“Oh my god,” Lucy nearly rolled her eyes out of her head. “Go
fuck yourself.”
“Hey, weird! That’s exactly what I said to you that night!”
Lucy gagged and headed down to the other end of the bar,
where patrons—some too busy scowling at Barrett to look anywhere else—were
hankering for drinks. Barrett turned his eyes back onto Lila, and again she felt
that swell in her ribcage. She held his eyes this time, though.
“Long time, no see,” she said finally. His face broke into a
grin, and his cocky eyebrow went up.
“Only a week—did I really leave you that hot and horny for
our next meeting?” His ego was the thing Lila hated about Barrett, but it was
also what drew her toward him. She couldn’t help but think that he’d probably
been with a lot of women who just took it from him, and she couldn’t help but
think he maybe liked her a little bit because she wasn’t going to do that.
“Was it only a week? Hm. I guess I’d always heard that time
really dragged in hell.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Hell because you couldn’t wait
until you saw me again?” He moved a stool closer. Lila felt it in her thighs.
“Hell because I knew an asshole like you existed.”
Barrett laughed. “Come on now, I don’t want to fight. I just
did that.”
“Barely,” Lila quipped. Barrett’s eyes snapped to hers and
she saw something like anger flash through them, but the way Barrett bit his
lower lip after that made her think it might be lust, too.
“Down, girl, down,” he said, quietly. She was taken aback by
it actually, his quiet tone, and she wasn’t sure how to respond. She didn’t,
and Barrett, in the gap, took in her entire body with his eyes. Like the bead
of sweat the first time, Lila felt like his hands were in his gaze, like they
were all over her. She was so turned on she didn’t know what to do. The wetness
between her legs was spreading, and she could feel her nipples hardening under
her tight dress. She wanted to jump him right here.
“Do a shot with me?” The thought flitted through her mind
that maybe this gentle thing he was doing right now was just another tactic to
bed her, one he used on all the women he must have slept with. She wasn’t sure
how a cocky bastard like Barrett switched so suddenly, but it only served to
drive her crazier. She should say no, she should refuse the shot, she should
not drink with Barrett. She knew that the girls would all be shocked if she
said yes, because the smack had branded her as the only one to resist Barrett’s
charms, but—oh god, the last thing she wanted to do was resist. “Yeah,” a sly
grin overtook his face now, “you want to do a shot with me.” He turned away
from her to yell for Lucy.
She took him in—the back of his head, the hair shorn short
and close to the scalp, his muscular neck, his broad shoulders, the amazing
definition of his biceps, the soft curve of his lower back into the top of his
tiny shorts, the ass that strained underneath those.
“Lucy! Come down here and make me two shots!”
“Kind of busy, Barrett,” she called from the other end of
the bar.
“I’ll do it,” Lila snapped back into action. Barrett turned
to her again, looking a bit surprised that she had volunteered now. “What do
you want?” She stooped to duck under the bar and wondered if Barrett would look
at her ass.
“Four Horsemen,” he said to her as she straightened up on
the other side.
“Are you kidding me?”
“That’s what I want,” Barrett shrugged, not breaking eye
contact. A smirk, now. “What, too strong for you? I pegged you for a tougher
girl than that.” Lila scoffed at him and set to making them the shots. She
could feel Barrett watching her the whole time, and surprisingly, a calm set
in. She was flipping liquor bottles like she’d been born doing it, and the
shots were done to perfection in no time.
“There you go, whiskey on whiskey on whiskey on whiskey,”
Lila said, passing one across the bar to him. He took it from her and his
fingertips grazed hers, which sent a shiver up her spine and through her
collarbones. “What are we toasting to?” She joked to cover up her reaction.
“You and your big head?”
“Which big head are you referring to, the one on my
shoulders or the one in my pants?” Barrett retorted as he picked the shot glass
up. “No, let’s toast to you.” Barrett let the words hang in the air, stunning
Lila for a moment until she picked up her shot glass. They clinked theirs
together, glasses meeting, eyes meeting, and just as they started to toss them
back, Barrett added, “To you and the way your ass looks in that dress.” It was
too late for Lila to change her mind, and the alcohol burned down her throat in
celebration of those words. As it dripped into her stomach, Lila realized she
hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast that morning.
Whoops
, she thought. There was no turning back now.
