Swipe for a Cosmo by Megan Wade
Jade
“Ishould probably go help my brother’s close,” Kellen murmurs, smiling down at me as the music cuts out and a disgruntled murmur repeats around the room. It’s time for all the patrons to go home.
And I’m a patron…
“Oh. Uh. Yeah, of course.” I step back and touch my forehead lightly, realizing that this surprising turn of events is now over, and far too soon, if you ask me. But beggars can’t be choosers, so I put the biggest smile on my face that I can muster and look up into Kellen’s moss-green eyes. “Thank you so much for dinner, the drinks, the dancing and…well, just thanks. I had a lot of fun.”
His dark brows bunch together as he reaches out to take my hand. “Oh no, sweetheart. Don’t think you’re goin’ anywhere just yet. I just have a few things I need to do and then I’ll be right back, OK? I’ll get you a drink and you can take a load off while you wait. That suit you?”
My smile answers for me before my words can, because of course extending this magical night suits me. What kind of crazy woman would I be if I didn’t stick this out until the very last moment and squeeze every last drop of hot, lusty joy out of my time with him? Sure, he might just be stepping in for my Tinder no-show, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make memories that’ll last a lifetime.
I press my teeth into my bottom lip to try to curb my smile somewhat, attempting to be just a little coy. “I suppose I can stick around a little longer,” I say. “Especially since you asked so nice and all.”
“I’m nothin’ if not a gentleman,” Kellen says with a wink before he tugs me closer, his big hands sliding around my waist and pulling me in before he dips his head and places a soft kiss on my forehead. I just want to melt at his feet. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Am I at least allowed to visit the ladies?”
He grins before making a big show about thinking it over. “I guess I can make an exception. Just don’t take too long or I’ll come looking.”
“In that case, I might just take my time,” I tease, waggling my brows as I head toward the bathrooms, passing a few drunken stragglers along the way.
The moment I get inside the small room lit with cute pink lighting, I let out a massive sigh filled with happiness and hopefulness because not only do I get a strong sense that I’m getting lucky tonight, I also have a feeling this guy is going to be mind blowing in the sack.
Dear lord of sexy times, please let it be so!
Just as I finish my prayer for my nether regions, my cell buzzes in my bag. When I pull it out, I realize I’ve missed more than a few messages from my roommate, Charity.
“Oh shit!” I say as soon as I see them. I was supposed to message her to let her know I’m OK.
I’m seriously about to call the cops to report you missing right now! the last one says on top of the stack of notifications on my lock screen.
I tap it quickly and reply back.
Me: So sorry! Night started off terribly, but it’s ended up being one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’m still at the bar and I’m hoping I won’t be back home until morning…
Charity: Thank fuck! I was having visions of you buried in the woods somewhere! Don’t scare a girl like that!!!
Me: I’m sorry! I really am. I’ll make it up to you by baking you a cake.
Charity: And I want details, too. Scaring your best friend means allllll the details.
I smile as I read her words, feeling guilty for not checking in, but also feeling loved that she cares enough to keep trying—not to mention relieved because she can be easily mollified by the lure of a decadent mocha cake, which is her favorite. I’ve got a great friend in Charity.
Me: You got it. Mocha cake with a side of ice cream and gossip.
Charity: Deal. Have fun tonight <3
Me: That’s the plan ;)
As I slide my cell back into my purse, a light tap on the door puts the smile right back on my face.
“Anyone in there with you?” Kellen’s deep rumbly voice asks from a slight crack in the door.
“It’s just me,” I respond, grinning even wider as he pushes the door open fully and steps inside. “I’ve barely been in here a minute.”
“And yet, here you are, standing there like you’re waiting for me to find you.” He slides his hands around my waist as he brushes his nose alongside mine.
“I was texting my roommate, if you must know. She was checking up on me.”
