Tough Guy.

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

“What

do you think?” he asked as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a

sip and her tongue tasted a drop that was left behind on her bottom

lip.
“Not bad,’ she said. “Not bad at all, barman. Got any other surprises for me?”
“Sure do. Just come round back and step into my office for a minute or so.”
Ignoring

the looks of his staff as he abandoned them to the crush of too many

customers, he lifted the counter for her to follow him behind the bar.

His hand low on her back, he guided her into the back of the building,

to the room that housed his office. There was a solid wooden desk with a

chair on each side and a computer stand on the other side. He closed

and locked the door behind him and stood with his hands in his pockets

as she surveyed the room.

“I don’t see any hidden cameras,” she said, sounding almost disappointed.
His eyebrows shot into the air. “You want to be caught on camera?”
“Of

course not,” she said, letting her handbag drop negligently on the

couch that was stacked with papers and the other debris of running a

business. “I can’t afford any blackmail material. I have a very, very

possessive boyfriend.”
Her fingers stroked down his chest as she

spoke, and he shifted his body to get a little closer to her. “He would

kill you if he knew about tonight.”
Brandon’s eyebrows lifted a fraction of an inch.
“Tough guy?”
“The toughest,” she purred as she started undoing the buttons on his white shirt. “Big, scary guy.”
“Are

you trying to make me jealous?” he asked as his hands found her ass and

pulled her tight against him, letting him feel the hard ridge between

their bodies.
“Maybe,” she said. “Is it working?”
“My girlfriend

would claw your eyes out,” he whispered against her temple. “She looks

tame, but she can be a real wild animal sometimes.”
“I can take her,”

the girl said, smiling confidently and tipping her face up for a kiss.

Brandon didn’t comply immediately, choosing to taste that spot under her

ear women always ruined with perfume.
Not this one. He could taste nothing but pure, unadulterated female skin as he touched the tip of his tongue to the spot.
“No marks,” he heard her husky murmur. “My boyfriend can’t find out.”
“I’ll

mark you if I want to,” he said, settling his lips tight over that

sweet spot and suckling hard, drawing the blood to the surface of her

perfect, unmarred skin for a proper hickey.
“You bastard,” she gasped

and tried to pull away. Brandon tightened his hold and laved the bruise

with his tongue before continuing down the line of her jaw. He found a

little beauty spot near the corner of her mouth and played with it for a

few seconds before settling his lips over hers with deliberate

possession.

Mine, he thought as his hands sought out the curves

of her ass and cupped them. He pulled her against him and lifted her

until her feet were no longer touching the ground. She put her arms

around his neck and pressed her body closer to his, her tits pressing

hot and soft against his chest. He pressed her back against the door of

his office, ignoring her hiss of pain as the handle bit into her hip.

She hitched her legs around his waist and he settled into the apex

between her thighs like he belonged there. His hands held her in place

as he started grinding against her with a slow, rocking motion, his hips

moving and his fingers clenching her ass cheeks.

“Oh,” she

gasped when his cock pressed hard and tight against her. Her hands were

busy with his buttons and his collar, trying to get rid of his shirt. He

pressed a hungry kiss against her lips, slipping his tongue over that

plump flesh and tasting the drink he’d made for her. She kept her lips

pressed closely together, making him work for it. He punished her by

nipping on her bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely

hard enough to make her gasp in shock and surprise. He took advantage

of that, slipping his tongue into her mouth and taking what he wanted,

branding her with his kiss. He angled his head and deepened the kiss and

there was something dark and desperate about the way their mouths and

bodies moved together. He drew her tongue out of her mouth and sucked on

it, swallowing her responsive moan. Her hands were moving restlessly,

testing the strength of his shoulders, one of them cupping the back of

his head and fisting in his hair. He broke the kiss when oxygen became a

problem, and they were both breathing heavily when he pressed his face

into the curve of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kissed to that meeting

of neck and shoulder. He pulled away and angled his hips closer to the

wall to brace her against the wall while his hands started pulling at

the straps holding the dress together like a corset. His fingers were

almost shaking with the strength of his need as he pulled at the tight

knots. She was pressing kisses everywhere she could touch him; his

forehead, cheeks, temples. He swore when he failed to loosen the ties

and she laughed, a low throaty sound that had his cock hardening. She

pushed herself away from him and he let her slide down to the floor

reluctantly.

