Sexy Domain

Sexcapade 6: Nice Boys

                    She watched him as his fingers ran over the rim of his whiskey glass and she knew from watching him for the last 15 minutes that it was his second one.  It was obvious that something was on his mind and she was itching to know what.  The guy was younger, easily pegged to be in his mid to late twenties, but his jet black hair and striking blue eyes made him a looker, so why the down face?  What was giving him so much trouble that he had to drown it away in drinks? 

                She took another sip of her wine, her drink of choice when she was crowd watching like this.  Finally, she had enough and stood up; Charlie, the bartender, lifted his brow at her but she waved him off.  She didn’t want to hear his thoughts at the moment, she had her own.  She took her wine and walked over to the sexy stranger.

                “Is this seat open?”  He glanced up at her and she knew that her leather skirt and black blouse allowed her to look a lot younger than her 33 years.

                “I believe it’s an open bar.”  His voice was a lot deeper than she thought it would be and she liked that.

                “You are right, it is.  But you also look like the type who wants to be left alone and I wanted to make sure that me being here didn’t bother you.”  He eyed her again before he slowly shook his head.

                “No, it won’t.  My mind is too far off to really notice anyone at the moment.”  With that, he lifted his glass and took another sip of his whiskey.

                “I can see that.”  He frowned as he looked at her.

                “How so?”  She pointed to his glass and gave him a small smile.

                “Whiskey is often a drink of choice to drown sorrows in.  It’s also a drink of choice to scream ‘leave me the f**k alone’ when one is drinking solo.”

                “And you know this how?”  She laughed as she played with her wine glass.

                “I make my living off watching people, let’s just say.  And your current body language is telling me you had something happen that isn’t sitting well with you.”  His fingers ran around the rim again as he watched her and she was okay with that.  She let her words sink in, she knew she could get him to talk; it was a skill she had acquired a long time ago. 

                “I’m Jacob.”

                “Nice to meet you Jacob, I’m Elizabeth, well Beth.”  She stuck her hand out and he took it, a small hint of the lips saying he was trying not to smile.

                “Pleasure.  So, Beth, why are you here exactly?”

                “I told you, my job is to people watch.  I make my lively hood off of watching, simple as that.”

                “What, like a hooker that seeks men out?”  She laughed before she took a sip of her wine.

                “Not by a long shot, no.  Nothing I do is illegal and I don’t go pounce on the broken hearted or anything, I just see what people want given their times of need.”  He wrinkled his brows and she knew he wouldn’t understand, but she wasn’t going to explain anymore.  “Why are you so down Jacob?”  He sighed before he took the final swig of his whiskey and then waved for Charlie to give him more.  But the bartender looked at her and she gave him a slight shake of her head.

                “I thought I could read females well enough, it seems I can’t.”

                “Oh?”  That had her curiosity peeked for sure.  Most men could do really well when reading females, no matter the type of games females played.

                “One of my best friends, her name is Page, I thought she was as into me as I was to her.  She would always flirt, always be touching me, and always confiding in me.  So, tonight I took the plunge and told her that I liked her a lot and asked her out.  She laughed, like a good old belly laugh and said she was sorry but she saw me as nothing more than a friend, that she could never see us dating, I was just too nice of a guy for her, that I couldn’t give her what she wanted.”  With that, he took the glass that was placed before him and took another drink, although it was a more watered down whiskey this time.  Beth eyed him and shook her head.

                “What bull s**t,” she said, causing Jacob to spit his drink out as he turned to look at her.

                “What do you mean?  I am a nice guy!”  Beth shook her head as she finished off her wine and pushed her glass away.

                “I’m sure you are.  Just like I’m sure Page is wanting not a bad boy in the light of someone who is a want to be thug so to speak, but a man who man handle her the way she wants.  What she doesn’t understand is that nice boys are the real bad boys you want.”  Jacob lifted a brow as he again looked her over, his drink making its way to his lips again.

                “And you would know that how?”  Beth shrugged, but her smile held everything.  She had said she was a people watcher and it was obvious she knew what she was talking about.  He wasn’t the first ‘nice guy’ she had talked to or even helped, she also doubted he would be the last. 

                “Just trust me Jacob.”  She tilted her head and made a show of looking over his 5’11 frame that was in a pair of denim jeans and a dark blue polo shirt that only made his eyes stand out more.  “You are everything she will want and it will be her loss in the end.  But you will find someone worthy of the ‘nice, but naughty boy’ title you have.”

                “I’m not naughty though, that isn’t my style.”  She stood up, her heels adding a good four inches to her 5’4 frame and his eyes followed the legs she was showcasing.  She rested her hand on his shoulder and her lips fell by his ear.

                “Yeah, you are, you just need to be shown what true naughtiness is.  Take a walk with me.”  She walked away, her heals clicking on the tile floor and she glanced over her shoulder, not surprised to see him following her.  She had seen so many men like him, good guys that just needed the right push.  She wasn’t a hooker, but she wasn’t above having a good time, and if they came out smiling, she was even happier.  At the end of the hallway she stopped before a closed door, making sure he was still behind her.  She smiled at him as she pushed the door open and walked inside, flicking the light on for him to see.  Her own eyes glanced over the crates of alcohol before they shifted back to him.

