Running Bare by Lacey Thorn

RUNNING BARE
LACEY THORN


She tilted her head back to finish her beer, and let her gaze slip up to the mirror above the bar and almost choked as her beer slid down wrong. When had he walked in and how the hell had she missed him? He sat in the far corner, his back to the wall and she almost swallowed her tongue with her beer when he lifted a brow and acknowledged her gaze in the mirror. He was sex on a plate and she was definitely hungry.
She let a smile tilt the corners of her lips. Her gaze flicked toward the sign pointing to the restrooms and then she let it slip back towards him. With a causal move she slipped off the barstool and without glancing back at him turned toward the path her eyes had just taken. She took her time, letting him get a good look at her long legs as revealed by the tight black mini skirt she was wearing. The heels on her feet added two and half inches to her already five foot ten inch frame. She couldn’t tell how tall he was from the brief look in the mirror but she could cross her fingers and hope.
She bypassed the bathrooms and stopped in front of the door at the end of the hall instead. If she wasn’t mistaken this would be a closet of some sort. Every bar seemed to have a storage closet in the same place by the bathrooms. Almost all of them were stacked to the rafters with supplies like toilet paper and those rolls of towels for the bathroom dispensers. She reached for the knob and gave it a turn to see if it was locked or not and almost jumped when another hand appeared above hers and helped to push the door open.
She glanced back and there he was, looking even more edible up close. He had close cropped sandy brown hair and the greenest eyes she had ever seen. The shape and color reminded her of a cat but this man was definitely no tame tabby. She let him push the door open and stepped as silently as she could into the shadows. There was a soft glow in the room that made her think that someone had invested in a night light. She silently thanked them for it.
She felt him move further into the room behind her and quickly turned back towards the door. He made no move to stop her. A shiver swept up her spine when his voice filled the silence, a soft whisper that seduced her senses.
“Change your mind?”
She clicked the lock and braced her hands on the door. She glanced back over her shoulder and met his gaze with all the lust she felt reflecting in her eyes. She heard his indrawn breath and smiled softly. “Have you?”
“Hell no,” he commented and moved forward pinning her body between him and the door. She dropped both hands down and reached under her skirt giving a tug that had her panties falling down around her ankles where she quickly stepped out of them.
He lifted her skirt up and ran his hands over her buttocks before reaching down further and pushing her thighs apart. One hand dipped between her thighs and a finger brushed at her wet cunt. “Just like this?” he asked her softly, his mouth so close to her ear that she could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Just like this,” she answered suddenly dying to feel the hard slide of his cock inside her.
She heard the snap of his jeans, the rasp of his zipper as he tugged it down. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the cool wood of the door. This was what she wanted, how she wanted it. She should know better than anyone the perils of having sex with a total stranger. She was a detective after all. But her senses were usually right on and nothing was screaming at her that this was wrong. In fact everything was yelling just the opposite.
She heard the crinkle of a wrapper and opened her eyes just in time to see the condom wrapper hit the floor. She didn’t know where he got it from but thank God one of them was thinking with more than their sex drive. She licked her lips as she listened to him slide it on and wondered just how big he was. God she hoped he wasn’t disappointing…
“Ahhhhh…” She couldn’t stop the cry that left her lips as he pushed inside her wet pussy and continued until he was buried deep. He was thick, so thick, and just the right length to hit her g-spot if he got a good rhythm going.
He leaned close again and whispered in her ear. “I’d watch those cries unless part of the thrill for you is getting caught.”
She laughed, actually laughed and shook her head. “No. Not interested in anyone catching us. Not yet anyway.”
His husky chuckle filled her ear just before his tongue stroked along the lobe there. He was still buried deep but had yet to move. She wondered at his ability to carry on any type of conversation at all. She was barely coherent as it was.
“And what should I call you my little blonde angel?” He murmured just before he nipped her lobe with his teeth.
“That sounds goods,” she managed to get out. “Just call me angel.”

Lacey Thorn
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