Another Taste of Destiny

Another Taste of Destiny

Lea Barrymire

Joe’s marriage is on the rocks. His wife has even seen a lawyer. So it’s the worst possible time for a brassy hooker to walk into his life and send him reeling with lust. After a quick-and-dirty encounter in a men’s bathroom, Joe is hard pressed to think about anything but
her
. Destiny. His Destiny.

He has to see her again…and again. Will Destiny be the final nail in his marriage’s coffin? Or might giving in to his darkest, most depraved desires be the only way to save it?

Another Taste of Destiny

Lea Barrymire

Chapter One

“What the fuck?” The whisper escaped Joe’s lips before he could stop it. He watched the woman stroll through the doors into the Stone’s Throw Diner and was fascinated by what he saw. He’d seen hookers before when he’d driven through the city or on TV, but to see one up close and personal was disconcerting. She wasn’t truly beautiful, not in the Hollywood sense of the word, but she was pretty. At first glance he guessed her to be in her late twenties but she could easily have been closer to mid-thirties. Her outfit was telling—street corners and fast money were her game. A black lace bra peeked out from behind a torn bright-pink tank top, her ample breasts barely contained by the material. Brown curls hung to her waist, swinging with each roll of her hips. Her jean shorts were cut so short that he could almost see her pussy when she walked. Long tanned legs went on for miles before ending in fuck-me black heels. His cock stirred, hardening in his pants.

He worked his eyes back up to take in the whole package and was captured by the most piercing set of crystal-blue eyes he had ever seen. Now those babies were gorgeous. Her makeup was not subtle but it did enhance her looks. Dark lipstick seemed to match her long fingernails. Her eyes were lined with something dark, drawing every glance to them.

Realization hit when she started working her way to his table. He had been staring at her for minutes now and it seemed she’d noticed. He broke eye contact and looked back at his drink.
Fuck.
He was waiting for Patty and he was pretty sure she’d be pissed if she saw his reaction to the woman. He was painfully hard and wanted desperately to shift his dick so it wasn’t being pinched, but he didn’t want to draw attention to his pants or the uncomfortable bulge hidden in them.
Don’t look up and maybe she’ll walk on by
.

In his peripheral vision he saw a bright-pink tank top sidle up to him. He glanced up and was caught by those knowing eyes. She bent toward him, spilling more creamy flesh from her lacy undergarment. One red-tipped hand settled on the table, the other ran lightly from her ear down the soft curve of her neck and nestled in her cleavage. “Hey baby. You waitin’ for somebody?”

Her voice was sultry, a siren’s call to his blood.
Holy fuck.
He glanced toward the front of the diner. No one seemed to be watching them, which meant everyone was. He swallowed nervously. “Um…” His voice squeaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m waiting for my wife.”

“Mmm, married. Nice. How much time you got before she’s supposed to be here?” Joe watched the fingers that were resting between her breasts and wanted to be them. She had bent forward a bit farther as she spoke and he could see dark pink areolas peeking from the lace. He could tell her nipples would be large and the same color. She chuckled and his cock jumped in reaction. God, her voice was sinful. “You have enough time to sample the wares?”

His eyes widened in surprise and shot to hers. Their depths held amusement and a deep knowledge.
No
. He couldn’t do that to Patty. Their marriage was already on the rocks. He shouldn’t even be thinking about this woman, or talking to her, and definitely shouldn’t be staring at her tits. He shouldn’t be imagining how good they’d feel resting in his palms or wrapped around his aching cock. Deep inside, though, he wanted to take her up on the offer. He mentally tallied the cash in his wallet.
Fuck. What are you doing, man?

“I can see you’re thinking about it. I’m going to wander back that way.” She thumbed over her shoulder toward the restrooms. The movement pulled a breast far enough from the cup of lace that an erect nipple slid out, teasing him. “If you got the balls and a few minutes why don’t you let me take care of this for you?”

He watched in horrified fascination as the hand resting on the table moved to his crotch. He should stop her—he should be pissed that she would dare touch him. Instead he watched with bated breath as she slowly stroked his throbbing shaft through his jeans with her fingernails. A shiver of want went down his spine. He swallowed a moan and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he caught just a quick back view of the woman and almost came in his pants. Her shorts were cut so high that he could see full cheeks and a hint of shaved pink pussy.
Holy shit.
The knowledge that the entire diner would have seen shaved lips when she bent to talk to him was the topper on his
what-the-fuck
cake.

You can’t do this, Joe. You just can’t. What’s Patty going to think? You know she’s seen a lawyer. Do you really want to ruin your marriage for a tryst in the bathroom?
His head surely said no, but his body was shouting “yes” so loudly that his brain was overwhelmed. He told himself he was just going to see what she was doing, make sure she was okay, but his cock knew it was going to get serviced one way or the other and twitched in anticipation against the zipper.

He stood swiftly, not wanting to think about it any longer. If he thought about it he would talk himself out of it. With sure steps he walked down the hallway to the restrooms, then paused. Would she go into the women’s or the men’s? He didn’t think he could go into the women’s. He pushed open the door to the men’s bathroom and found her leaning against one of the sinks, watching another guy who was standing at a urinal. She was relaxed with a wicked, amused smile on her red lips. She turned that same smile on Joe when she heard the door shut. She ran her eyes up and down him, taking her time perusing him. Her smile slid into a knowing smirk when she reached his crotch.

“Come here, baby.” She crooked a finger at him. She didn’t wait for him to react before turning to the other man. “Okay, bubba. You been yanking one off for the last two minutes while checking out my tits. Either pay me a couple of bucks to keep staring at me ’til you finish or get out.”

