Forbidden Desires

I wasn’t really expecting Sunday night to be busy like this, even though this is the most popular bar in town.

Coming here wasn’t my first idea, not since the hangover I woke up with after we went out on the town for my 40th a couple months ago…

But I must admit… they make an incredible espresso martini.

I let my attention wander around the room, observing the groups of people dotted across tabletops and tucked into booths.

“An old fashioned with… ah, yeah, Macallan would be gr-”

“Oh!”

I jump, turning as my frustration rises when someone bumps into my shoulder, sloshing half my martini onto the bar top.

I’m ready with a biting remark, but before I can open my mouth, the stranger speaks and–

“Sorry, apologies, I-”

He’s so handsome. The anger I felt before fizzles out and I feel my cheeks heat as he holds my stare, spilled drink forgotten when he grin and a dimple peeks out of his five o’clock shadow.

“No, it’s okay, it happens. It’s fine.”

I try not to think about how much I wanted that martini and shoot the handsome stranger a demure smile. I turn back to what’s left of my drink, ending the interaction as the bartender approaches him with the old fashioned he’d been ordering when he ran into me.

The plan was to have just one drink on the way home from dinner with a friend, to dull the Sunday Slump ahead of what I’m sure will be a stressful week…

“Hey, I uh- is this seat taken?”

I jump slightly, caught off guard when I turn to see the martini spiller is still there, expensive drink in one hand and a soft smile on his handsome face.

He’s young, I notice. Younger than his dark suit or drink choice would have you believe at first glance. But his suit’s tailored to the planes of his chest in a way I can’t help but appreciate as I turn my gaze toward him.

He’s staring at me, his expression open, patient and… a little amused.

“Looks empty to me. ”

My voice is flat, feigning disinterest, as I nod to the vacant seat next to me.

He grins at me as he swings his tall frame into the delicate bar stool. I smile back politely, but I’m more than a little confused about what he’s angling for.

“Well, I hope it’s alright with you if I change that, since I owe you a drink and all. ”

There’s something disarming about his lopsided grin. I can’t help but smile back.

“You don’t owe me a drink”

He leans closer, his gaze holding mine with so much intensity, that I can’t look away.

“But you’d like one, wouldn’t you?”

I open my mouth to speak but I’m at a loss for words. His boldness and that damn smile are just so unexpected… So I just nod and lift my martini to my lips, feigning a nonchalance I definitely don’t feel.

He watches me with an appreciative gleam in his eyes as I sip, then swallow my drink once… then twice, for a little extra steadiness.

“Espresso Martini?”

He lifts a finger, signaling the bartender, and when he does I notice an expensive watch. It matches the crisp navy of his suit flawlessly. He stands out in this place, that’s for sure.

Who is this guy?

“Thank you, yes. Another two of what? But you’d like one, wouldn’t you? she’s having please. ”

The bartender nods and walks away before I’ve even placed my glass back on the table, to try to refuse or even acknowledge the gesture.

He’s confident, that’s for sure. Normally I find that kind of thing a little off-putting. But there’s something about him that feels a little… warm.

I watch him for a moment, trying to decide if I want to be direct, maybe a little rude, or if I’ll try another tactic.

There’s no sense in wasting anyone’s time tonight. I’m too old for these games.

So I arch a brow as the bartender sets the martinis in front of my new companion, who promptly passes one to me.

“Thank you. Now, what can I do for you?”

“Well, at the moment, I’d just like you to share these drinks with me, and a bit of your time. ”

I smile as politely as I can manage while question marks roll around inside my head. He’s got to be joking, and I’m getting ready to say as much when he continues…

“I mean… a lady as lovely as yourself should never be left with an empty glass, right?”

“You’re not really flirting with a woman who is probably twice your age, are you?”

I’m flattered, actually. And the way he’s leaning into me, his cologne smells so good. But–

“Why not?”

He holds my gaze. He seems… so sure of himself. But there’s a softness to his features that makes me feel at ease, somehow.