Barrett leaned forward over the bar, so close to her, her
head started to spin a little bit. “So tell me, Lila.” She loved thinking about
her name making its way around his mouth. “Which one’s the real you?” Lila
looked at him, confused, and leaned forward an inch or two onto her elbows,
closing the gap between them even more.
“What do you mean?” she asked, since he wasn’t offering any
clarification.
“I mean, which one’s the real you? The one who smacks me or
the one who slobbers all over me with her eyes?”
“Can’t they be the same one?” Lila muttered. Her tone came
out so seductive it surprised even her. She held her poker face though, and
Barrett’s eyebrows flew up. He brought a finger up to his mouth and dragged it
across his lower lip slowly, looking at her the whole time.
“Let’s find out,” he said. Lila could see Lucy heading back
towards them from the other end of the bar. “Meet me in the women’s bathroom in
five minutes and we’ll put it to the test.”
Lucy was at Lila’s side now. “Still bothering her, Barrett?”
She put an arm around Lila’s shoulders.
“Who can say, Lucy? I know for a fact you’re still bothering
me.” He slid his stool back and turned around, and walked off in the direction
of the bathroom. After he’d gone, Lucy let go of Lila and started cleaning up.
“Ugh, that fucker. So it looks like the crowd is clearing up
and—“
“Lucy,” Lila broke in. She hadn’t taken her eyes off Barrett
as he strutted away, and she didn’t know what had come over her, but she knew
what her decision was. Maybe it was a bad one, but at that moment, Lila didn’t
care. “Can you do me a favor now?”
“Oh
no
,” Lucy groaned. She pulled away to look at
Lila’s face. “Wow, that took no time whatsoever. Well, I guess I can, you did
one for me earlier.” It was Lila’s turn to put a hand on Lucy’s shoulder.
“Can you take care of clean-up duties for me? Just for
tonight, I’ll tip you out, I’ll—“
“Save it, kid,” Lucy cut her off. “Go do whatever terrible
thing you’re going to go do and I’ll take care of the bar.”
“I owe you a million,” Lila said, almost in a trance as she
ducked under the bar and headed after Barrett.
“You don’t owe me anything!” Lucy called after her. “Trust
me, you’re making a decision that you’ll end up paying for more than enough!”
Lila heard her but didn’t register what Lucy was saying, couldn’t understand
anything outside of the one thing she knew was happening: she was going to meet
Barrett in the bathroom.
She pushed through the door and didn’t even have time to
look for him before his hands were around her waist, pulling her to him
roughly. She’d barely had time to realize that was happening before his mouth
was on hers, his tongue hot and coarse in her mouth, roving around, pushing against
hers. She gave over to it completely—what else could she do?
He backed her up against the door and she finally came to
enough to get her hands moving. She’d wanted to touch him so desperately, and
now she was. Her palms ran over his shoulders, the muscles in them tightening
under her touch, ran over his amazing pecs and brushed over his perfect, hard
nipples. Barrett’s hands found their way down to her ass, groping hard and
firm, as Lila slid her wrists up and around his neck, pulling his face more into
hers. Neither of them had broken for a breath yet.
Finally, Lila tried to pull away for air, but Barrett bit
her bottom lip and wouldn’t let her go until she came back to him, parted her
lips and flicked her tongue back into his mouth. With a sound somewhere between
a groan and a roar, Barrett butted his body up against her hard, and Lila could
feel him growing against his tiny shorts as he pressed up to her. His hands
were ravenous now, making their way from her ass to her hips to her breasts and
down her stomach, where they groped at the hem of her short dress and
eventually pushed past the clothing up to her panties, which were now sopping
wet.
At the touch of Barrett’s hands up her dress, Lila let out a
loud moan. It’d been so long since she’d been touched by another person there,
and for it to be Barrett, this annoying, amazing, gorgeous
man
—Lila’s
voice escaped her throat with a deep, guttural passion. Barrett’s mouth slid
down her chin to her throat, sucking the soft skin there, until he whispered against
it, “Let’s get into a stall.” The bathroom stalls were floor-to-ceiling, and
Lila’d never been so happy for whatever sliver of privacy they afforded them.
She nodded, still not able to form words, grabbed Barrett’s hand, and rushed
into the nearest one. Barrett locked the door behind him without turning
around, too busy licking from Lila’s ear to her collarbone to her sternum to
bother.
“Oh my god, Barrett,” she murmured, throwing her head back
and sliding a hand through his short hair.