Joe almost laughed. This woman took the cake. He watched the other man scramble to get his straining cock back in his pants. The man had blushed at her words, obviously thinking she hadn’t been paying attention to his self-ministrations. Once the other man had rushed out of the bathroom, she sauntered past Joe and flipped the lock on the door. She turned those eyes on him and walked back slowly.

“So whatcha want? If your wife is coming here we only got a few minutes, right?” She was chewing gum and it snapped tiny pops with each chew. When she was standing directly in front of him she reached out and traced his cock with a finger. She chuckled. “It won’t take long by the looks of things.”

“Shit. I can’t do this. I don’t know why I even came in here.” Joe turned to leave. He really couldn’t do this to his wife, his marriage. It wasn’t worth it.

He stopped when those red-tipped fingers wrapped around his arm.

“Come on, baby. We don’t have to have sex. I could give you a hand job. That ain’t cheating really. Or you could do what the other fella was doing. I can strip for you and you can yank one off.” She stroked her hand up and down his arm, enticingly close. He could smell her perfume and was mildly surprised that it wasn’t too strong. It was actually quite nice, musky and sexy. She leaned in to his body, pressing her breasts to his chest. “You know you want to. She’s never going to know about it.”

He closed his eyes and sealed his passage to hell. “How much?”

“Depends what you want,” she answered. She trailed a wandering hand down his back to cup his ass. “Five will get you a hand job, ten will get you a hand job with ball action. Fifteen if you want a little back-door peek. Twenty-five for a blow job. Fifty to take me from behind. Hundred if you want clothes off and me doing the work.”

While she talked she had been running her hands over his chest, stroking his nipples through his shirt. She flicked them with a fingernail before circling them again. She looked up and raised an eyebrow. Her wandering hands smoothed down his chest and curled around the top of his pants. “So what’s it gonna be, hon? Want me to get on my knees and take care of you?”

He closed his eyes and swallowed. Then swallowed again. It was either do it or leave. Without opening his eyes he reached down and undid his pants. The sound of his zipper echoing in the room cut through the last of his thoughts. He was already going to hell—he might as well enjoy it. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing there waiting for his instructions. He roughly pushed his jeans down to the middle of his thighs. “Suck me off.”

She glanced down at his cock and grinned. “Money first, baby. Then I’ll suck you down my throat and make you come so hard you’ll want to come back for more.”

He fumbled with his pants and finally had to almost pull them back up to get to his wallet. He grimaced when he spied the picture of him and Patty staring at him. He had gone too far, though. He needed this—needed to get off. Life had been stressful the last few days. His own attempt to lie to himself was disgusting. Guilt poured through him as he pulled out twenty-five bucks and handed the money to her. He watched as she folded the bills and stuffed them into her bra.

With practiced moves she removed a ragged beach towel from her bag and laid it on the ground. She gracefully knelt in front of him, then reached out to wrap one hand around his shaft. She gave him a little squeeze then glanced up, grinning with mischief.

“Come here, baby,” she crooned. She used his cock as a tether and tugged him gently toward her.

Her warm breath fanned across the head of his dick and goose bumps ran down his legs. He wasn’t going to last long and somehow that made this whole experience worse. He closed his eyes and shuffled a step closer to her. He felt warm, moist lips wrap around his cock and he swallowed a moan. He opened his eyes and the sight was almost too much. Red lips encircled him, sliding wetly up and down his shaft in tiny pulses. She wasn’t playing around—already he could feel his balls tightening. She used one hand to pull his hips closer to her mouth. The other wrapped around the base of his cock and started working in tandem with her lips. She slid up and down, slickly moving on his shaft. The first time she applied suction as she pulled back was enough to force a moan from his lips. She hollowed her cheeks and pulled her lips up along his rod. Before the downstroke she swiped her tongue along the ridge and dipped it into the slit at the top. He was sure she was tasting his pre-cum. The thought almost threw him over the edge.

She hummed in appreciation and the vibrations did something to him. His hips jerked, pushing his dick farther into her mouth. She chuckled and took him fast to the back of her throat. She paused then swallowed, allowing the head of his cock to slide past the muscles, into her throat for a moment.

He gasped. “Fuck.” He could feel his release coming. His cock hardened further. Shivers were working up his spine. He watched her through hooded eyes as she moved up and down his cock. Red lips sliding, cheeks hollowing and the pause at the end with a swallow. It only took a few more moments before he was ready to blow. He grabbed her head and growled, “Take me deep and swallow it all.”

She did as directed and swallowed his cock. She kept him deep in her mouth as he shot streams of cum down her throat. He tightened his hands in her hair and pumped his hips against her mouth. A groan vibrated in his chest as she swallowed repeatedly to keep up with him. The sensation prolonged his climax. His legs trembled with the strength of his release.

He relaxed his hold on her, unwinding long curls from his fists. He watched as she licked the last of his release from his softening member. She turned to dig through her bag and handed him a baby wipe. She laughed that sexy chuckle at his questioning look.

“You don’t want your wife finding lipstick on your cock.” She looked pointedly at the streaks of red coating his dick.

While he wiped himself off she walked to the sink and washed her hands, dug through her tote again and came up with a cosmetics bag. She reapplied her lipstick and fluffed her hair. She turned and winked. “If you ever want more, hon, I’m usually around here someplace.” With that she turned the lock on the door and walked out as if she hadn’t just given him the best blow job of his life.