“Ahh. Good friend. Does that mean you want me to go?” He thumbs over his shoulder, then takes a step away from me. In response, my hand shoots out and grabs his belt buckle, my fingers dipping into the waist of his pants so he doesn’t get very far.
“I never said that,” I say, feeling hot and reckless and wanting. “Unless you want to…” I pull at my bottom lip with my teeth I as give his jeans a gentle tug. He growls.
“Only thing I came in here wanting to do is push you up against that counter right there and have myself a taste of what you’ve got hidden under that dress.”
I gasp at that thought. “I don’t…I don’t think anyone’s ever…” I can’t get the words out. I want it, but I’m also nervous. I’ve never had a man go down on me before.
“Then I’ll be the first.” Heat flashes behind his eyes as he walks me backward until we land against the vanity and he lifts me up, the ease of which he does it turning me on even more than I already am. Keeping his eyes on mine, he tugs my dress up to my knees, then places his warm hands against my thighs, fingers moving cautiously against my skin. “You want this, sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, nodding as nerves twist inside my belly while he lowers to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up even higher until he’s got a good view of my black lacey panties.
“These wet for me, darlin’?” He presses his fingers against my seam on the outside and his eyes flutter closed. “Fuck yeah, they are.”
“That feels ridiculously good,” I gasp, feeling like I’m about to combust just from a little external over the clothes petting. I’m so keyed up that I’m like to explode the moment his mouth meets my sex. Is there such a thing as premature ejaculation for women?
“I agree,” he murmurs, pressing a little harder as I breathe a little heavier. “I’m salivating at the thought of getting my mouth on you.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His eyes lift to mine, dancing and on fire—much like my nerve endings and my body—before he shifts his fingers to the waistband of my panties. “I had a feeling you were mine the moment you walked in this bar,” he rasps as he drags them down my legs and spreads me wide, licking his lips as his gaze lowers. “But now I’m certain.”
I want to respond. I want to question his words, ask him what he means by ‘mine’. But the moment his mouth hovers over my apex and his tongue flicks out to tease my clit, I don’t even have the letters of my name available to me, let alone enough words to string together a whole sentence. All I have the ability to do is make a long, drawn-out sound. “Ohhhhhhhh.”
He moans in response, swiping his tongue through my seam, probing my entrance before dragging it back up and circling my clit. My eyes turn in and my entire body shakes as he alternates his movement and pressure, teasing and tantalizing. Just as I think I might pass out from the pleasure, he puts all of his focus on my clit, swirling and sucking until a guttural groan escapes me and my head falls back and taps against the wall, my body arching and shuddering as my release flows out of me.
“Oh, God. Kellllllleeeennnnnn!”
My hips buck and his tongue keeps flicking, dragging every strain of my orgasm out of me until I feel like I’m about to fall on the floor in a heap of boneless flesh.
“You taste even better than I hoped,” he rasps as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh and gets to his feet, using my panties to wipe my juices off his face before he slides them into his pocket with a wink. “Trophy.”
I laugh, my mouth dry from all my moaning. Then I slide from off the counter, almost tumbling to the ground from the jelly in my knees.
“Whoa there, sweetheart. Can’t have my girl hurting herself before the big event.”
“Well, if it’s anything like that, I might not even survive it.”
Hooking a finger under my chin, he tilts my face up and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply and sharing my intimate flavor as his tongue strokes against mine. “Oh, you’ll survive just fine. Barely,” he teases, pressing a final kiss to the tip of my nose before he steps away.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
“The office. It’s where I’m supposed to be right now actually, but I couldn’t resist.” The way his eyes travel all over me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. “I’ll give you a minute to yourself.”
As he steps out the door, he pats the pocket where my panties are and gives me a devilish grin that has me turned on all over again. I spin around and look at my reflection in the mirror. I’m so flushed and grinning so hard that I have to give myself a pinch to make sure this is reality and not a dream, and even them, I’m still not convinced this is for real.
“Whatever you do,” I say to my reflection, “don’t wake up.