“Why don’t you go sit and let me entertain you?” she

asked and he followed her instructions, settling himself down on the

brown leather chair behind his desk. She picked up the drink he’d mixed

for her and took a sip, her eyes smoky and seductively on his face as

the corner of her mouth tilted in a sensuous smile. She dipped her

finger into the drink and slipped it inside her mouth, sucking the

juice. Brandon cleared his throat and got rid of the shirt that was

still hanging off his shoulders. His hard-on was pressing uncomfortably

against zipper of his Levis. With one hand, the girls swept the desk

clean of papers. He watched in fascination as papers and ledgers hit the

floor. The framed photo of him and Emily at a ski-resort crashed onto

the floor, the glass shattering. He felt another tug of guilt as he

looked at her laughing, trusting face. But then the dark-haired vixen

walked around the desk, the shards of glass crunching under her shoes.

She sat on the edge of the desk, and crossed her legs, the drink still

in her hand.

The girl took the cherry he’d put in the drink with

the vague hope that she might do exactly what she clearly about to do.

She held it by the stem, just above her mouth. Brandon’s eyes were glued

on the drop of moisture caught on the bottom, hanging suspended in the

air. She held out the tip of her tongue and the drop landed on it. She

drew her tongue into her mouth, tasting it. And then she began the

seduction in earnest. Her tongue teased around the round bulbous head,

licking and tasting and flicking it skillfully. She sucked on it

lightly, not hard enough to crush it. She drew it over her lips, across

her chin and followed the line down to her cleavage. She slipped it into

the sweet valley between her tits and with a small movement of her

shoulders, dislodged it from the stem.
“Fuck,” Brandon breathed in an

awed voice as she put the stem inside her mouth. He could see the

movement of her tongue and it took only a few seconds to knot it.
He hoped fervently that she would use that skillful tongue on his cock soon.

“I seem to have lost the cherry,” she said. “Will you help me look for it?”
He

reached for her eagerly, but she leaned back and put one foot against

his chest, the heel of her shoe biting into his flesh a little.
“Not

yet, naughty boy,” she said and pushed her leg. The wheels of the chair

propelled him backwards a little and she smiled a little.
She tugged

at the strip of satin he had been struggling with and it came loose with

ease. Her tits pushed against the material and it shifted, allowing him

a glimpse of those soft globes of flesh. He thought he caught a flash

of red, but then she moved her arms to start getting rid of the dress.

He watched the line as the straps slid down her shoulders, baring her

more completely while framing her delectable body. Her fingers tugged

slowly and the string that held it all together slid from its hooks. The

material popped open, but the half-cup bra she was wearing was still

holding her tits pressed against each other. His hands itched to cup

them and test their weight and he couldn’t wait to bury his face between

them.

He touched her ankle and stroked it, knowing exactly where

to press his thumbs to make her squirm. His hands moved up her leg,

using it as leverage to pull his chair closer to the desk. He put both

hands on her legs and caressed the skin on the inside of her knees. He

pressed them slightly away from each other and slid his fingers higher,

marveling at the softness that covered her firm muscles. He reached the

edge of the dress and he pressed it higher, until it pooled in her lap.

She leaned back on her elbows and lifted her hips a little to help him

push the tight dress over her ass. The erotic sight of her hips lifting,

her legs opening wider nearly undid him, but he clamped down on his

desire and settled for stroking her thighs when she grabbed the hem of

her dress with both hands crossed in front of her and pulled it up and

over her head. It mussed up her hair a little and she dropped the

material on the floor behind the desk without a care.
“You’re so

beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body, taking

in the smooth, flat planes of her stomach, with only the smallest and

most natural rounding between her hipbones. Even those creepy dolls in

the shops had those bumps nowadays. He cupped it possessively with one

hand, his thumb stroking the line of the low-cut thong she was wearing.

It was black lace and had clearly been designed to be as improper as

possible, because it didn’t hide any of her pretty female treasures from

his view.

He drank in the sight of her full, naturally rounded

hips, so perfect for holding onto, and her soft tits, pushing against

the bra that was doing a very poor job of keeping them contained. It

matched the panties and he found himself devouring her body with his

eyes. She was all female curves and seductress and feminine

vulnerability rolled up into one delicious package. He put his hands on

her knees and pushed her legs further apart to make way for his body. He

kissed her stomach, an open-mouthed, mindless kiss as his tongue traced

circles on her skin. She leaned back again when his hands found the

straps of her panties. She lifted her hips again to help him, but

Brandon had lost patience and gave a quick yank, tearing the delicate

lace. She gasped as he threw the scrap of material over his shoulder.

