Maggie Alabaster - Pitch (Saving Abbie Book 1)

"Hey. You look like you could use some company." He slipped into the chair beside me before I could respond.

I turned my face to tell him to fuck off, but the words died unsaid on my lips.

He was hot as hell.

I mean the kind of hot that makes a woman melt immediately and leave a puddle on the chair.

And he knew it.

I didn't need my arrogant fuckboi radar to tell me one when I saw him. Unfortunately for me, I had a type.

Fortunately for him, he was it. Guys who were in for a couple of hours of fun before disappearing like a ghost.

Perfect. Life was too fucking short and unpredictable for commitment. Call me a cynic or a realist, I don't give a shit.

I swivelled around on my stool and rested my elbow on the table. It was too dark in this corner of the club to see the colour of his eyes, but I saw the lust in them.

I'd be blind not to.

"Hey, you might be right." I sipped my vodka and lemonade and toasted him with the glass. "What brings you to a shithole like this?"

He leaned in and smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. "You, of course. I've been looking all night for you."

"Really?" He was so full of shit, but I kinda liked it. I cocked my head at him and pouted playfully. "You haven't been looking all your life?"

Two could play the bullshit game.

He snapped his fingers. "Shit, you're right. I have. And now I've found you."

"So you have," I drawled. "What are you going to do with me?"

He pursed his lips speculatively. "That depends. What do you want me to do with you?"

We could start with everything and go from there, but that wasnt very specific.

My heart raced like a motherfucking freight train and my panties were definitely wet. At this point, I didnt care what he did with me, as long as he did something.

"Hmmm." I licked my lips slowly and watched him watch my tongue slide across my mouth. "You look like you know what to do with your hands."

He had big hands with long, firm fingers. No rings but plenty of tattoos. He had a full sleeve on one arm and almost as many on the other. I bet there were plenty more under his tight-fitting black T-shirt. Even in the dim light, I could tell he was ripped. His biceps fought to escape the fabric.

I bet his body was harder than concrete. Harder than stone.

Not just his body either, there was something hard about his face, his eyes, like he knew how to handle himself.

He smiled and one eyebrow quirked upward slightly.

"As it happens, I do," he said slowly. He didn't even look to check if anyone was watching before he slipped a hand up my skirt.

It was too dark for anyone to see much anyway, but I had enough vodka that I didn't care if they did.

He slid his hand up my leg to the gusset of my panties. There, he started to trace slow circles around the lacy black fabric.

My hand tightened on the glass. A jolt of heat went all the way through me, from my head to my curling toes.

He peeled the gusset aside and grazed his fingers across the front of my pussy.

Oh. My. God.

Without thinking, I adjusted my position on the stool to spread my thighs wider, giving him more access to my suddenly ravenous pussy.

He smiled and circled my clit with his fingertips a few times before he slid a finger inside me, deep enough to make me hungrier still.

I bit back a moan. The music in the club was loud, but not so loud I could scream and not be heard.

"Holy shit, you're so wet." He shifted his own position, twisting his hips closer to me before slipping another finger inside me. Then another. He curled his fingers to caress my g-spot, while the heel of his hand rubbed over my clit.

He was better than good with his hands. He fed my needs with practiced skill that left me panting with ragged breaths.

I half opened my eyes and glanced around, but no one was looking our way. No one would see me tip my head back, or roll my hips as I drew closer to the edge.

I bit my lip and panted through my nose, suppressing the moan that slipped out of my mouth as I came.

I bucked harder against his hand, milking the sensation for every delicious, orgasmic drop. Stars exploded across my vision. Blood raced through my ears, louder than the music which thudded through speakers in the ceiling.

Heat thundered through me for at least a minute, maybe two, before I finally came down in a quivering, whimpering puddle.

"Fuck," I said, too softly to be heard. Judging by the grin on his face, he read my lips well enough.

He slid his fingers out of me and stuck them in his mouth.

"Tasty." He grinned around his fingers and sucked them for a moment longer.

Shit, that was hot.

"Youre incredible with your hands." I should probably not feed what was clearly a healthy ego already, but I had to give credit where it was due.

"You look like you're good with your mouth." He gave me another speculative look.

The suggestion might have pissed another woman off, but I smiled. He was right about that; I was.

I fixed my panties and skirt and slid down into the perfect darkness under the table.

He said something that might have been, "Holy fuck," as I unfastened the front of his jeans.

I pushed them down enough to let his thick erection spring free. I slid my hand up and down his blazing hot length, from his head to his balls, making him harder still.

Slowly, teasingly, I ran the tip of my tongue over the tip of his cock. I savoured the taste of his precum before I took the rest of him in my mouth.

He reached down to tangle his hand in my blond hair, holding me in place while I sucked hard.

I massaged his balls with my fingers until he was quivering. His hips moved, thrusting him deeper into my mouth. I took as much of him as I could.

Not wanting to hurry, I slipped my mouth off him and ran my tongue up and down his length and around his head.

His fingers tightened on my hair, almost to the point of pain. I wouldnt have minded if he hurt me a little, but I wasn't in a position to communicate that right now.

I slipped my mouth back over him and sucked harder and faster. He bucked, driving himself deeper and deeper into my throat. I grazed my nails lightly over his balls, marvelling at the heat of his skin.

He stilled and a shudder went through him.

Hot cum squirted from his tip, into my throat. I slid my mouth off his cock and swirled his juices around like it was fine wine. Instead of spitting, I slid over so the dim light could hit my face. I looked directly at him and swallowed.