                “Store room?” he asked

                “Yes, I would gather.”

                “And what are you going to show me in here?” 

                “I told you Jacob, true naughtiness.”  She pulled herself up on a crate, crossing her legs in a very seductive pose.  “You think of naughty as rough, right?”

                “Isn’t it?”  She shook her head and her hair fell over her shoulder.

                “No.  Naughty is being different, being coy and seductive in places you shouldn’t be, it’s being brave in stepping outside the box.  It’s giving what your woman wants because hearing her cries of passion will only make you that much harder.”  She paused, opened her legs to show that nothing was on under her skirt.  “Kneel before me Jacob; I know you want to taste this pussy.”  She saw the battle in his eyes and she grinned all the more when she saw him give in and move between her legs. 

Every female wanted a bad boy, they thought bad boys could f**k them right.  What those females always failed to understand was that nice boys, nice boys were the king of f*****g, they would do what you wanted simply because you wanted it where as bad boys were into their own pleasure above anyone else’s.  Even nice boys didn’t understand that thought.  Most thought, like Jacob, that being bad was all about being rough; dealing with whips or chains, but that was the furthest thing from the truth.  And Beth had every intention of showing him that.

He looked up at her and she spread her thighs wider and he smirked, which for once she couldn’t read.  He threw her leg over his shoulder and before she could react or say anything, his tongue was buried deep in her p***y.  She cried out and dug her nails into his hair, tugging on it.  f**k, she wasn’t quite expecting that.  Maybe he had a clue and was only playing a game with her?

His tongue moved from her center up to her c**t and damn, she almost came undone.   Her head lifted up and her eyes locked with his and f**k did she see the glint.  He was more of a bad boy than he thought.  It was things like that that she wanted him to see.  He grinned, licking her a few times before he stopped and stood up, quickly undoing his pants and making her whimper from the loss.  Her mind struggled to compute what he wanted but his next words quickly sealed the deal.  His pants and boxers came down and he smirked.

“On your knees.”  f**k, that demand made her wet all over again and she anxiously complied.  She fell to her knees, her tongue already flicking against his head, catching the few drops that had slipped out.  She moaned as she looked up at him and then deep throated him, her hand massaging him through her throat.  His growl of both surprise and pleasure shot straight through her and she could feel her juices easing down her leg.  ‘Yes,’ she wanted to scream, ‘you are so much better than you think.’  But her mouth was distracted with tasting everything he had to offer, and holy s**t was it so good.  “God damn that mouth,” he told her as his hands buried in her hair and held it back.  Her eyes locked with his and he shook his head, pulling out of her mouth.  “I’m going to come and your mouth is not the place I want it to be.”

“Where then?” she asked as she stood up and wiped the corner of her mouth.

“Bend over that crate Beth.”  She did as she said and he lifted her skirt up, her ass on full display for him.  His hands ran over it before he squeezed it and she whimpered.  “Damn that is an ass baby!”

“What do you want to do with it?”

“Bite it and f**k it, but maybe later.”  His fingers ran over her p***y, the wetness only getting worse.  “Damn you are just so wet.”

“You caused that.”

“I’ll finish it too.”  Without warning, he grabbed her hips and pushed into her center, making her arch her back.  One hand held her tightly by the hips as the other moved up her covered back and around her throat, holding it lightly while he brought her up, his lips by her ear now.  “You feel f*****g unbelievable, squeezing me so tightly Elizabeth.  This p***y,” he said, pushing into her even more and harder now, “is the best I felt.”

“Believe me Jacob, that hard d**k is one of the best.”

“You like me f*****g you like this huh?”

“I do.  I also wanted it harder.”

“Your wish is my command.”  And there it was the golden rule for nice boys.  Why did females miss it?  And he did f**k her harder.  He released her throat so she could fall forward while both his hands grabbed her hips and he pushed into her harder.  “f*****g hell Beth!” he cried, feeling the wetness cover him and come down her thighs.

“Yes Jacob, just like that.”  Her hand reached down and rubbed her c**t, just to push her that much more over the edge.

“God damn baby, I can’t hold out.”

“Don’t Jacob, come with me, I’m so f*****g close.”  She cried out as she clenched him tightly and he groaned, shooting deep into her.  He wrapped his arms around her as he fell on her back, their breathing both hard.  “s**t!”

                “I’ve never done that!  That was insane,” he told her.  She took a couple of deep breaths and looked over her shoulder at him.

“That’s why nice boys are always so naughty.”  His brows wrinkled and she smirked.  “You f****d me harder, you did what I wanted because it turned me on and therefore turned you on.  Nice boys will always be the kings at f*****g because nice boys crave to give females whatever they want.”  He stood up and helped her up, a smile on his face.  “Remember that the next time a female says you’re too nice, Jacob.”  She fixed her skirt as he pulled his pants up.

“Going to tell me how you get paid to watch people so closely it seems?”

“Come back to my bar tomorrow and I’ll show you another side of nice boys.”