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“Let’s be honest, Anton, I’m not exactly the most slender of women in this room. I’m a size fourteen with bright red hair and a huge arse. I don’t consider that to ooze sex appeal.”

  Throwing his head back, he laughed. I crossed my arms across my chest and glared at him. I didn’t need him to physically mock me!

  “You know what, I knew tonight was a bad idea.”

  Grabbing my purse from the bar and quickly throwing back the vodka and cranberry Sam had bought for me, I made a move toward the door. Dana was engrossed in conversation with Sam who had dragged her into a corner where an array of cushions lay on plush velvet sofas. I was on my own. This night was clearly a huge mistake. Well, at least that’s what I thought.

  Catching my elbow and spinning me around on the spot, Anton’s mouth closed over mine hungrily. His tongue darted inside, and I moaned deeply as his hand slid from my back and down to my behind. Palming it firmly, he grinned against my lips. I was in shock. Panting and breathless, I was totally speechless.

  “Now this,” he grasped my arse tightly, “is sexy.”

  I gasped and stared at him wide eyed. Oh my God!

  Chapter 16

  I felt like a teenager again! After dragging me into a dark corner, Anton’s hands were roaming all over my body. His lips caressed my neck, cleavage, and earlobe, while his hands greedily palmed my flesh. Sliding them down my back, he pushed his way down and into my jeans. I was thankful that I’d decided to wear my best lingerie because as his fingertips brushed against the black lace of my knickers, he groaned deeply into my ear.

  “Oh, fuck. I love French lace underwear. On your curves, I bet it looks even more tempting.”

  I grinned against his shoulder. I could feel the hard length of him as it pressed firmly against my hip. Slipping my own hand into his jeans, I rubbed gently at his bulging boxer shorts.

  “Mmmm. Charlene, you have two choices. I’m either going to fuck you right here against this wall, or we can go to my place. But either way, I am going to fuck you.”

  Grabbing his hands, I practically dragged him toward the door. Dana caught my eye as I hurried past her, and seeing the man I was currently gripping hold of, she grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I wasn’t looking for approval, but as my eyes wandered around the room, I could see some of the other women staring at me with a knowing smile on their lips. I wondered how many of them had sampled Anton’s goodies too. Not that it mattered. Tonight, he was my cookie jar, ice cream cone and everything bad for my health in, oh, so many wonderful ways!

  * * * *

  Anton’s place was only a short drive from the bar and was located in the high end of London. When I say high end, I mean swanky apartments that girls my age got via a rich daddy or sugar daddy. For men, it was usually a case of working too many hours and living the party boy lifestyle. Neither was overly appealing to me, but as we stumbled, fumbled, and groped our way up to his suite in the elevator, I really didn’t care if he lived in a swamp! I was getting laid tonight and there wasn’t a tube of denture glue in sight.

  Pinning me against the wall of the elevator with his hips, he caged me in as his palms pressed against the wall on either side of my head. His lips trailed kisses from my jaw to just behind my ear. My knees were weakening, and if he hadn’t skillfully slipped his hand quickly onto my behind, I was sure I would have been a crumpled mess on the floor. His mouth worked slowly from my ear down my throat before arriving at my cleavage. His other hand grabbed, groped, and fondled my right breast as his lips sought out my nipple. Before I knew it, he’d pulled my halter aside and fully exposed my waiting flesh. His mouth closed over my nipple, and he sucked gently before nibbling on it and grinning as he did so. I was in ecstasy!

  As the doors opened, he quickly released me, took my hand and led me down the long white washed wall hallway. I began stuffing myself back into my halter top as we walked, but I’d only managed to push my breast halfway into my bra when we stopped outside apartment twenty. Pressing my back against the cool wood, Anton began pulling at the zip on my jeans. My own hands made quick work of his shirt buttons as he opened the door and backed me into a large, dark room, lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the vast window. I kicked off my heels as I pulled his shirt over his muscular shoulders and tore it away from his body. My jeans were now completely undone and sliding his hand into them, he rubbed my swollen clit through my underwear.

  “Oh, Charlene, you are so fucking hot!”