His broad shoulders fill his suit out well, and a five o’clock shadow is faint but present across his throat as I take him in.

Short-cropped hair, styled neatly. No jewelry to be seen except for the watch. Full lips and the faint hint of a dimple in his chin.

He doesn’t shy away from my appraisal as I let my gaze fall to his hands, both holding the stem of his martini glass. The flash of platinum from his watch catches my eye again and my next question leaves my lips before I can stop it.

“How old are you?”

If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it as he holds my gaze, swallowing a mouthful of martini before he answers me.

“Old enough to know what I want. ”

“God help me, why is this working on me?”

He puts the glass to his lips but doesn’t take a sip. He’s watching me, while my eyes are locked on his lips.

“I’m 26.”

“Oh, honey, I’m too old for you.”

“Says who?”

“Look, I know from across the room you probably thought… well, I must have looked— ”

“Listen, thank you for the drink, but this isn’t going to work out.”

“I disagree.”

“You… what?”

“I disagree. In fact… I think this is going to work out really well. For both of us. ”

Why is he so charming? And why is this actually working on me?

“I’m old enough to be your mother.”

“But you’re not.”

“But I could be.”

“But you’re definitely not.”

“You’re persistent.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

I take another sip of my drink to hide the flash of heat that just flared across my face. I honestly can’t remember the last time a man called me beautiful.

“Thank you.”

Turning 40 has been… humbling. I’ve worked a long time to love who I am, even though sometimes it slips.

This… I don’t even know how to respond to some charming mid-20s guy flirting with me so brazenly, I—

“You’re blushing.”

“Maybe it’s just warm in here.”

“And you’re not wearing a ring… so you’re not married. And we’ve established that you’re definitely not my mother. Any other excuses you want to try? ”

Shit. What am I getting myself into?

“Fresh out of those, I think.”

“Good.”

He holds his glass out, clinking the rim against mine before raising the glass to his lips.

“Do you want to go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. ”

“Is that so?”

This can’t actually be happening. And even if it is, what he’s suggesting can’t actually happen… can it?

The excitement of being a little reckless and incredibly satisfied by those lips is too much to resist.

“If you come home with me, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Oh god, does that line actually work on women your age?”

“Never tried it. To be honest, this whole picking women up in bars thing isn’t really my style.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. But I just… couldn’t help myself… when I saw you.”

There’s something about the way he’s leaning into me, the way his eyes are lingering on mine… the slight curl of his lips… God, am I really falling for this?

He leans in a little closer, his lips just inches away from mine. He’s waiting… luring me to him.

“You’re thinking about it.”

“You don’t know that… I could be thinking about… Your job. What do you do for work?”

He pulls back a little.

Enough that the immediate need to have his lips all over me is temporarily absent.

“I’m a consultant.”

“A consultant? What field?”

“Data is my expertise. So I change fields based on who needs my services and can afford my rates.”

It’s interesting, but all I can think about are his thick forearms resting on the bar top, and the way his thumb slides over the surface of his glass.

I know I should get up and leave… but I can’t. This would be so much easier if he weren’t so fucking attractive.

“My job means that I’m incredibly good at analysis… compiling information about an expected outcome, projecting its likelihood, and making a decision based on that information. That kind of data analysis is applicable in most settings…. ”

His gaze lingers on my lips and the flush I can still feel in my cheeks deepens. As I watch him… watching me.

“Even in dark bars with gorgeous women, drinking espresso martinis and staring at me like she wants to devour me.”

He drinks me in like I’m something to savour, and his hot gaze falls from my lips to my collarbones, across my chest to the plunging neck of my dress.

“I’d let you, too. If you came home with me.”

I can see his hand tightening on his thigh, as if he’s resisting the urge to reach for me. His eyes move down my neckline, like he wants to trace it with his touch.

“I’m sure you have plenty of women who—”

“No, not like this. Not like you.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hand clench like it’s physically painful for him not to reach out and touch me.

God, I want him to touch me.

“Oh, really? How do you know?”

