Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 132: Intimidating
Claire’s POV 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
What an eventful day it had been! As I moved closer to the pub, I reflected on how many patients I had recommended not to drink in order to deal with their issues.
After guiding a soldier through the execution of multiple children, whether they were enemies or not, I needed to let go of a big emotional burden in some way. Before I came in this new city to begin a new career, I had a final interaction with this person.
It doesn’t matter.
I’d made a pit stop at my new house on the way to the Harley to acquire the power and snarl of the engine for a stress-relieving ride that would be excellent at this point. After a hard day of driving and only unloading the bare necessities, I was ready for some quiet time with just my two dogs and my belongings in my spacious Tahoe.
It was too crowded to park directly in front of the pub, so I parked a little further away and noticed another glossy black bike, similar to mine, already there. Compared to my gray one, I found this one to be wonderful. That wasn’t why I’d come, even if I had some doubts about whether the owner was as appealing as the bike. After a few beers and a good night’s sleep, I was good to go. The first thing I did upon entering the busy room was removed my helmet and run my hand through my thick brown hair. Looked around, nibbled on my pink lip, and was delighted when I found an empty seat right close to the bar.
Perfect.
As I made my way through the crowd of men and women, I had one purpose in mind. Although being observed in a military tavern was nothing new, the feeling permeated my body. During my time with the Navy, I was subjected to every possible pick-up line, but I avoided mixing work and pleasure whenever possible. I’ve had a few instances where I’ve acted on a hunch.
It was easier to do tasks away from the military base. Instead of rolling my eyes when I saw the man sitting next to me with a wistful gaze, I decided not to scoff. Matthew told me what he was drinking and I nodded when he said it was the same as what I had ordered. The fact that Matthew was simultaneously filling the glass in front of my new drinking companion and putting a new drink in front of me made me think that I would have to play catch up.
Not to worry about it.
As we sipped shot after drink, we casually discussed the base and the adjacent village. I felt a buzz as I studied him since he was obviously feeling it.
Under the black T-shirt and short black hair, his body was wonderfully formed and he appeared sexy. Before I could say "no," he leaned in for a closer look at me with his eyes sparkling and his confidence shining through. Although he was handsome, I didn’t find him sexually appealing.
I shook my head and gave him a menacing smile instead of giving him my name when he stared me straight in the eyes and demanded to know who I was. That night and this scenario didn’t need me giving away my name, so I didn’t have to. I observed as he leaned in and spoke proudly about becoming a Seal, even if something else was going on beneath the surface.
After placing another drink order and waiting for our food to arrive, I remembered to put down the laptop. Flirting continued while we took a break from our drinks, but we didn’t notice. As I stroked my thighs on the stool to relieve the strain on my clit, I realized that I was responding to his throaty tone and sultry gazes with mine. As he gave me a hooded stare and licked my lips, I stared at his face, my lace underwear getting drenched in the process. I could feel it in every cell of my body how captivated I was by this man’s seductive presence.
As we finished our burgers and shared one last drink, I felt his leg brush against my thigh. While we continued to stare at one another, I sipped my beverage to pass the time.
I had an epiphany that brought back memories of my father and brother Terrence, both of whom died in the line of duty while serving as Seals. When I looked down at the floor for a time, I was overcome with a sense of loss since they had both been so dedicated to their profession and so proud of it. Despite their best efforts, my mother and my four older brothers were resistant to the idea of me pursuing my dream of studying psychology.
Because I was familiar with the hardships that troops with PTSD were facing, I decided to focus on them. I was moved by the outpouring of love my family received from strangers during their time of need.
This man was neither my father nor my brother. I had to refocus my gaze on his eyes because I was drawn to him in the same way he was to me. "What’s wrong?" He was leaning in close and kissing me dangerously near when he asked me a question. I quickly hissed in response to the strong odor of alcohol on his breath.
"I’m fine," he said in my ear as he approached me and laid his lips on mine.
"Would you like to leave?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sure." He paid our bill and left a generous gratuity for the kind bartender before leading me out the door. I followed him as he made his way toward the far end of the parking lot after veering to the left. "Take a look at that bike." He said as he pointed at it "What a lovely bike."
"Thanks," I replied as he turned to stare at me in a state of shock.
"Yours?" Upon noticing my nod, I noticed him licking his lips as he walked up to me.
"You simply increased in sex appeal." By my hips, I pulled him closer to me and kissed him tenderly on the lips. In my opinion, relationships are a waste of time. A one-night stand was all that was required. He mumbled against my lips before claiming them once again and stroking his tongue against my lips.
I cradled my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. The moment our lips met, he placed his firm cock against me and slid me into my seat. The only sound we could hear was the rumble of passing cars, but other than that, it was dead quiet back here. During our encounter, I was entirely absorbed by his kisses as well as the sensation of his hands running up my sides and directly beneath my breasts.
Because it was obvious we wouldn’t be leaving the parking lot any time soon, I stood there and watched him pull away as he removed my tank top and slid down my black bra. He first squeezed me with his hands before lowering his mouth to my breast and sucking with his mouth and teeth.
The first thing I noticed when I took off his belt was how big he was without them. While considering our current location, he thrust his hips forward, making me briefly terrified. It was easy to be captured, but I closed my eyes and gave in to my longing as he slipped his hand between my legs.
His pants came down as I pushed them down his legs, and he slid me back onto the seat of my bike. His hands reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom while I lay there with my legs spread wide apart.
"Dude, you’re soaked to the bone." My clinging and pleading to be let into his body caught his attention. As he pushed himself deeper into my body, I let out a cry and felt his lips brush against mine. As my legs slid around his body, he thrust inside of me and firmly held my ass. "Honey, you look fantastic, but it’s so constricting." As he murmured lightly on my lips, I tried to hold back the cries that were threatening to erupt. As we made our way toward it, I felt a wet and welcome stirring in my body, the stirring of my release.
My knees locked around his as he pressed into me, and we both whimpered softly before I exploded against him in blazing wrath. I had a great time with this guy and the drinks, and I was tempted to get another round before I decided against it.
My body went limp as he settled inside of me, alerting me to his presence with a jerk and a moan. It was evident from the expression on his face in the dim light of the bulb above us that his grip on me was firm.. This is all the therapy I need. As soon as he opened his eyes, he spoke directly to me.
Before everything began tumbling down around me, he gave me a long, passionate kiss. As I rose to my feet and grabbed for my jeans, he stepped back. Having recently begun a new job, I couldn’t believe I had just had sex while riding my bike in a public parking lot. I’d temporarily forgotten that behavior like that isn’t proper for someone who works in the field of psychology.
"Please tell me your name." As his words had a skepticism to them, I shifted my bra and pulled my shirt back up over my body.
"It’s impossible for me." As I lifted my helmet off the handlebars and looked at my bicycle, my buzz had subsided. "Pleased to meet you in the evening. I’m forced to go" As soon as I caught a glimpse of his piercing blue eyes, I jumped into the driver’s seat and cranked the ignition. I longed for more time with this man, even though the night was over and I had to return to my duties.