  His voice was a low growl, and it was totally intoxicating. His lips caressed my neck as his free hand pushed my jeans down, causing them to fall to the floor around my ankles. I stepped out of them carefully. In this strange room, in the dark, I was blind, but as Anton urged me backward, the backs of my knees buckled as they hit the cool leather of what appeared to be a sofa. Laying me down gently, he continued to palm, massage, and stroke my pussy. Yes, I called it a pussy. I have an intense dislike for that other word.

  I groaned with pleasure as his leaned forward and took my wet, lacey knickers between his teeth. Glancing up at me, he grinned wickedly. Releasing the delicate fabric, he began trailing kisses up to my belly button. I could feel my lack of confidence beginning to wither away as this man continued to worship and attend to my body. His tongue glided over my stomach and pushing up my top, he smiled.

  “These are the most succulent, gorgeous, delicious tits I have ever tasted.”

  I bit my lip and blushed. Dipping his fingers into the cups of my bra, he gently pulled them downward, exposing both of my large and full breasts. His hands massaged them firmly as his mouth, tongue and teeth unleased a heavenly attack on my nipples. I could feel the sensations pulling like a direct line through my stomach to my pussy. It wouldn’t take me much to reclaim that long lost orgasm, and I prayed Anton would lead the way soon.

  His body was tangled with mine. His jeans hung loosely around his behind, and I could feel the stretch of his boxer shorts as his solid, hard erection pressed against my leg. He was writhing on top of me, the friction against my clit was heavenly, but I needed more.

  His teeth caught my earlobe, and he breathed heavily in my ear.

  “Talk dirty to me, Charlene. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  Huh? Was he for real? It’s not that I am opposed to dirty talk, it’s just that, well, I’m not very good at it. Trying desperately to think of what to say, I tried to relax and let my body do the thinking for me.

  “I want you to fuck me. I want you so deep that I can hardly stand it. I want to feel you fill me up and pound into me until I almost break in half.”

  Wow. I guess I’m not so bad at it after all. He let out a long hiss.

  “Oh, baby. Yeah. I wanna fuck you so hard. I’m gonna bang you like a drum then bend you over and give it to you in a way that you only see in nature films.”

  His cock was rubbing fiercely against my thigh. Reaching between us, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and gripped him, hard. My hand moved back and forth with every grind of his hips. He was so hard I could barely stand it! Urging his jeans down farther, I unleashed him and continued to pump, stroke, and tease his cock. He groaned loudly.

  “Oh, yeah. Oh, you make me so hard. Do you like that, baby? You like seeing me get hard for you.”

  Is that a trick question? Of course I like it! I want it!

  “Mmmm. You’re so big and hot for me. I love to feel you throbbing between my fingers.”

  His mouth opened, and his eyes closed tightly. I loved the effect my naughty little mouth was having on him.

  “I bet you taste incredible—your thick, silky smooth cock in my mouth. My tongue teasing you ‘til you can’t take anymore.”

  He gasped and bit his lip. His thrusts into my hand were getting stronger.

  “You want to fuck me, Anton?”

  He nodded but seemed unable to speak. His forehead pressed against my shoulder as his lips kissed and sucked my breast. I moaned with enjoyment and as I slid my free hand into my underwear to remove t
hem, Anton groaned.

  “Oh, Charlene, you feel so good.”

  I do? My hand was now doing none of the work and as he moved back and forth heavily against my fingers, I quickly foresaw a problem.

  “Anton.”

  He moaned. “Oh, Charlene.”

  “Uh, Anton?” I said a little more impatiently.

  “Oh, Charlene. Oh, baby, I think I’m gonna…”

  My eyes widened, and I shook my head fiercely!

  “Oh, God! No!”

  Grimacing and moaning so loud that his voice echoed around the entire room, Anton sat up and began pumping at himself.

  “Oh, yes!”

  No! No, no, no, no, no! Oh, this wasn’t happening!

  Aiming his weapon at my face, he moaned and hissed. You should know that a penis could shoot semen up to eleven inches at a speed of around twenty-eight miles per hour. In one, quick blur of a motion … I discovered this very fact firsthand as Anton’s climax found its way from its vessel, across the sofa, and straight into my left eye!