“What, no nicknames yet?” She could feel him smirking
against her chest. Her nature took over and she shoved him back lightly,
teasingly, and a look of pure carnality flitted across his face. He lurched
forward and wrapped his big arms around her tightly, pinning her to him, both
of them sweating. “Go ahead,” he said, the heat of his breath blowing down on
her face. “Try and push me again.” Lila bucked against him lightly, smirking up
at him. He stared down at her with a lustful intensity, a half-smile. He
swooped down and kissed her ferociously, ravaging her mouth with his. “Come on,
is that the best you got?” he said into her lips. Lila bucked again, a little
harder this time. He was relentless in his hold.
“This isn’t a fair fight,” she breathed.
“I don’t like fair fights,” he retorted.
She leaned her face up to his and their tongues met again,
feverishly sliding against each other. Lila pushed deeper into his mouth,
harder, and she felt Barrett moan slightly. He loosened his grip on her
slightly, caught up in the moment, which is when Lila bucked hard and broke
free of his embrace. She grinned at him.
“Me neither,” she huffed.
Barrett started laughing, low and soft, with a tone that let
Lila know they were going to have fun together. “You’re something else,” he
said, not taking his eyes off hers. In a flash, Barrett had dipped to his knees
and had his face in Lila’s crotch, surprising her. Before she could get her
bearings, his hands pushed her dress up and ripped her panties to the floor.
She’d only just gotten her fingers in his hair when he spread her legs with his
big biceps and pushed her thighs onto his shoulders so he could lift her
completely up off the floor. For a moment, Lila was weightless and burning with
desire, and none of it felt real. Then her back found the wall as Barrett’s
hands found her hips and his tongue found her pussy, and Lila was alive and
real again.
Lila’s lungs were collapsing, or it felt like it, as
Barrett’s tongue explored her sex. She was nothing to him, sitting on his
shoulders—he’d picked her up like she was a twig, and he held her there the
same. He ran his tongue lightly along the lips of her pussy, tantalizingly
slow, and Lila tightened her grip on his head. Finally, he plunged deep inside
her, curling the end of his tongue and pulsing up and down enough to make Lila
cry out and pull his hair. Her hips rocked against his face as he continued to slip
his tongue in and out, and when he moaned slightly against her, the vibrations
shook her to her core.
“Barrett, Barrett, oh my god, Barrett.” She couldn’t stop
moaning his name. She knew he liked it, could feel him smiling into her as she
did it. He pulled away slightly and looked up at her.
“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered. She slid her hands
down to his face and wiped the corners of his mouth, bringing a couple of his
fingers up to her own lips.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. He held
the gaze and lowered his mouth back down to her, kissing her clit gently. She
tried to keep her eyes trained on his, but was having a hard time keeping them
from rolling back into her head. Waves were rushing over her, cresting down her
body and crashing at her hips, foaming in the center where Barrett’s mouth was.
He began slow, sensuous circles around her clit, and Lila couldn’t control
herself anymore. She began grinding harder into Barrett’s mouth, and Barrett
picked up the speed of his circles, and Lila’s pulse was racing, and her breath
was catching, and she didn’t know how much longer she’d last.
“Oh god,” she groaned, throwing her head back. “Oh my god.”
Barrett picked up on it and worked her faster with his
tongue. Her breath got shorter and her moans got louder, higher pitched.
Barrett’s hands were massaging her ass, his face was buried in her, and he was
loving every moment of Lila’s pleasure. She felt her abs clenching, her toes
curling, the light going hot in her eyelids and—with a gasp and a clipped moan,
Lila came hard and fast. She slumped a bit against the wall, lazily stroking
Barrett’s head. He slid his hands up and down her back, smiling up at her.
“That was so good,” she breathed, finally opening her eyes
and looking down at him. “That was so fucking good.” He cocked his eyebrow at
her, licking his lips. “It’s been so long,” she said, more to herself. She
shifted to try to get off Barrett’s shoulders, but he held onto her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked slyly, clamping
her down to his shoulders.
“Aren’t you going to put me down now?” She felt a bit shy.
Barrett gave her a wolf grin and began to stroke the inside of her thighs.
“I wasn’t done with you yet,” he purred. He dipped back down
to her, his tongue again parting her folds and pushing gently between them.
“Barrett,” she whispered, exhausted and turned on again all
at once.
“Mmhm?” he hummed into her pussy. Lila sighed and a hand of
hers fell back into his hair.
