"I only had pumps"

And when he asks what she wants to talk to him about she feels like she's going to chicken out at the last minute... because the way he looks at her is burning and even though she knows he's manipulating her she can't help but think what if.

So she takes a sip of her drink with one hand and reaches for another glass with the other.

"I know what you're up to and I think I can help you." She pours him a bourbon and slides it across the counter towards him. He looks down warily and then his eyes go back to hers, this time a little narrower and a little cooler.

"Oh yeah? So what am I up to then?" He doesn't touch the glass.

So Beth puts her glass down and lays both palms down on the counter, arms wide, and leans over. "Do you do it because it's easier to make money, or do you do it because it's fun?"

He leans towards her and his face is only inches from hers. "What, you mean scarin' the shit out of desperate housewives?"

"I mean playing at having your own little gang." Her voice wavers a little but she presses on. "I bet you've got a masters in business and your parents are fucking anthropologists or something."

His left eyebrow twitches a little and he ducks his head to the side as if he's acknowledging the accuracy of the statement. "Art historian and investment banker, actually. But I commend you on your perception."

She can feel a rush of heat travel down her spine, and she shivers a little as their eyes lock.

And that's it that's the moment. That's the moment she realises she wants to fuck this guy and she doesn't even know his name.

It's the moment she realises she isn't even going to ask him his name because she doesn't care. She just really, really wants to see his face between her legs.

"You're wrong about college though."

"Oh yeah?"

"Nah, darlin'. I gotta have some secrets." Her eyes drift to his lips and they're twisted in a smirk. There's a vacuum of sound for the next thirty seconds, sucking up everything bar the light sound of their breath.

And then there's a crash as the bottle hits the floor after Beth brushes it aside and climbs, climbs onto the kitchen island and pushes him backwards until he's standing straight again and she's on her knees, her jeans doing nothing to cushion them against the hard timber. She looms over him and cradles his face in her hands for a moment, then grips his cheek and tilts his head back to examine his tattoo.

"Is it real? She asks.

"Why don't you find out?"

She licks it, slowly and leisurely, and he lets out a shuddering huff of air like she's thrown him off kilter. "I dunno I can't tell, maybe I need to try something else." She replaces her tongue with her thumb and leans closer, mouth next to his ear as she squeezes his neck with her hand. "Maybe I need to try and sweat it off."

The noise he makes is choked and sharp, and then he groans and rips her hand away from his neck and turns his head to the side until his lips are slanted across hers and his slick tongue is sliding across her teeth.

Beth cant remember the last time she was really kissed. Like fully made out with someone, the way her kids call 'eating each other' when they see someone doing it on the TV. What she's doing is definitely that. Oh my God is it that, his teeth bite down on her lower lip, before sucking on it. She gasps and grabs his shirt, and he grabs her by the waist and curls his arm around her back so she straightens up and is one again towering over him.

So she grabs his neck again and pulls him up until he's on tip toes, gasping as she tightens her grip. His grin turns wicked.

"My safe word is Hufflepuff," he manages to rasp out.

She lets go of his neck like his tattoo is a brand, but before she can back away he's lifted her off the island clumsily, her shins scraping on the edge. Then suddenly his lips are back on hers, open mouthed, breathy, hot as fuck kisses and suddenly she's back where she was a few moments ago, ready to fall as far into depravity as he will take her.

"Where are your kids?" He says it against her lips as he tugs on the waistband of her jeans and releases the top button.

"Asleep up... upstairs ohhhh." and that's the moment his fingers reach into her panties and he slides his middle finger quickly in a straight line, pressing firmly as he slides past her clit and pulls his hand out of her pants. He shoves her jeans to the floor.

"They light sleepers?" His lips are at her ear and he's lifting her back onto the counter. She's suddenly glad it's the island and not the cold marble by the sink and is briefly taken out of the moment.

She goes still and sucks in a breath, then fixes her eyes on a dent in the ceiling where a Champagne cork hit it a few Thanksgivings ago. "Oh my god, what am I doing?"

He pulls back and rests his hands on her thighs. "I dunno, the pearls on the door, the extended eye contact... the climbing over a bottle of bourbon to lick my neck... kinda seems like you wanna fuck me."

She keeps looking at the ceiling dent. "Holy shit I don't even know your name."

"You want me to tell you? Because it's -"

She puts her hand over his mouth. "Don't. Finish that sentence."

He bites her finger.

She closes her eyes and lets out a soft whimper, and that's the moment. That's really it. Not the one from before during their banter, it's this with his teeth digging into her finger and his hands pressing her thighs hard into the counter and she just thinks fuck it.

"Igglepiggle."

"What?" The word is muffled behind her hand.

"Safe word." She lets go of his face and slides her hand down his neck, then his chest, and finally to his pants where she grabs his belt and tugs him hard against her until his whole torso is pressed against hers. "And I'll get a notification on my phone if any of the kids walk into the hallway."

"You really wanna do this?" He trails his finger up her arm and across her collarbone, pulls aside her sweater, and bites down on her shoulder.

"Nobody's fucked me in five years, what do you think?" She lets some irritation slip in but he seems to brush it off. She shudders as he sucks lightly and lets go of her skin with a soft pop.

"Five years, huh? You still remember what goes where?"

"You're an asshole."

"What, like that's a surprise?" He pulls back and drags his tongue across his lower lip before slowly dropping to his knees and tugging her underwear aside. Beth shivers and has a moment of nervousness which disappears as soon as his tongue swipes up in one long lick.

"Jesus."

'Fuck lady when was the last time someone ate your pussy?"

She looks down and his face is contorted in an expression of disbelief. She frowns. "More than five years ago." There's more than a bit of sass in her tone.

They don't say a lot after that, she's already wet and he's more than happy to use that to his advantage, pressing a finger into her and flicking and sucking at her clit until she's clutching at his head and the edge of the counter... anything she can get a hold on. She shudders a few times, close to orgasm but not wanting to tip over the edge, and eventually grabs his chin and drags him up to her face, kissing him sloppily with way too much tongue. He gives it right back, pressing his mouth hard into hers and pressing a second finger into her, rubbing hard with his fingertips until she lets go of his mouth and tips her head back with her mouth open in a silent exclamation.

She's breathing heavily as she comes down and goes to grab at his belt but he grabs her wrists almost painfully. She shivers and makes a small noise in the back of her throat that she's never heard before "Nah, darlin' not this time."

He lets go, and grabs her hair close to her scalp, twisting it just a tiny bit and it makes her moan.

"Psychology," he says.

She's only half listening, distracted by the feel of his knuckles grinding into her scalp.

"What?"

"You were right about the post grad though." He bites his bottom lip, and lets go.

And then he leaves.

And she is still stuck on next time.

End.