Scream For me

SLATER

I watch Jenna as she wipes down the counter, her dress giving me the best damn peek-a-boo show I’ve ever seen. The fabric is pretty much see-through, but it’s nothing compared to seeing her actual tanned, toned skin. My fingers itch with the need to touch her. I knew she was trouble the second she walked into my bar, looking scared but determined as she ignored all the stares and made her way straight towards me on those insanely high heels.

Now, she’s bent over my damn bar and making me wish I was buried balls deep inside her. How the fuck is this young woman still a virgin? She must have driven the boys she went to high school with absolutely mad. I’m surprised any of them were able to graduate. They must’ve had a hell of a time focusing on anything other than her tempting body.

“What can I get you?”

Her sweet voice lulls me from my fantasies, and I look up to see the Thompson brothers sitting down at the bar. Fan-fucking-tastic! It’ll be a miracle if I can get through the next hour without getting into a fight. They all think she’s unclaimed, so they’re like bees to honey. Fuck, I think with a groan, I bet her little virgin pussy does taste sweet as honey.

When Bo Thompson gives her a wink and runs a finger over the hand she has resting on the bar, I lose my shit and pull Jenna back up against me. Grabbing onto her upper arm, I drag her over to the end of the bar. Her blue eyes look up at me, wide with surprise, and her pouty lips are open as if she’s dying to hand my ass to me, but I shut her up with a kiss before she has a chance to say anything.

Cupping her sweet face, I feel her body melt against me as she opens her mouth wider for me. My tongue runs along hers, and I let out a moan at how fucking good she tastes and how her body fits perfectly against mine. Her hands run under my shirt, dragging her nails along my abs, and I’ve never been so hard before in my life. She lets out a soft whimper as I give her bottom lip a soft bite, and I know if I don’t pull away, then I’m going to be popping this girl’s cherry in a matter of seconds.

Using the last of my willpower, I tear my lips from her and take in a much-needed breath of air. Her blue eyes are glazed over, and she looks sexy as fuck. Her lips curl up at me, giving me a smug, bratty grin.

“I knew you liked me,” she says, and I have to bite back the laugh I want to give.

Leaning in closer, I hover my lips above hers and say, “Who says I like you? I just don’t want a massive bar fight on my hands. You’re half-naked and in a biker bar, baby. You’re like a bitch in heat that’s surrounded by wolves. If I don’t step in and lay claim to you,” I say, giving her bottom lip a soft bite, “then they’re going to tear you to shreds.”

Her breath hitches when I run my tongue over where I’ve bitten, soothing the sting away.

She looks up at me and whispers, “So you’re going to make them think

I’m yours?”

“I already have,” I say, giving her a wink. “But one kiss isn’t going to be enough for them. I’m going to have to do more.”

“Like what?”

Her voice is more of a purr, thick with lust and driving me wild.

I run a finger down her cheek, marveling at how damn soft her skin is. “I’m going to need to have my hands on you,” I say, trailing my fingers along her collarbone, smiling when she lets out a soft gasp. “A lot.”

“You should probably kiss me again, too,” she says, making me smile.

“We wouldn’t want them to have any doubts.”

“No, we definitely don’t want that.”

I lean in closer, and then pull back when she tries to kiss me. She gives me a pouty look that has me laughing again. “Maybe if you’re a good girl,”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I tell her.

“That’s not fair,” she whines.

“Not fair?” I say with a harsh laugh. “No, what’s not fair is you walking in here, flashing me glimpses of your perfect tits and round ass and then telling me you’re a virgin. That’s not fucking fair.”

I expect her to get angry, but instead she surprises me by giving me a big, sexy grin and running one hand between us so she can discreetly palm my painfully hard cock.

“I knew you really wanted me.” She starts to massage me, making it impossible to think about anything else. “You can try and pretend you’re doing this just to avoid a bar fight, but your cock is telling me another story.”

She gives me one more squeeze before pulling her hand away, smiling when I let out a groan of disappointment and frustration. “Come on, Slater, let’s show them who I belong to.”

Without waiting for a response, not that I could’ve given one if I’d wanted to, she smiles and walks back to the bar. I let out a relieved sigh when I notice that the Thompson brothers aren’t still at the bar. At least two people got the hint. I look at the clock and sigh, forty-five minutes to go. The bar is still packed and in full swing. Usually, I’d let people stay late, because it’s just more money for me, but that’s not happening tonight. As soon as I can, I’m shoving everyone out, locking the doors, and popping Jenna’s sweet little cherry.

Ignoring the painful throb in my jeans, I start helping the next customer, but my eyes keep finding their way back to her tight, young body.