Chapter 2: Building Tension
The sharp ring of laughter sliced through the damp, buzzing air of the bar as Sarah shifted her weight from one heel to the other. She had been nursing her red solo cup for the past half hours, scanning the elongated faces, bobbing heads, and bulky shoulders of the crowd with a passive interest. Her blond hair, cropped short and swinging free just above her collar, tickled her shoulders teasingly with each tilt of her head. She leaned in to whisper to her best friend, Kaitlyn.
"I'm going to the little girls' room." Kaitlyn, her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, merely grunted in response, already engrossed in the phone in her hand.
The line for the bathroom was absurdly long, and Sarah couldn't help but roll her eyes as she heard an overly enthusiastic cheer erupt from the bar behind her. She was about to check her phone for something - anything - interesting when she felt it. A firm, persistent pressure against her lower back.
Sarah froze, whirling to survey the crowd like a prey sensing danger. A pair of eyes, hazel with flecks of gold, locked onto her own, and she caught a flash of a knowing smirk. The man frowned, unabashed by her gaze, and stepped forward, his body colliding with hers as he tried to extricate himself from the crowd. She could feel something hard and foreign against her hip, the unexpected contact igniting a low growl of pleasure in the pit of her stomach.
"Apologies," he said gruffly, his masculine voice rasping against her ears.
Sarah tried to ignore the shiver that ran down her spine, a tremor of pure, unfiltered lust.
"No worries," she managed to reply, before turning back to the bar, her breath hitching as the pressure between them eased but remained, a dull ache begging to be addressed.
Tom. She had heard him introduce himself before she had turned away, his name lingering on her tongue, tasting like whiskey and temptation.
She could still feel him, the vague outline of his form behind her.
"Hey, uh, can I buy you a drink? To make up for that?"
His voice shocked her, and Sarah pivoted to face him. Tom was staring at her, that smolder in his eyes which made her stomach churn and skin tingle in the most primal of ways. Her senses were on high alert now, her pupils dilated with barely contained need. She nodded slowly, swallowing hard as he lifted his fingers to order.
A flicker of excitement sparked within Sarah at the thought of a private encounter. She could already feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and she pressed her thighs together to alleviate the sudden throbbing between her legs.
"Bourbon, straight up. And another whiskey for the lady," Tom said to the bartender, his voice low and commanding. The latter drink seemed to hang meaningfully in the air, and Sarah felt a blush creep over her cheeks as she smiled up at him.
The bar was still alive with laughter and chatter, but she was only aware of the man in front of her, his presence a heady mix of whiskey and testosterone. Her fingers twitched as she longed to reach out and touch his chest again.
"Follow me," Tom said, and Sarah nodded, her heart pounding with anticipation. They pushed their way through the crowd, her short skirt clinging to her thighs, the heat from Tom's body raising goosebumps on her bare arms.
She followed him, her pulse quickening with each step, the hum of conversations around them fading as they reached a dimly lit corner booth.
Velvet-upholstered benches, sticky with spilled drinks, and a scarred wooden table provided a makeshift bed for the two entwined bodies, their heartbeats thundering in unison as they gave in to their uncontrollable desires.
Tom slid into the booth first, his eyes locked on the sway of Sarah's hips as she moved to join him. The hem of her skirt rode up on her thighs, revealing the soft skin beneath.
Sarah slid in beside Tom, her breath hitching in her chest as he leaned in towards her. His hand reached out and settled on her thigh, squeezing gently and pulling her until she was pressed against him. She could feel the weight of his arousal digging into her side, her body reacting instantly to his touch.
The air in the booth was heavy with pheromones, the scent of their lust reaching a fever pitch. Tom had to touch her. He had to taste her now. He slid down to his knees and slowly spread her legs where he lightly nuzzled his face along her panty covered pussy. Her scent was completely intoxicating, capturing him with an assurance that she is in full bloom and neither will be able to stop from this point forward. She rocked her hips slightly to encourage a little friction with his face and he could feel her warm fluids soaking through her panties. He slowly ran his nose up and down her slit, taking her in and surrendering to those feminine hormones. Hormones that were made to ensure successful coupling as nature intended. The thought made her even hotter. She pressed her hips forward, groaning as his tongue snaked out and lapped at the damp fabric between her thighs. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging him in closer.
"Oh, fuck, Tom, just like that." She panted.
Tom growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. He couldn't wait any longer; he wanted to taste the sweetness of her arousal, straight from the source.
He pulled her panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. He let out a low moan at the sight of her swollen lips and the moisture that clung to them. It was all he could do not to lose himself right then and there, and devour every inch of her delicious sex. It had been so long.
Tom dove in, his tongue flicking out and tracing her folds. Her taste was like nothing he had ever experienced before; it was addictive and he couldn't get enough. He spread her legs wider, inviting himself in further, and she gladly obliged.
