Chapter 1: Introduction
Lindsay slammed back her fifth shot of whisky, wincing at the harsh burn as it slid down her throat. The bar was suffocatingly crowded, filled to the brim with coworkers, businessmen and women, and a mess of other suits. Classy, pretentious bullshit—just another COMMAND+DEL event at her company.
Still annoyed she got stuck here and /halfway around the world in some tropical oasis, Lindsay signaled for another. She was already lit—why the fuck not?
If there was any night she deserved to get fucked up, it was this one. Lindsay had earned it, pulling in half a mil for her company that month alone, killing herself bringing in clients, and barely seeing the light of day. A little liquid escapism was the least she deserved.
"Another fucking one," she yelled to the bartender, slurring her words. "And make it quick, I'm a busy woman."
With her back turned, she felt the heavy, lustful eyes on her body. She knew the routine all too well.
The glance over the shoulder, the wink, the half-crooked smile—all signs of a horny, entitled prick trying to get her attention. Lindsay rolled her eyes and turned back to her drink, blocking out his slimy gaze.
But as she did, the hairs on her neck bristled, that universal sensation of sixth-sense danger prickling her skin. The weight of those fucking eyes grew heavier, as if they were drilling holes into her back.
And then the voice.
"May I buy you a drink?" he said.
Lindsay's heart raced as she turned around, her bloodshot eyes meeting the bright blues of Sammy Thompson. He was staring right at her tits, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Sorry, I don't usually do this." She lied, fluttering her eyelashes.
Truth was, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had sex. Or kissed someone. Or even gone on a date. And fuck, did she want Sammy's hands all over her.
"I'm Lindsay, by the way," she said, extending her arm over the sticky bar.
Sammy took her hand, the warmth and sweat from their palms mingling together.
"Nice to meet ya, Lindsay. You can call me Sam."
He reached for his wallet, pulling out a fifty. But Lindsay's eyes weren't on the crisp, green bill—they were on the bulge in his pants.
Her heart began to pound as they shared a quick, sensual glance.
Sammy's eyes were like blue flames, burning hot as they raked over her body. Lindsay felt a familiar ache begin to build between her legs. It had been too long since she'd felt this kind of raw attraction.
"So, Lindsay, what do you do for a living?" Sammy asked, his voice dripping with lust.
"I'm a lawyer," she replied, taking a long sip of her drink. The cool liquid burned her throat as it went down, igniting a fire in her belly.
"A lawyer, huh?
She couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him, his confident demeanor and undeniable sex appeal drawing her in. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating whether or not to let herself give in to this temptation.
Sammy signaled for the bartender, ordering a round of drinks for the two of them. Lindsay's eyes couldn't help but wander down to his muscular arms, admiring the way they bulged as he lifted the heavy tumbler of whisky. She could only imagine what the rest of his body looked like beneath his fitted suit.
She wanted to run her hands over his tight chest, down his abs, and past the bulge in his pants. Lindsay could already tell this man would be an animal in bed, and the thought of it made her wet.
"So Lindsay, what kind of law do you practice?" Sammy asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Business law, mostly. I handle a lot of corporate disputes and contract negotiations. It's not the most glamorous job, but it pays the bills."
She laughed, taking another sip of her drink.
"Trust me, business law is as exciting as it sounds." She rolled her eyes, mimicking the bored tone of her work.
Sammy leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Well, it sounds like you could use a little excitement in your life." His breath was hot on her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Lindsay's heart skipped a beat as she felt his hand on her thigh. The touch was soft, yet firm—a promise of what was to come.
Lindsay's breath hitched as she felt his fingers tracing circles on her thigh, slowly inching their way upwards. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape her lips.
"You have no idea, Sam," she replied, her voice low and breathless.
She took another sip of her drink, her hand shaking slightly as she brought the tumbler to her lips. Sammy's touch was like a drug, and she was quickly becoming addicted.