The scent of her arousal filled his senses and he leaned down to touch

his mouth to her hairless mound. She stroked her fingers through his

hair when he pushed her down onto her back with one hand. He trailed

kisses down her thigh, lifting her leg so he didn’t have to move away

from her warm, inviting body. He kissed the back of her knee and while

her attention was fixed on the things his tongue was doing to that

erotic spot, he slid a finger into her sweet wet folds. She gasped and

jerked in surprise, and her foot hit him against the side of his head,

the heel of her shoe nearly taking his eye out.
“Damn, woman,” he grumbled. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Not yet,’ she said remorselessly.

He

abandoned his idea of kissing every inch of her luscious legs and went

straight for desert. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and with

this thumbs, opened the petals that hid her flower from him. She was

perfect; puffy and pink and warm and wet and so damned pretty he could

stare at her all day. Her outer lips were full and succulent, swollen

with desire. The inner folds were delicate, like some lovely exotic

rose. Her little nub was swollen and begging for attention. He complied,

rubbing his finger over it a few times, softly, his touches light and

fleeting and designed to drive her out of her mind. He dipped his finger

in her moist entrance, gathering some of the juice pooled there and

bringing it to her clit. He smeared it like a painter, admiring the

glistening effect it had on her folds. She squirmed a little as he

started playing, touching her in different ways and testing her

reaction. He was surprised to find that her clit was more sensitive on

one side than the other, and tortured her by concentrating on that spot.

He felt like a little boy who had discovered a new toy and he had no

intention of stopping his game any time soon. He pushed two fingers

inside her opening, slowly to please them both and prolong the

sensations that made her hips jerk. She swore when he found her g-spot

and curled his fingers to linger there, stroking and pressing and

driving her as crazy with desire as he was.

He decided to up it a

notch, so to speak, and leaned down. He suckled one of her outer lips

into his mouth, then the other, before flicking his tongue over her clit

only once.
She used a word he didn’t think Emily had ever heard and

pressed her crotch up against his face. He slid his tongue inside her

entrance, tasting the sweet nectar and moaning at the taste of her

essence. He started working her over with deliberate slowness, licking

and tasting and cleaning her juices. She was begging him by the time he

sucked her clit into his mouth, shameless pleas and promises that made

him grin. He pulled at the little nub with his lips, nibbled it very

lightly with his teeth and sucked it. She was pushing her cunt into his

mouth, grinding his face helplessly as he tugged at her rhythmically.
“I’m going to come,” she warned when he started pumping his fingers in and out of her.
“Go

ahead,” he said, his mouth full of the wild taste of her and his hands

full of soft, straining curves. He kept her on the edge, knowing when to

ease of and when to speed up, to keep her balanced on the brink of a

shattering orgasm. Finally he relented and rubbed her clit with one

finger while his mouth settled over the mouth of her opening and,

sealing it tightly, started sucking hard and fast. She came on a keening

cry as she tumbled down that edge in to the blinding abyss of pure,

shattering pleasure. Her juices were warm as it poured out of her body

straight into his mouth. He curled his tongue almost like a straw and

sucked as much into his mouth as he could. It sounded peculiar; like a

symphony of undeniably sex-related noises, but neither of them cared at

that point. She was gasping for breath when he eased her legs of his

shoulders, and they fell over the edge of the desk inelegantly.

“Oh my…” she wheezed. “That was amazing!”
“Thanks,’ he said, grinning as he used his shirt to wipe his face clean. He was covered in her cum.
“Just give me a few minutes, cowboy, and I’ll return the favor.”
His

cock was likely to spurt the second he undid his pants at that point,

so a few minutes sounded good to him. He walked around the desk to the

mini-fridge behind the door. He took a bottle of beer and opened it,

gulping down half the bottle in a few swallows. She struggled to sit up

and he admired the way her tit jiggled when she moved, just the way he

liked a woman’s boobs to jiggle. He couldn’t wait to have them in his

hands, and couldn’t believe he hadn’t had them there yet.

