53- It was a lie

I roll the glass down and a pair of green twinkling eyes meets my gaze. That red dress telling me who this is. My heart freezes inside my chest.
“I need a ride,” she says. “My party abandoned me.”
Without a second thought, I unlock the door and watch, mesmerized, as slim fair legs slide into the car.
She shuts the door with a smile and turns to me. “Nice car,” she says.
The compliment barely registers with me. “Where do you want me to take you?” “Anywhere,” Blair replies, her gaze darkening.
With a half-cocked grin at the double meaning, I turn away, put the car in gear and pull out into the traffic.
I don’t take her to my house. The Brown Palace is a pretty luxurious option, so I get a room for us, and in no time we’re alone.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask.
She settles down on the end of the bed. “Red wine is good,” she says.
Now, I take a second to look at her and realize there is a slight problem. Under clear, bright lighting, I can see that she is much more beautiful than I had thought but her beauty right now is more innocent, than sultry.
She is still wildly appealing, but now rather than the sophisticated lady I had painted in my mind, I am now considering how to go softly on her, or if it’s even legal for her to be in the same room as I am. I think for a moment on how to phrase my question lightly, but when nothing comes to mind, I just revert to normal and say just what I want to, “How old are you?” I ask.
Just as expected, her response is a slight frown. She uncrosses her legs and glares at me. “Excuse me?”
I’m not moved by her reaction. “You look way younger than I thought.” “I’m of age,” she answers coldly.

“Let me see your ID.”
She rises to her feet then, indignation across her face. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She grabs her purse and turns.
For a moment I watch her storm away, but then I can’t let her leave. So I go after her and just as she jerks the door open, I reach out above her and slam it back shut.
“Hey!” She spins around to protest, but finds herself trapped between my frame and the door. “Move!” She orders, her eyes glowing with annoyance.
I note that she is doing all she can to avoid touching me. My voice lowers, “Don’t get me wrong,” I say. “I want to fuck you, in a hundred different ways but I need to know that I’m not going to be put in jail after that.”
Her eyes maliciously bore into mine, but her offense has come down a notch. Her hands begin to move and without taking her eyes from mine, she produces her driver’s license. She holds it so close to my face that I can barely see it. “I’m twenty-one,” she says. “Is this enough proof for you?”
I confirm the numbers that I want to, and she puts it away. “You’ve asked your question,” she says. “Now, it’s my turn.”
I laugh at the challenge in her tone. She is indeed feisty and I feel my cock swelling in the exhilaration with each passing moment. “Go ahead,” I say.
A mischievous smirk lifts a corner of her mouth. “I want you on your knees,” she says. “Eat me out. Let’s start there.”
I laugh out loud, the sound hearty and rumbling and it’s a surprise to the both of us. It has been a while since I have been so out rightly challenged and disrespected like this, and it is thrilling. Perhaps she had expected that I would be offended. However, I am anything but. I lower my frame, and grab the back of her thighs to pull her towards me.
I hear the little gasp that escapes her lips, and look up to see her slightly widened eyes. My hands reach up to grab her ass, and my grip is so hard that she falters, almost falling into me. I can hear her breathing becoming harsher as her hands move to my head to steady herself.
My fingers hook into the strap of lace on her waist, and with a sharp tug, I begin to pull the thong down her thighs. But then halfway through, I change my mind. I rip the flimsy lace apart and fling it away from her.
“Hey! That’s expensive…” She begins to say when the words suddenly die on her tongue. Her dress is now bunched around her waist, completely exposing her and it seems it has made her quite shy.

With a smile, I run my hand down her pretty crotch then I slide my middle finger through the slick folds.
Her hips begin to writhe, almost as though she wants to escape but that is no longer a possibility.
“Hold onto me,” I order and lift one of her legs. I hang it across my shoulder, tilt my head, and seal my mouth over her pulsing clit.
Her gasp resounds across the room, and its sharpness spurs me on. She tastes sweet, warm, and sinful and it messes with my head.
“Grady...” The breathy call of my name registers to me from a distance, but I pay it no mind. I suck greedily on the swollen bud of her arousal in a hard rapid rhythm, and in no time, her body is squirming and contorting uncontrollably above me. With a hand across her stomach to pin her to the wall, I dip my head even lower and give her entire cleft a thorough lick from the top through the completely drenched slit.
Then my tongue spears into her opening.
Little Blair buckles with an even louder grasp. “S-stop,” she tries to say. I can only laugh darkly in my mind. I haven’t even begun.