“Because I know what I want. And believe me… there’s nothing… no one… I’ve wanted quite this badly. ”

This can’t happen. He’s so young and this is just so…

“I’m too old for you. ”

It sounds like a flimsy reason even to my own ears. Feels like one too.

“This again?”

He leans in, so close that I can feel the heat radiating off his body..

“You’re not too old for me… and I think you want me to prove it.”

“Prove it?”

His grin goes from boyish to almost wolfish. He’s so close now that his lips brush my skin.

“Gorgeous… Let me show you.”

Fuck it. So what if I’ll regret it in the morning? If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I’m way more likely to regret the things I didn’t do.

And I don’t want to regret him.

“Where are you staying?””

“A hotel nearby. Come with me. I’ll call a car.”

Before I can even process what I just agreed to, he’s got his phone out and he’s typing a quick message before he pockets it again and stands.

“Come on, follow me”

He extends a hand, and I take it, letting him pull me to my feet as we walk together toward the door.

As the door shuts on the sound of the busy bar, I can feel a rush of anticipation, neatly tangling with the arousal that’s heating my blood.

By the time we get off the elevator at his floor, the tension between us is thick and palpable - and I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

His hand is slowly trailing down my back, toying with the zipper of my dress like he might just pull it down as we walk down the hall.

“This is us.”

We step inside the room and I only have a moment to notice it’s nice- really nice- before his hands are on me.

He pins me against the door and I arch into his touch as his lips meet mine.

I’m not small, but he makes me feel that way as his hands find my hips and he lifts me, my thighs spreading to wrap around his waist as we kiss.

I’m glad I picked a shorter dress. I love the feel of his hands touching bare skin… Just above my stockings and I should probably feel self-conscious, but I don’t.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

The rumble of his voice against my skin makes me shiver.

I can feel the thick length of his hard cock pressing against me, and it makes me even more eager.

“Oh my god…”

His hands on my ass grip tighter, encouraging my hips as I grind myself against him, pressing myself into his cock through our clothes.

He breaks our kiss, nipping and licking at my lip as he lifts me, turning to cross the room in a few long strides before he sets me down on the bed.

He’s standing over me, staring down at me on his bed.

Through my horny, desperate gaze, I swoon a little as he takes his suit jacket off, discarding it without breaking eye contact.

All modesty and nerves flee me as I hold his gaze and drop a hand between my thighs, dragging one fingertip up my center.

“Holy fuck, are you trying to kill me, baby? Such a tease.”

“Not teasing, you’re welcome to help yourself… or are you getting shy now?”

I enjoy challenging his boldness when he seems to hesitate. He watches me touch my wet pussy through my panties.

“I thought you wanted this… wanted me. Were you just all talk, or…? ”

“Come here… ”

He’s on me before I can think, the heat and weight of him pressing me into the mattress. Fuck… His hand moves between us and his fingertips trail over my thighs, stopping at the top of my stockings.

“Were you hoping your night would end like this?”

“No, I-”

“I don’t want to know. I don’t want to know what you hoped for, 'cause you’re here with me. Tonight, you’re mine. Only mine.”

He presses his fingers into me, teasing and toying with my clit through my panties, grinding his palm against me… his fingers teasing the edges of the panties before pulling them aside and sinking into me.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that”

“So wet for me… such a tease, pretending you didn’t want this.”

“Yeah…”

“But you can’t hide it now, not when I’ve got my fingers inside you… Do you like it like this? Ah, ah- don’t look away. Eyes on me, gorgeous.”

I can’t breathe, I can’t think about anything but the way his fingers feel… how they fill me as he fucks me with his hand, fingers curling against all the right places.

“I asked you a question. Do you like this? Do you want more?”

I nod, gasping as his palm grinds down on my swollen clit again.

“Say it. Tell me…”

“Yes, yes… I like it. So good. I want more.”

His grin is victorious and against my thigh, I can feel his cock twitch. Fuck, I want it inside me…

He keeps fucking me, slowly, and he takes the edge of my dress in his teeth, tugging down until my tits are free.