She couldn't help but let out a low moan as she felt his fingers brush against the damp fabric of her panties.
"Fuck, Sam," she breathed, leaning in closer to him.
Sammy's hand continued to explore her body, his fingers sliding beneath her panties and finding her wet, throbbing core. Lindsay couldn't help but let out a loud moan as he slipped a finger inside of her.
"You're so fucking tight, Lindsay," Sammy growled, his fingers working their magic.
Lindsay's breath hitched as his thumb circled her clit, her hips bucking wildly against his hand. She couldn't believe they were doing this in a crowded bar—but fuck, it felt so good.
She glanced around, her eyes wide with a mixture of shame and excitement. No one seemed to notice what was going on beneath the surface of the bar, but she couldn't shake the feeling of being exposed.
"Sam, we can't do this here," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
But Sammy didn't seem to care about the crowds of people around them, his eyes locked onto hers as he continued to pleasure her.
"You want me to stop, Lindsay?" he teased, his fingers slowing their pace.
She shook her head frantically, letting out a low moan as he picked up the pace once more.
"Didn't think so," he said with a smirk.
Lindsay couldn't help but let out a loud moan as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
She was on fire, her skin burning with desire and lust.
She felt Sammy's lips on her neck, his scruffy jaw scraping against her sensitive skin as he planted kisses across her collarbone.
"Fuck, Sam, I'm so close," she breathed, her hips grinding against his hand.
But just as she was about to come, Sammy pulled his fingers away, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
"Not yet, Lindsay," he teased, his voice low and seductive.
"Not until I can see that gorgeous body of yours spread out on my bed."
Lindsay's heart raced at the thought of Sammy taking her back to his hotel room, her pussy aching with need. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this kind of intense desire, her entire body screaming for release.
"Fuck, Sam, I need you inside of me," she pleaded, her voice desperate with lust.
But Sammy just smirked, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on her thigh.
"Impatient, aren't we?" he teased, his voice low and seductive.
Lindsay let out a low growl, her body trembling with need. She couldn't take much more of this torment—she needed to feel Sammy's skin against hers, his cock buried deep inside of her.
"Just take me back to your hotel room already," she begged, her voice husky with desire.
Sammy chuckled, his fingers finally moving up to the waistband of her panties.
"If you insist," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Lindsay let out a sigh of relief as she felt her panties being slipped down her legs, her aching pussy finally exposed to the cool air of the bar.
Sammy's hand immediately returned to her core, his fingers slipping inside of her with ease. Lindsay couldn't help but let out a low moan as he began to fuck her with his fingers, her hips bucking wildly against his hand.
She was so fucking wet, her pussy slick and swollen with desire.
Sammy's other hand was on her breast, his thumb flicking against her nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. Lindsay's head fell back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she surrendered herself to the pleasure.
But just as she was on the brink of orgasm, Sammy pulled his fingers away once more, a wicked look in his eyes.
"Not yet, Lindsay. I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours first."
He sank to his knees, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt and tugging it down to her ankles. Lindsay stepped out of it, kicking it aside as Sammy leaned in and pressed his mouth to her pussy.
His tongue flicked out, tracing the length of her slit and making Lindsay moan loudly.
Sammy's hands gripped her ass tightly, pulling her closer and pressing his mouth harder against her.
Lindsay tangled her fingers in his short brown hair, grinding herself shamelessly against his face. She had never been so bold before, but something about Sammy made her want to be wild and uninhibited.
He slipped a finger inside of her, curling it upwards and finding that sensitive spot inside of her. Lindsay's legs trembled as he began to stroke her in just the right way, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
She couldn't believe they were doing this here in the bar, but the thrill of it only heightened her arousal.
Sammy's tongue swirled around her clit, teasing and tasting her wetness. He sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves and making Lindsay gasp. Her hands gripped his hair tighter as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh god, Sammy, I'm gonna come," she whimpered, her hips bucking wildly.
Sammy groaned, the vibration of his mouth only adding to the intense pleasure building inside of her.