  My eyes closed so tightly, I couldn’t even speak. You should also know that when that stuff gets you right in the eye, it stings! It burns and glues your lids together in a flash! As I tried to wipe it off with a throw pillow that had fallen to the floor in our frenzied fumble, my orgasm sobbed heavily in the corner of the room, discarded and forgotten while his danced a fucking jig! Not only was I completely and utterly sexually frustrated, I had just had my leg dry humped like a damn dog and been blinded by a premature ejaculation!

  Collapsing on top of me, Anton breathed heavily against my chest. It was lucky for him that he couldn’t see my expression because I wasn’t angry, oh no, I was seething.

  “Mmmm. That was amazing. You’re a dirty girl, Charlene.”

  I didn’t reply but simply continued to try and remove the sticky mess from my eye. He lifted his head and furrowed his brow.

  “What’s wrong?”

  My mouth opened wide in astonishment, and I began yelling. I don’t mean a little; I mean the full-on screeching of a harpie.

  “What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Are you kidding me? You give me the green light and rev my engine with a whole host of foreplay, then you throw me on the sofa, whisper dirty little thoughts in my ear, and when I reciprocate, you start humping my leg like a dog, and I end up turning into a howling, frustrated, and incredibly infuriated bitch! Urgh!”

  Standing, he quickly pulled up his shorts and jeans. Running his fingers through his hair, he blushed a deep shade of crimson.

  “There’s no need to scream about it. Jeez. I can’t help it if you turn me on so much.”

  Swinging my legs from the sofa, I squinted up at him. “You fucking blinded me!”

  Wincing, Anton handed me a tissue to wipe myself clean. Snatching it from his hand, I growled with anger. Great. Frustrated, dry humped, and covered in semen. I wanted to die.

  Handing me my jeans, he gave me an apologetic smile.

  “I think maybe you should go. You’re obviously not the kinda girl I thought you were.”

  I huffed loudly, and standing abruptly, I sniped at him.

  “You mean I’m not made of plastic? Wipe-able? Or maybe you prefer your women a little more two-dimensional. Like a porno magazine! You can come over them all day! You should come with a health warning and a pair of fucking goggles!”

  Pulling on my clothes, I held the tissue against my eye and mumbled to myself. I was beyond pissed; I was furious.

  “Where’s the bathroom? I need to try and clean this gunk out of my eye before I attempt the journey home!”

  He pointed toward a door on the far side of the room.

  Pushing my way inside, I located the light switch, and as I caught my reflection, I wanted to cry. My hair was a tangled, mass of red. My eye was swollen and almost as red as the lipstick smeared across my face. My breasts were still hanging over my bra and as I pushed them back inside to straighten up, I noticed the hickey on my neck. That was the last straw. Washing my eye out as best I could, I stormed back into the lounge, grabbed my purse and shoes, and headed for the door. Grabbing the handle, I turned back to Anton who stood in the middle of the room looking extremely humiliated.

  “I’d say thank you, but considering I’m leaving here a Cyclops with a sexual hunger that is once again going unfed, I think I’ll pass! Goodbye!”

  Slamming the door behind me, I made my way to the elevator, stepped in, and slumped against the back wall. This was a disaster. My love life, sex life, and well, my whole life, was a total train wreck. And now, there was only one person who could help my poor, sexually abused eye and me. This would be the most awkward conversation of my entire existence and it would be with my best friend. Great. Could my life get any worse?

  Chapter 17

  Remember when I asked if my life could get any worse? Well, apparently it can. Never tempt the universe or call it out to challenge you because it would seem that it has a habit of biting you in the arse or kicking you hard in the crotch. I was feeling a little of each right now.

  Walking into the apartment with my hand over my eye, I scanned the room. Adam wasn’t in the lounge, which I was thankful for, but I could hear music coming from his room, and the light was streaming through the gap of his slightly opened door. Maybe I could just clean it up myself and it would be fine. I could give it a good scrub and no one would have to know!

  Marching across the lounge, I hurried toward my room but as I passed the sofa, I didn’t notice the snoozing feline on the floor beside it and promptly stepped on his tail. Screeching and darting into Adam’s bedroom, Jacob hissed and growled in outrage.

  “Charlie?” Adam called from the bedroom.

  Closing my eyes tightly, I threw myself onto the sofa.

