Destined Havoc
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She placed her drink on the bar and slid it towards the bartender who nodded and began making her another. “Yeah, well today I couldn't give a shit about my hair or makeup. And that’s saying something because if you knew me, you’d know I normally spend hours on those. You know what, though? Today I realised what complete asses some people can be, and I just want to sit here and stew in my own misery.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “And drink. I want to fucking drink until I can’t remember his fucking name. And then tomorrow I might go around to his place and trash it and fuck his car up. That’ll serve the asshole right.” Again, she paused and then her face lit up and a wicked grin crossed it. “Fuck, and then I’ll send my brother over to finish the prick off. He won’t know what fucking hit him.” She raised her glass at me. “Cheers!” She lifted the glass to her lips and grinned at me before throwing another drink back.
I returned her smile. “Remind me to never piss you off.” Her hostility towards whoever had screwed her over turned me on. I wanted to help her fuck the asshole up. “What did he do?”
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she ran a hand through her long hair. “What they all do; he cheated on me.” She leant forward and pinned me with a hard stare. “Do all men cheat? Is it like an impulse they can’t control or something, because I gotta tell you, just about every guy I’ve dated has cheated on me.”
“You’re dating the wrong men, darlin’. I’ve never cheated, and never contemplated it. Sure, I don’t miss a beautiful woman when she walks past, but my dick stays firmly where it belongs.”
She assessed me for a few moments before leaning back away from me. “I actually believe you because there’s no reason for you to lie to me. But you’re fucking hot so I’m kinda struggling to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.”
“Just because a woman is up for it doesn’t mean a man has to go there.”
“Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I think only three of them didn’t cheat on me.”
“Like I said, you need to look for different men.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m swearing off men for awhile.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thoughts running through my head at her declaration. Fuck, she’d managed to pull me from my foul mood; something not many people could do. “You gonna try pussy for awhile, darlin’?”
Another drink had been placed in front of her and she was just taking a sip when I asked her that question. She almost spat it out. “Who’s to say I haven’t already tried it?” She shifted on her stool so she was facing me, and levelled a sexy grin on me, waiting for my comeback.
This conversation was just warming up and my day was taking a turn for the better. I hadn’t flirted with a woman in a long time; it was almost like the art of it was dying. The women I met simply threw themselves at me; there was no challenge anymore and I fucking missed it, missed the chase. I let my gaze drop to her lap and then slowly lifted it back up to her eyes before saying, “Nothing like the taste of a woman on your tongue is there?”
She didn’t miss a beat. “The only thing better is a man’s cum sliding down your throat while you’re lips are wrapped around his cock and you’re holding his balls in your hand.”
Jesus Fuck. She was a dirty bitch and my dick ached for that mouth of hers. I leant towards her, our faces close. Tracing her lips with my finger, I murmured, “Anytime you want to wrap these lips around my cock, you just say the word.”
She stared at me for a couple of moments in a trancelike state before finally smiling lazily and reminding me, “I’ve sworn off cock, remember?”
I laughed, and drank some of my scotch. “I remember, darlin’, but I’m not suggesting a long term thing here. I only want your mouth for one night.”
She raised her glass in the air before taking a sip of it and saying, “The night is young, Romeo. I’m not easy though; you want me, you have to work for me.”
“The name’s Havoc,” I informed her as the thrill of the chase kicked in at her words. If she wanted me to work for it, I was gonna fucking work her hard once I got it.
Frowning, she muttered, “You bikers have weird names sometimes. Where did you get that one from?”
Dark images flooded my mind; shit she didn’t need to know about and shit I didn’t want to think about. “Not going there with you,” I rumbled.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As the words left her mouth, someone pressed play on the jukebox in the corner and she turned to the sound of the music. “What the hell is this?” she asked, clearly perturbed at the choice.
“That is classic music. You don’t like the Eagles?”
Turning back to me, she answered, “I could do without them.” She jumped off her stool and muttered something about checking out what other music was on the jukebox as she stalked across the room towards it.
I watched her ass again and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation running through me. She would be mine tonight, and that pretty little mouth of hers would be sucking my dick while her hands worked their magic on my balls. No fucking way was she getting away with teasing me like that.
I returned her smile. “Remind me to never piss you off.” Her hostility towards whoever had screwed her over turned me on. I wanted to help her fuck the asshole up. “What did he do?”
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, and she ran a hand through her long hair. “What they all do; he cheated on me.” She leant forward and pinned me with a hard stare. “Do all men cheat? Is it like an impulse they can’t control or something, because I gotta tell you, just about every guy I’ve dated has cheated on me.”
“You’re dating the wrong men, darlin’. I’ve never cheated, and never contemplated it. Sure, I don’t miss a beautiful woman when she walks past, but my dick stays firmly where it belongs.”
She assessed me for a few moments before leaning back away from me. “I actually believe you because there’s no reason for you to lie to me. But you’re fucking hot so I’m kinda struggling to believe women don’t throw themselves at you.”
“Just because a woman is up for it doesn’t mean a man has to go there.”
“Out of all the relationships I’ve had, I think only three of them didn’t cheat on me.”
“Like I said, you need to look for different men.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m swearing off men for awhile.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the dirty thoughts running through my head at her declaration. Fuck, she’d managed to pull me from my foul mood; something not many people could do. “You gonna try pussy for awhile, darlin’?”
Another drink had been placed in front of her and she was just taking a sip when I asked her that question. She almost spat it out. “Who’s to say I haven’t already tried it?” She shifted on her stool so she was facing me, and levelled a sexy grin on me, waiting for my comeback.
This conversation was just warming up and my day was taking a turn for the better. I hadn’t flirted with a woman in a long time; it was almost like the art of it was dying. The women I met simply threw themselves at me; there was no challenge anymore and I fucking missed it, missed the chase. I let my gaze drop to her lap and then slowly lifted it back up to her eyes before saying, “Nothing like the taste of a woman on your tongue is there?”
She didn’t miss a beat. “The only thing better is a man’s cum sliding down your throat while you’re lips are wrapped around his cock and you’re holding his balls in your hand.”
Jesus Fuck. She was a dirty bitch and my dick ached for that mouth of hers. I leant towards her, our faces close. Tracing her lips with my finger, I murmured, “Anytime you want to wrap these lips around my cock, you just say the word.”
She stared at me for a couple of moments in a trancelike state before finally smiling lazily and reminding me, “I’ve sworn off cock, remember?”
I laughed, and drank some of my scotch. “I remember, darlin’, but I’m not suggesting a long term thing here. I only want your mouth for one night.”
She raised her glass in the air before taking a sip of it and saying, “The night is young, Romeo. I’m not easy though; you want me, you have to work for me.”
“The name’s Havoc,” I informed her as the thrill of the chase kicked in at her words. If she wanted me to work for it, I was gonna fucking work her hard once I got it.
Frowning, she muttered, “You bikers have weird names sometimes. Where did you get that one from?”
Dark images flooded my mind; shit she didn’t need to know about and shit I didn’t want to think about. “Not going there with you,” I rumbled.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” As the words left her mouth, someone pressed play on the jukebox in the corner and she turned to the sound of the music. “What the hell is this?” she asked, clearly perturbed at the choice.
“That is classic music. You don’t like the Eagles?”
Turning back to me, she answered, “I could do without them.” She jumped off her stool and muttered something about checking out what other music was on the jukebox as she stalked across the room towards it.
I watched her ass again and enjoyed the feeling of anticipation running through me. She would be mine tonight, and that pretty little mouth of hers would be sucking my dick while her hands worked their magic on my balls. No fucking way was she getting away with teasing me like that.