Lindsay threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came hard on Sammy's face. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her walls pulsing with each wave of pleasure that washed over her.
Sammy didn't let up, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic until Lindsay was spent, her legs trembling and body limp.
He stood up, licking his lips with a satisfied smile as he wiped a bit of her juices from his chin.
"Fuck, Lindsay, you taste like heaven," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips possessively.
Lindsay could only whimper in response, still trying to catch her breath from the intense orgasm that had just rocked her body. She had never been with someone who made her feel so wild and uninhibited—and she couldn't get enough.
Lindsay stumbled as Sammy led her out of the bar, her legs still shaking from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She couldn't believe what they had just done in the middle of the busy bar, but the thrill of it only fueled her desire for him even more.
They barely made it to the hotel room before their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, their bodies pressed together as they stumbled through the doorway. Sammy kicked the door shut behind them, his hands tearing at Lindsay's blouse as they stumbled towards the bed.
"Fuck, I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you," he growled, his lips crushing against hers in a hungry kiss.
Lindsay gasped as she felt the cool air of the hotel room on her bare skin, her nipples hardening into tight peaks as Sammy's thumbs brushed over them.
She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his muscles twitching and flexing beneath his suit as he pinned her against the bed.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Lindsay," Sammy murmured, his lips skimming down her neck and across her collarbone.
His teeth grazed against the curve of her breast, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Lindsay moaned, her back arching off the bed as she felt Sammy's fingers trace the outline of her nipples.
"I want to taste every inch of you," he growled, his tongue swirling around one tight peak before sucking it into his mouth.
Lindsay moaned, her fingers tangled in Sammy's hair as she pulled him closer. She couldn't get enough of the feeling of his mouth on her body, his hot breath and skilled tongue driving her wild with desire.
Sammy's hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her lacy lingerie and gripping her ass tightly. He growled, his teeth nipping at her sensitive flesh as he pulled her closer.
"Fuck, Lindsay, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.
Lindsay could feel the rigid length of his cock pressing against her thigh, his hips grinding against her as they kissed. She reached down, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants as she tried to free his aching length.
"Fuck, Sammy, I can't wait any longer," she whimpered, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Sammy's hips bucked as she finally managed to free his cock, the thick length springing free and slapping against her thigh.
"You're so fucking big, Sammy," Lindsay gasped, her eyes wide with Gucci as she took in the sight of his impressive length.
Sammy chuckled, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "And you're so fucking tight, Lindsay.
I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."
Sammy's fingers continued to explore Lindsay's wetness, spreading her moisture around her opening as he prepared to enter her.
Lindsay's breath hitched as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, the thick head pushing its way inside of her.
"Fuck, Sammy, you feel so good," she whimpered, her hips bucking as she tried to take him deeper.
Sammy groaned, his fingers digging into Lindsay's hips as he began to thrust deeper and harder. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around his cock was almost too much to bear, and he couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to resist her for so long.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his lips finding the curve of Lindsay's neck as he nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin.
Lindsay could only moan in response, her nails digging into Sammy's shoulders as she begged for more.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder, Sammy," she gasped, her hips grinding against his thrusts.
Sammy's hips moved in time with hers, the two of them moving together as one as they chased their pleasure. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the hotel room, mixing with their moans and gasps.
Lindsay had never felt this kind of intense connection during sex before, her body and mind consumed by the raw attraction she felt towards Sammy.
He thrust into her with reckless abandon, the force of his hips slamming their bodies together as Lindsay held on for dear life. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving red marks on her pale skin as he claimed her as his own.
"You like that, don't you, you dirty slut?" Sammy growled, his lips finding the curve of her neck as he nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin.
"Do you like it when I talk dirty to you, Lindsay? When I remind you just how dirty you are for wanting me so desperately?"
His words sent a shiver down her spine, the idea of being his dirty little slut only fueling her desire for more.