“Fuck baby, look at you…”

I follow his gaze to my peaked nipples and flushed skin. I’m writhing against his hand like a desperate teenager, but I can’t help it… what he does to me…

“So beautiful. Like you were made for me.”

“I feel empty and desperate as he pulls away. ”

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.”

He leans down and his mouth closes over my nipple, hot and wet and I -

As he teases and nips one nipple, I grasp for him, my fingers working the buttons of his shirt quickly until it falls open, and I can run my hand over his bare chest.

I reach down and unzip his pants, and feel the heat of his thighs… the rough, hard cord of muscle and bare skin as he places his knee between my legs.

I grind against him, desperate for his touch… but he’s reaching past me…

“What are you doing? ”

“Condom”

He holds up the foil packet with a smile as I continue to grind on his thigh, so needy and desperate to feel more of him.

All the doubts I had— they’re all gone and all I can feel is him. All I can think is how much I want him and this.

“Do you want to feel me, baby? Can I fill that pretty pussy and show you… just how much… I want you? ”

As he speaks, he looks down… drawing my attention to his thick hard cock, precum glistening across his tip.

“Yes, please. Yes, please fuck me.”

“I should make you wait. Like you made me wait at the bar. ‘Cause you thought I didn’t know what I wanted… but baby, I’ve never wanted anything more. I only want you. ”

He rolls the condom on, flexing his thigh between my legs as I press my hips up a little more.

He leans forward, kissing me hard as he nudges me with the tip of his cock, gentle and teasing for only a moment before…

“Oh, god… ”

His cock fills me in one smooth thrust and I cling to him, moaning and writhing into the kiss.

“Fuck. You feel so good. ”

“So hot, so wet… so needy for me, aren’t you? Is this what you wanted? ”

His words match the tempo of his hips as he grinds them into me…

He lifts his head, his gaze on mine as he thrusts into me, filling me up and erasing every doubt… every thought.

I cling to his shoulders, moaning and pleading with him to fuck me, not to stop…

“Yes, I want this. I want you. Don’t stop. ”

He feels so good…so right…and I can’t think beyond the perfect ache of him as he fucks and fills me.

“You look like a fucking goddess when you’re moaning for me. Keep going. So good, so perfect. How do I feel? ”

“So good… yeah, right there, like that…”

“That’s it, baby, I can feel you. I know you need it. I know. Come on. Cum for me. Cum all over this cock.”

I barely hear him over the roar of my blood in my ears as my orgasm builds, my body writhing against his, teasing and coaxing him to join me.

“With you. I want to come with you…”

“Fuck, yes, I know… I’m so close. I’m going to cum too… together, let’s… fuck. Yes… yes… let’s cum together, baby.”

“Yes, please, please… don’t stop.”

“Are you ready? I can’t hold back… I’m so close, I need to cum. Shit, I need you to… are you ready for me, baby?”

His hand between our bodies moves again, his fingers landing right where I need them as I—

“Shit, yes. Yes, yes. Oh my god! ”

His hands are everywhere as I slowly float back into my body… on my hair, my face… my hips…

“Oh god. What the hell? ”

“That, sweetheart, was fucking magic.”

“Definitely felt like it…”

“Good, because we’re only getting started. ”

“Oh yeah? You think so? ”

“Yeah, I do. ”

I roll over in bed and smell sex. I’m smiling before I’ve opened my eyes, but when I reach across the sheets, I find them empty.

He’s not here.

My heart sinks as I sit up, looking around the dim room…

I stand, stumbling out of bed and clutching my head as the room spins a little. I find my phone in my bag and switch off the blaring alarm.

There’s… a note. On his pillow.

I lean back on the bed, taking it in my hands and unfolding it.

“Had an early meeting downtown, here’s the address- meet me for coffee when you’re up?”

There’s a number scrawled below his neat, block print… but that isn’t what makes my pulse race. My mouth is dry and I feel like I’m going to throw up. The address on the card… it’s the address of my office.

Oh my god…