  “I’m in here.”

  His door opened and light began to fill the room.

  “Oh, please close the door. Darkness is very much my friend right now.”

  Adam’s tall, broad frame cast a large shadow over me as he stood in the doorway. My hand still covering my eye, I sniffed a little as tears slid down my cheek.

  “Charlie? What’s wrong? Why are you covering your face?”

  Marching over to me, he tried desperately to remove my hand from my eye.

  “Charlie, stop it! Did someone hit you? Let me look!”

  He was panicked and furious.

  “No, I’m fine. No one attacked me.”

  He furrowed his brow and kneeled in front of me.

  “Then why are you hiding?”

  I took a deep breath and slowly, embarrassedly, and with trepidation, lowered my hand. Lifting my chin, Adam examined me.

  “I need to turn the light on to look at you. You look sore and a little red. Did you get something in there?”

  Oh, boy did I. Getting to his feet he walked over and turned on the main light. As it filled the room, I squinted.

  “Holy shit, Charlene. What the hell did you get in there?”

  I groaned and picked up one of the throw pillows to bury my face in. I mumbled into the pillow.

  “Charlene, I can’t hear you. What is in your eye?”

  I mumbled louder. Grabbing the pillow from me, he snatched it away and scowled down at me.

  “It’s cum!” I shouted.

  He raised a brow.

  “You mean …”

  I nodded and turned beetroot red. “Yes. Spunk, semen, cum, love juice, jizz, or whatever you want to call it; it’s in my eye. I really don’t want to talk about.”

  A smile played across his lips, and I could tell he was trying desperately not to burst into laughter.

  “I see. Well, I’ll just … get some gloves.”

  As he left the room, I could hear him chuckling. Arsehole. When he returned, he was wearing a pair of medical gloves and carrying a small bottle of clear liquid and some swabs.

  “I won’t ask how it happened, but looking at that fuck me badge on your neck, I’m assuming you had a good night?”

  I
snorted loudly.

  “Hardly. You’d think, considering my current state that I at least got some enjoyment. But, no. Can we please not talk about it?” I was getting desperate.

  Adam poured some of the liquid onto gauze and dabbed at my eye. The sting was instantly soothed, and the stickiness was now also subsiding. Able to fully open my eyelids again, I blinked several times. Adam smiled at me and shook his head.

  “Close your eye. I need to clean it.”

  I nodded and resting my head back against the sofa cushion, I breathed deeply as Adam dabbed the swabs on my face. Tears were still dripping down my cheeks.

  “There, all done.”

  He was quiet, and as I lifted my head to look down at him, he gave me a rueful smile.

  “I shouldn’t have laughed. Sorry.” He handed me a tissue and as I took it, I scoffed.

  “Why? My whole life is a joke. Look at me.”

  Lifting my chin with his knuckle, he shook his head lightly.

  “I am looking at you. I’m always looking at you, and do you know what I see?”

  I shook my head.

  “I see a fun, gorgeous, sexy, and incredibly amazing woman.”

  I sniffed into my tissue and gazed at him through my tears.

  “Really?”

  He nodded.

  “Well, if everyone thinks I’m so damn hot and sexy, why can’t I see it, and why the hell am I still yet to get laid?”

  He chuckled. “You are hot, sexy, and incredible. I have no idea why you don’t see it. As for why you haven’t gotten laid, the guys you’re choosing clearly have no idea what they’ve got in their hands.”

  I gave a halfhearted smile. “I don’t know about that. Maybe I’m just doomed to be sexless and alone forever. I mean, who wants someone who is riddled with self-esteem and body confidence issues? I know I wouldn’—“

  Cutting me off, Adam lunged forward and pressed his lips firmly against mine. I blinked rapidly at him in total shock. Oh, my God! His hand slid up my thigh as the other slid behind my neck, pulling me closer. My mouth opened instinctively to allow his tongue to slide inside. Is this actually happening? Adam, my Adam, is kissing me and … I’m letting him. I closed my eyes as my body gave in to the wonderful sensations. His touch was gentle, attentive, and the feeling of his hands on my flesh was so foreign yet thrilling. It was forbidden fruit and I tasted it with every stroke of his tongue.