She let out a whimpered plea as he traced the seam of her pussy once more before plunging his tongue into her warmth. The sensation was overwhelming, and Sarah arched her back, her hands gripping to the tufted velvet of the booth.
Tom's hands roamed up her thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of her curves before slipping under her skirt, grabbing and kneading at her flesh. Sarah could feel the fabric of her underwear being tugged to the side, baring her to him.
She could barely contain a whimper of anticipation as Tom's tongue darted out, running a hot, wet path up the length of her slit.
"God, you taste amazing," he muttered into her flesh, unable to keep the reverence out of his voice. Sarah couldn't find it within herself to respond, all coherent thought vanishing in a haze of lust as his tongue delved deeper, parting her folds and exploring her hidden depths.
Her fingers grasped the back of his head desperately, threading through his hair and pulling him in closer, unable to resist the temptation to grind her hips against his face.
Tom was relentless, drinking in her essence as if it were the sweetest ambrosia. He could feel her slick arousal coating his lips, taste her tangy flavor on his tongue. His hands moved higher up her thighs, seeking out the warmth of her core, and slid a finger alongside her slit, gathering her wetness.
Sarah arched her hips towards him, desperate for more, but Tom took his time, teasing her slick folds with a feather-light touch, driving her crazy with need.
Tom's tongue continued to explore every inch of her throbbing pussy. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it incessantly as he flicked it gently with his tongue. Sarah's body quivered with each pass, her hips gyrating uncontrollably. Her release was already building within her, the pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt.
She could feel her breath hitching with each lap of his tongue, the ache between her thighs growing ever more insistent. Tom sensed her readiness, her body trembling under his touch. As he sucked her nub, his finger delved into her wetness, exploring the hidden depths of her sex.
Sarah's hips rocked against his mouth, the tension in her belly coiling ever tighter, the fire in her loins building to an inferno.
"Don't stop, Tom, please," she choked out, almost in tears.
Her hands clenched in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him in closer, urging him to continue.
Tom groaned in response, his fingers plunging deeper into her slick heat, feeling her muscles flutter and clench around him as he stretched and explored her depths. The taste of her on his tongue was driving him wild with lust and desire. He slipped a second finger alongside the first, pushing them both deep into her hot core, curling them to rub against the spongy spot within her and causing her hips to jerk with pleasure.
Sarah cried out as Tom's fingers hit the right spot, the sensation shuddering through her body like an electric current. She writhed in the booth, her body attempting to break free of her constraints and give itself over completely to the ecstasy that was building within her. But Tom wouldn't let her. He kept his mouth firmly on her clit, his fingers buried deep in her pussy, bringing her ever closer to the edge.
Her breathing grew ragged, her moans louder and more desperate as the orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her legs trembled, her toes curling as she came hard against Tom's mouth. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as the waves of pleasure radiated from her core, pulsing through every inch of her body, igniting every nerve ending.
Tom didn't relent, continuing to drink in her sweetness with abandon as the last remnants of her orgasm washed over her. She slumped back against the booth, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Tom slowly pulled his fingers from her pulsing pussy.
Sarah watched, dazed, as he brought them to his lips, the digits glistening with her arousal. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers, the action causing another wave of pleasure to crash through her.
"Fuck, Sarah. You taste so good," he growled, his voice low and raw with lust.
Her pulse raced at his words, the thrill of indulging in something so illicit and filthy overwhelming her senses. Wanting to give as good as she got, Sarah moved to return the favor.
She tugged Tom's shoulders, pulling him upwards and onto the booth. Her hand fumbled with the button on his jeans, but soon enough she had them undone and her hand slipped into the opening.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, the coarse hairs tickling her palm. Sarah grinned as she heard Tom hiss through his teeth, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to stroke. She marveled at the weight and girth of him in her hand, marveling at how he throbbed against her grasp.
Flicking a glance at him, she watched as his eyes fluttered closed, his jaw clenching with each stroke she gave him. Watching him, seeing the pleasure spread across his face, was an aphrodisiac in itself.
Her grip tightened ever so slightly as she reached the base of his shaft, only to slide smoothly over the taut skin slicked with her saliva and his precum. She glanced up at him and caught Tom watching her through hooded eyes, which darkened with desire as his gaze focused on her lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
Her touch was like a match against dry tinder, igniting a hunger in him that could not be quenched. With a wicked grin, she pushed him back onto the bench, eager to explore his body further.
Her lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there before trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses down his chest. Tom's hand came up to tangle in her hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she slid lower, her tongue leaving a wet trail along the defined lines of his abdomen.
Sarah found herself being drawn to his masculine pheromones and her body was relentlessly urging her to continue.