"Yes, Sammy, I love it," she moaned, her nails digging even deeper into his shoulders as she pleaded for more.
Sammy's thrusts grew faster and harder, reaching a punishing rhythm as he claimed every inch of her quivering body.
Lindsay's pussy clenched around his cock, her walls fluttering as aimless pleasure took hold of her senses.
"You're mine," he growled, his pace slowing slightly as he took in the passion-glazed look in her eyes. "Say it, Lindsay. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
The words were like music to Sammy's ears, confirming the primal urge that had driven him to this moment. His thrusts grew more frenzied, each one driving deeper and harder than the last as he sent Lindsay spiraling towards a shattering climax.
The intensity of their lovemaking was almost too much to bear, yet neither of them could resist the primal pull that drew them together. Their bodies melded into one, slick with sweat and lust as they chased the ultimate release.
Sammy's fingers dug deeper into Lindsay's hips, holding her in place as he plunged into her over and over again. Her moans grew louder, her pussy walls tightening around him as she felt herself hurtling towards a mind-blowing orgasm. With a final thrust, Sammy's cock twitched inside of her. Hot jets of cum spilled forth, filling her to the brim with his warmth.
"Yes, Sammy! Yes!" Lindsay screamed, her nails scratching down his back as her orgasm tore through her.
Sammy groaned, his hips snapping forward as he emptied himself inside of her. His seed spilled out, mixing with her slick folds as they both panted and gasped for breath.
They lay there, tangled in each other's limbs, for what seemed like hours. The weight of their bodies pressed against the soft comforter, sticky and satisfied. Sammy traced his fingers up and down Lindsay's arm, his lips pressed against the curve of her neck.
"Lindsay," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
"You are so fucking gorgeous."
His hands roamed over her body, feeling the softness of her skin under his rough palms. He couldn't believe that this woman, this successful lawyer with the captivating green eyes and the hourglass figure, was lying in bed with him, letting him touch her and kiss her and make her feel good.
Lindsay moaned as Sammy's hands found her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples and making them stiffen with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her tits against his hands and begging for more.
He took the hint and lowered his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth. She gasped and moaned, running her fingers through his short brown hair as he worshipped her body.
Sammy's hand trailed down her stomach and under the sheet, finding her pussy soaking wet and ready for him. He slid a finger inside of her, groaning as she clenched around him. "Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, adding another finger and stretching her out.
Lindsay moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair as he finger-fucked her relentlessly.
"God, Sammy. Yes, just like that," she moaned, writhing under his touch.
The way he touched her, the way he made her feel - it was all so intense and overwhelming. But in the best possible way.
She loved the feeling of his rough hands on her soft skin, the way he dominated her body and made her submit to him completely.
It was a heady experience, one that made her heart race and pulse quicken.
"Fuck, Sammy," she moaned as his fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bud. Her hips bucked up, seeking more friction, but he held her down with a firm hand on her hip.
"Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make you come apart piece by piece."
He slowly increased the pressure, rubbing his fingers back and forth over her clit as his other hand played with her breasts.
Lindsay’s breath hitched as the familiar tension began to build in her pelvis. She moaned, throwing her head back and arching her back as the waves of pleasure started to wash over her.
Sammy’s fingers moved faster, expertly manipulating her clit as he thrust his fingers deeper into her dripping pussy. Lindsay’s legs shook as the orgasm tore through her. She screamed out his name, the force of her release almost overwhelming.
Sammy didn’t let up, his fingers still moving as Lindsay came down from her high.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her entire body trembling with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm. He pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting her juices sent a fresh wave of lust through Lindsay, her pussy clenching at the thought of him inside her again.
“Holy shit,” Lindsay breathed, her body still humming with pleasure. “That was…”
“Fucking amazing?” Sammy suggested, a smug smile on his face.