“I—“ Barrett pushed his tongue deeper as Lila tried to
answer. Torturously, he fucked her slowly with his tongue for a moment before
pulling out completely.
“What’s that, Lila? Did you want me to stop?”
That
bastard
, she thought, but she wanted him more the more he teased her. In
response, she put her hands on the back of his head and pushed him back into
her. She could play the game as well.
He plunged back into her, his hands coming up and over her
thighs this time, sliding across her stomach. His thumb found its way to her
clit, rubbing and sucking Lila straight back up into the heights. She was
really bucking against him now, but he barely swayed on his feet. She couldn’t
believe how strong he was, how good he was. She pulled at his hair, a little
harder this time, and he gave a grunt of satisfaction.
“You like that?” she managed to stutter through the intense
pleasure.
“Mmm,” he moaned into her, again sending the vibrations up
through her very core. She pulled a little harder, and Barrett responded by
speeding up his circles, bearing down into her. Lila felt herself peaking
again, that frenzy building in the pit of her stomach—she could hardly believe
it was happening again—and, shuddering, she came a second time. Barrett rode
out her orgasm, keeping his mouth on her, lapping softly as her climax eased
into a finish. Before Lila had time to catch her breath, Barrett slid her legs
off his shoulders and eased her down against him. He was sweating, whether it
was from the fight or the hook up, Lila couldn’t tell, but she was sweating now
too. He held her to him, arms wrapped gently around her lower back, hands
caressing her sides. She laid her forehead against his pectoral muscle, licking
gently at the glisten that covered it.
“Are we calling that one a tap out?” Barrett broke the
silence.
“I don’t think I was given much of a chance,” Lila sighed,
running her palms up his forearms to his biceps to his collarbones. “But then
again, that seems normal for you.” Barrett smirked at her, smacking her ass
lightly.
“Watch it, Lila, or I’ll put you in a chokehold.” He
laughed.
“I think I just put you in one,” she smoldered, bringing her
face up to his and kissing all over his jawline, his chin, his upper lip, all
still slick with her.
“I hope that’s not what my chokeholds feel like in the ring.
Really changes the way I’ve been looking at fighting.” He grinned into her
mouth as she kissed him. “How’d you get away from the bar?” he asked softly.
“Or did I just get you fired?”
She giggled. “Lucy owed me a favor.”
“Oh boy, bet she was happy about this being the favor.”
“Surprise, surprise,“ Lila joked, “she wasn’t.”
“Well,” Barrett kissed her full on the mouth. “That was fun,
but it’s almost my bedtime, so I’m going to head home.” He turned around and
opened the stall door so fast, Lila almost didn’t have time to pull down her
dress. As Barrett blew out of the stall, she grabbed her panties off the floor.
“Wait, seriously?” Lila gaped. Thankfully no one was in the
restroom, or an awkward scene would’ve ensued. Barrett stopped at the door and
turned to her, devilish grin on his face, eyebrow up.
“Yeah, I like to get a good night’s sleep after a match, and
you’re definitely not coming home with me, so…” he pushed the door open and
Lila just stood there, watching him strut out. The door slammed shut and she
laughed a little to herself, shocked at the whole turn of events, reeling from
the experience. She snapped to and popped back into a stall, wiped herself clean
and slid her underwear back on. She stepped out again and went to the sinks,
wetting a paper towel and dabbing at her face. She brushed through her hair
with her fingers, and slid it up into a messy bun. Looking at herself in the
mirror for a moment, she took in all the bizarre new details of the reflection:
flashy dress, heavier make-up, now the red swollen lips. She barely recognized
the woman in the mirror. Then, surprisingly, she broke out into a grin, then
laughter, which took off and spun out of her control until she was doubled
over, clutching at her stomach, tears forming in her eyes. She laughed and
laughed and laughed. Suddenly Lucy burst in.
“Oh my god, there you are,” she sighed, putting a hand on
her hip and remaining in the open door. Lila wiped her eyes and stood up
straight.
“Worried I was never coming back?” she smiled.
“No, I saw Barrett leave. I was worried he crushed you in
here and left you for dead.” Lucy stepped towards Lila and slapped her ass.
“Get back out there and help me clean up, instead of laughing like a crazy
person in here by yourself.” Lila couldn’t help herself. She started to giggle
again and threw herself into a big hug with Lucy, which caught the Ice Queen
off guard.
“Oh my god,” Lucy groaned into Lila’s hair, “gross. You
smell like sex.”