She

drank down some of her warming drink and followed him with his eyes as

he undid the top button of his jeans to ease the pressure.
“Allow

me,” she said and pushed him down in the chair. A few seconds later, she

was kneeling between his legs. She teased him, drawing one white-tipped

nail down the steel zipper, rasping it playfully. He watched her as she

amused herself and bit back the impatience. He couldn’t afford to show

any weakness with this woman; she was likely to use it against him

shamelessly.
She opened his pants and helped his eager cock out of

the little prison of too many layers of clothing. Finally it sprung

free, hard as a rock and ready as an active volcano.
“Oh, yes,” she said, cupping both hands around his length. He hissed when she stroked him once, from base to tip.
“You are quite big, aren’t you?” she asked as she traced a bulging vein with her finger.
“I haven’t had any complaints yet,” he said from between his teeth.
“I can see why not. And so thick, too.”
She

tugged a little as she stroked upwards, and he could feel the moisture

of pre-cum leaking from his tip. Her thumb caught it and he looked as

she slipped that digit into her mouth and sucked it clean.
“Hm,” she said appreciatively. Her hands started working him over in earnest and he closed his eyes as sensations battered him.

He

felt the velvety wetness of her mouth and opened his eyes in time to

see the head of his cock disappear between those cherry-lips of hers.

She licked all around his bulbous head for a few seconds, getting him

wet and slippery. After a while, she pushed her head down over him and

Brandon groaned aloud. His hand curled around her head and fisted into

her curls as she started bobbing her head up and down slowly, taking him

deeper inch by inch, until he was buried as deep as she could take him.

She picked up her pace a little, sucking while she bobbed, and he

couldn’t help thrusting his hips to get deeper. She lifted her head and

his cock jutted up, lining itself up with his belly. She took one of his

balls into her mouth, cupping the other while she stroked him with her

tongue.

When both his balls were wet and slick, she took his cock

back into her mouth. This time she managed to deep throat him a few

lovely times. He stared into her eyes and stroked her face as she sucked

him off.
“I’m going to come soon, babe,’ he said. It was fair

warning, after all. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and

stroking with her hand to add to the pleasure. Her tongue was swirling

around him, pressing against that sensitive spot at the base of his

cock.
It undid him, and Brandon lost control for a few seconds,

cupping her face in both hands and plunging his cock into her hard and

fast until the cum spurted out of his cock and into her mouth. She

swallowed convulsively around him and gagged a little. He was past the

point of caring.

When it was over, he leaned back against the

chair, gasping and almost shaking. His hand was still stroking her silky

hair, which he had twined around his fingers at some point to hold her

face down against his cock as he went in too deep. He forced his fingers

to let go of her with some difficulty, as his brain struggled to send

the correct commands to his hand.

“Are you all right?” he asked,

concerned. She was using the same shirt he’d used to wipe her face. “I

was a little rough back there.”
“Only a little. I'm fine, thanks.”
He grabbed the beer bottle he’d put on the desk and guzzled the rest. “You sure know how to give head,” he said, impressed.
“Practice

makes perfect,’ she said and stood up, wincing as the movement made her

knee crack. He smiled as she drowned the last of her drink.
“How was the screaming orgasm?”
She stared at the empty glass. “Not bad. I’d like another one, actually.”
He pulled her down to straddle him on the chair.
“Your

wish is my command,” he said and kissed her. It was a tender kiss, but

it became hotter as their tongues tangled, mixing the tastes of their

respective cum and drinks. His fingers were combing through her dark

curls and hers were grasping his shoulders. Finally she pulled away and

his hands slid around her body to her back. He found the strap of her

bra and undid it deftly. She lifted her arms and got rid of it

impatiently. His hands rose to cup her tits.

“Oh, yeah,’ he breathed.
“What is it with men and boobs?” she asked, amused. “I’ve never had sex with a man who weren’t obsessed with them.”
He stared at her chest.
“They’re; boobs,” he said as if that explained everything. “Hey, I found the cherry.”
She

laughed as he popped into his mouth. He bit into it and it burst open,

filling his mouth with the ripe taste of cherry and vodka and woman. He

kissed her again, sharing bits of the flesh and juices with her.
She

was grinning in a playful manner and he wished he had a jar of cherries

to share with her. His hands were stroking and weighing her boobs and

she leaned back slightly, pressing them into his hands more firmly. He

played with the nipples and they hardened under his touch, delighting

him. They were rosy tips; a soft, delicate coral pink that he wanted to

ta