SWEET SWEET SUGAR // 18+ [On-Hold]

Chapter Three

KELSEY

No but, am I seriously about to do the nasty with a man who is probably triple my age?

Well, yes. I shouldn't get too cocky though. What if he hates kissing me? What if he hates my body? Oh, hell no. My body is stunning. Men have told me that they feel like they've sexed a goddess when they get to fuck me. Men pray for times like this.

In that case, Roy Killigan should be thanking God for this.

Oh, wait, should I have done a background check on him first? Like, what the hell does he even do for a living?

No, I can't do that now, because he's just slipped his tongue into my mouth. Shit, there's literally an ocean between my thighs right now. My core's thumping restlessly as he's caressing my cheeks and biting my bottom lip, making me run out of breath. His tongue's dancing tango with mine, almost brushing against my throat while I'm releasing soft moans from the little gap between our mouths. He tastes of liquor and tobacco, absolutely hot and addicting. Nearly combustible.

Roy's huge and muscular arms run over my waist and then trails down to my hips while he kisses me. I throw my arms around his shoulder as I lift myself up to his lap, stradding his thighs as I put my two legs on both his sides. Easing my pussy down to the fat and delicious bulge on his pants, I feel his hard-on rub against my kitty as I push my boobs against his tough and heaving chest, only a bit of fabric creating a distance between us.

I wish I could take the distance away, rip his shirt off to watch the buttons fly across the room while he unzips my dress ... or rip it right off too. He'll buy me a new one, I'm sure.

I don't even care if we aren't alone, I don't care if Sierra is getting awkward watching us like this as though she wasn't almost about to fuck her bald boyfriend right in front of us-- I don't care if someone walks into this room.

Suddenly, I want him to take me whole in front of everybody in this goddamn bar. Would that be too much?

"Fuck, do you want this?" I groan against his lips, our heavy breaths almost synchronised as I reach down to the silver buckle of his belt. My fingers work along its mechanics, undoing the leather strap that holds his pants in place before going for the zipper "I need this so badly, Roy..."

Roy's hand goes along the bare small of my back, and then slips down my skin to the slightly revealed crack of my ass. He slides his hand under the silk material, and then grabs a handful of my thong-clad booty. His touch makes me gasp, but then soften into an erotic moan. I bet he's truly fascinated with my bubble butt, now.

"We can't do it here..." Roy gives a low growl, kneading my ass cheeks in his hands as he kisses me and allows me to grind my pussy against his clothed boner "will you come and stay with me tonight?"

Putting a hand on his chest, I pull away. My eyes linger on his swollen lips, which I'd just invaded with mine. And then I glance over my shoulder, to see Sierra and her boyfriend. I turn away immediately when I spot that Sierra's hand is dug under Lewis' pants while her mouth is still on his. I'm not sure why, but it's not sexy to watch your best friend give a bald middle-aged man with a mustache a handjob. The image is aggravating!

Not like we're any better, though-- me and Roy Killigan, my hottest new interest. He just asked me to go and stay with him for the night.

No man has ever asked me that stuff!

"Are you... being serious?" I ask him. Fuck, I sound too surprised. I feel Roy's fingers fiddle between my ass cheeks and his too-blue-to-be-true eyes stare into mine like he can see the entire goddamn solar system in me.