Chapter 3—Feline Eyes

Nathaniel

She had been so wet she left a patch on my pants. That already made me hard as fuck.

My phone vibrated as a message slid in.  “Where are you?”

I stared at the text on my screen before grabbing the half filled cut-glass and taking a drink. I gritted my teeth, pressing down the anger that was threatening to rise from my chest.

I needed a distraction.

My phone vibrated again. “You better answer me, motherfucker, you know I will find you.”

Everybody knows that Vivienne was a bitch and I didn’t mind it as long as she was not bitching at me. Women like her, the best way to handle them was to ignore the bullshit until they started to think properly.

My phone began to ring and I cussed under my breath and ignored it. I needed to get out of here.

“Should I refill that for you, Sir?”

I looked up at the server. “No, you can take that.”

She smiled down at me and took the glass. I watched how she slowly arched her back before picking it. My gaze slid down her back, the short skirt she was wearing hiked up, showing off just a hint of her butt cheeks.

Tempting, but right now, I just needed to get the hell out of here. 

“Do you need anything else, Sir?” She asked, suggestively. 

“That would be all.”

I did want something, though. The girl who had intruded on my privacy not so long ago and sat on my lap was on my mind. She was bold, I’d give her that. Horny too.

My phone started vibrating again and a hint of irritation crawled up my thoughts. I stood and headed for the exit.

I caught sight of the girl, she was sitting with a group of other women and they looked like they were all drunk. She was laughing but she caught my eye and I was suddenly moving without thinking.

“Come with me.”

She stood, then grabbed her purse. The rest of the girls seemed happy about this, for some reason because they started cheering.

“I’m sorry about that,” she said when we were outside. “We’re pretty drunk.” She giggled and her face was flushed. Her lips were swollen buds, slightly parted and full.

“You’re looking at me funny,” she said, giggling again.

This was a bad idea. She was clearly intoxicated, what was I thinking? 

Just then, Hank drove to a stop in front of us and got out. Beside me, the girl gasped. “Is that your car?” Then she looked up at me with large eyes.

I nodded just as Hank handed me the keys. We didn’t do valet services, but considering that this was my bar, it was the least Hank could do.

The girl walked to the car, touching it like it was some shiny new toy.

I had no idea what to do now. 

“I want to see inside,” she said, pressing her face against the tinted window, then she turned to look at me, “can I see inside?”

I guess one way or the other, she was entering my car. I unlocked the door as I walked to her. “Wait.”

I opened the door. “Let me lift you in.”

Her head was barely at my chest and the thought of her struggling to climb into the car was amusing.

She lifted her arms and I lifted her easily and placed her on the seat. Her hands slid down my shoulder then she grabbed a fistful of my shirt and pulled me towards her.

Steadying us, I kissed her warm lips and like before, she tasted like whiskey. She let out a tiny sound that was like an activation signal because my crotch tightened.

She let go, then bit her already swollen lip. “Thanks.”

There was something innocent about her that made me want to protect and fuck her at the same time. The thoughts flitting through my head like a reel were focused on the “fuck” aspect more than the “protect.”

I rounded the car, got in and started to drive.

“Where are we going?”

Good question that I had no answer to. I was definitely not taking her to my place; not only was Vivienne possibly there, but I was better off not letting strangers know where I lived.

She was giggling again and I suspected there was more to her intoxication.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked her.

She looked out the window and said nothing. Great.

“I want you to fuck me.”

When I glanced at her, she was looking at me with devilish cat eyes. She reached for my waist and started unbuckling my belt. I let her.

She was able to pull it free just as I spotted a Walmart and drove towards it. She unzipped my pants and kept on fumbling. 

The moment I parked was the moment I felt her hands around my cock and she smiled up at me triumphantly. “You’re big,” she said and I looked down. Her fingers couldn’t even fully go around my girth.

She ran her tongue against my tip and I bit back a growl. “Don’t tease me.”

She backed away from me, a sly smile on her face as she adjusted herself. She was a small girl on the seat, she went on all fours, then brought her lips down on me again, licking before slowly taking me in, inch by inch.

I held her hair in my fist. Her back was arched, her ass up in the air. The dress had slid down and pooled at her waist, showing me the tiny, white, lacy panty she was wearing. With every movement, her butt lifted and fell, quivering.

She started choking.

“Get in the back.” I said.

She didn’t stop so I smacked her ass. “The back.”

I got out of the driver’s seat and slid into the backseat. She was already undressing herself and the dress fell away, showing off a matching white bra.

“Come here.”

She straddled me and I cupped her ass with one hand, squeezing the softness of her cheeks, while the other unhooked her bra.

Her breasts bounced on my face. I caught one of her nipples with my teeth and she let out a moan and lifted her hips. I felt her core, tight and so wet. She started to sit on me, then suddenly let out a small scream. 

My hands flew to her waist immediately and held her up.

"What's the matter?"

“You’re too big,” she moaned, even though her hips were still whining and swaying, wanting me to get in between her legs.

I lifted her and laid her down, kissing her neck, then her ears.

“Don’t worry. You can take it.” I whispered.