbing under my touch. I stroked him slowly, relishing the way his breath stuttered.

"Christ, Eden."

I silenced him with another kiss, my fingers tightening just the way I knew would make his hips buck. His groan vibrated against my lips, his own touch turning relentless between my legs. Every stroke, every flick of his fingers sent lightning through me, the ache building until my legs shook.

He pulled back, panting. "Not here."

I whimpered as his fingers left me, but he caught my wrist, dragging me down the street toward the parking garage. Every few steps, he’d spin me into another dark corner, his mouth devouring mine, his hands mapping my body like he couldn’t wait to tear me apart.

By the time we reached the dim stairwell, my dress was bunched around my waist, his belt was undone, and neither of us cared who might see.

"I can take you to my penthouse downtown," Daniel growled, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I answered with a slow grin and dropped to my knees before he finished the sentence. The concrete bit into my skin, but I barely felt it, not when the thick head of his cock brushed my lips, already leaking. His groan vibrated through me as I took him in, stretching my mouth around girth that made my jaw ache.

"Fuck, look at you," he hissed, his hips twitching when I couldn't swallow more than half of his cock. His fingers flexed against the stairwell railing, knuckles white. "Trying so hard to take me."

I flicked my tongue along his vein, savoring the way his abs clenched. When I glanced up, his gaze dropped to my choker. I could see he was reading the two words in script against my throat: "Yes, Daddy." A dark laugh escaped him.

"Cheeky fucking brat."

His hands hauled me up, spinning me against the nearest car. The cool metal met my bare stomach as he shoved my skirt higher while his fingers dug into my hips. I arched, offering myself, choking on a moan when his cock slid through my slick folds without entering.

"Tell me," he demanded, grinding against me, the head catching on my clit.

"Yes, Daddy," I gasped.

His grip turned bruising. One hard thrust and he was splitting me open, stretching me so wide my vision blurred. I whimpered, nails scraping paint as he bottomed out, pausing to let me adjust, but only for a second, and then he started thrusting.

Each snap of his hips punched the air from my lungs, the slap of skin echoing off the parking. I couldn't stop the sounds tearing from my throat, couldn't stop my body from clamping down around him as pleasure coiled tight.

"Christ!" His teeth sank into my shoulder, fucking me through the clench of my cunt. "Gonna milk me dry like this?"

I couldn't answer; the only thing I could do was moan his name as he hit that spot inside me again and again, my orgasm ripping through me without warning. My knees buckled; he held me up effortlessly, pistoning into my trembling body like he owned it.

"One more," he growled, his fingers circling my clit. "Come on my cock like a good girl."

The command snapped the last thread of control and I came with a scream, walls fluttering around him, and felt the moment he lost it, hot release flooding me as his hips stuttered, his groan raw against my skin.

He didn't pull out he just kept me pinned there, both of us shaking, until the aftershocks faded.