Lindsay nodded, unable to speak as her heart still raced from the incredible orgasm she had just experienced. She pushed herself up to a sitting position and watched as Sammy stood and began to undress.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned and muscular chest. Lindsay couldn't help but stare in awe at the sight of him. She had always been a sucker for a well-defined chest and abs, and Sammy undoubtedly had a perfect one.
He dropped his shirt on the floor and kicked off his shoes, his pants quickly following suit.
He was completely naked now, his cock standing at attention and ready for action.
Lindsay couldn't help but stare at his impressive length. It was thick and long, with veins bulging along the shaft. She licked her lips in anticipation, her pussy already aching for him to fill her up.
"Come here, Lindsay," Sammy commanded, his voice low and husky.
She eagerly obliged, crawling across the bed towards him on all fours.
Her luscious tits bounced with each movement, her hard nipples brushing against the cool air of the hotel room. Sammy groaned, his already rock-hard cock twitching with desire at the sight of her.
"Fuck, Lindsay. You're so goddamn sexy," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and pulling her closer.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing and exploring as they tasted each other for the first time.
Lindsay's hands roamed over Sammy's muscular chest and abs, feeling the heat and strength of his body under her fingertips.
Sammy's hands trailed down Lindsay's back, reaching her round and firm ass and squeezing it tightly. He groaned with desire, his cock twitching and throbbing as he imagined burying himself deep inside of her.
Without breaking their kiss, Sammy lifted Lindsay up and placed her on the edge of the bed. He stepped between her legs, his cock pressed against her hot and wet pussy.
He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it with her juices before he slowly pushed inside of her.
Lindsay gasped as she felt him filling her, stretching her to the brim. Her pussy walls clenching around his cock, trying to keep him inside of her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Sammy grunted, starting to move in and out of her.
Lindsay wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside.
Sammy groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust harder and faster. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, accompanied by their moans of pleasure.
Sammy reached down, tracing his fingers over Lindsay's clit as he continued to fuck her. She gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as he brought her closer to the edge.
"Yes, Sammy. Yes. I'm so close," Lindsay moaned, her voice hoarse and breathless.
Sammy could feel her pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. He increased the speed of his fingers, circling her clit in quick, erratic movements.
"Come for me, Lindsay. Let me feel you come all over my cock," he groaned, his own orgasm building in his balls.
Lindsay couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud cry, she shattered around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her muscles spasmed and pulsed.
Sammy slammed into her one last time, the base of his cock grinding against her clit as he emptied himself inside of her.
They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the post-coital glow.
Sammy pulled out of her slowly, his cock already starting to soften. He lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her neck.
"You know, you're amazing," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
Lindsay couldn't help but smile at the compliment.
She had never felt so desired, so wanted by someone before. It was a new and exhilarating feeling, one that she never wanted to let go of.
As they lay there, tangled in the sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. It was a rare feeling, one that she didn't experience often in her busy and demanding career.
But with Sammy, it was different. He made her feel alive, desired, and cherished. He made her feel things that she never thought was possible.
She had built up walls around her heart after her previous relationship ended badly, leaving her with trust issues and a deep-seated fear of getting hurt again. He made her feel safe, loved, and desired. His touch made her body come alive, and his kisses made her forget everything else but the present moment. He made her feel like a woman, not just a successful lawyer with a reputation to uphold.
One night, they found themselves in a fancy hotel room, sipping on expensive champagne and admiring the view of the city down below.
The alcohol had started to kick in, and their cheeks were flushed from the buzz. Sammy's hand rested on Lindsay's thigh, slowly inching its way upwards.
"You know," he said, his voice low and husky, "I've been wanting to do this all night."
Before Lindsay could respond, Sammy's lips were on hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. His hand had made it to her panties, and he could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric.
Lindsay moaned into the kiss, her hips bucking against his hand as he continued to rub her through the thin material.
"You want me to touch you, don't you?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy.
Lindsay nodded, unable to form coherent words as she writhed beneath him.
"Beg me," he demanded, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties.
"Please, Sammy. Touch me.