Free Man Candy by Jessica Ingro

wouldn’t waste any more time on him,” I told her my honest opinion.
    “You know what, Ben Harris? You. Are. Right. I’m too good for that ass.” She let out a hiccup followed by a little giggle, making me smile. She was so damn cute. I had to restrain myself from leaning over and kissing her right at that moment.
    “I’m never going to have an orgasm again,” she randomly announced a few minutes later, causing me to spit my beer out all over the table.
    “Um what?”
    She leaned in conspiratorially and mock whispered, “Scott was the only man who ever made me... you know... come.”
    “Are you being serious right now?” I croaked out past a dry throat. The thought of her coming was far too vivid in my mind. My body was reacting, hardening quickly at the very idea of the way I assumed her lips would part, her eyes would widen and her back would arch.
    “I do it myself sometimes, but it’s so much better when it’s someone else doing it. Like toe curling good. And now it’s gone,” she pouted.
    “You don’t think another man could get you off? That Scott was the only one with that type of talent?” I somehow managed to get out even though my mind was spinning with all the possibilities.
    “All the others couldn’t,” she said slowly and in an annoyed tone as if I was an idiot for even considering questioning her logic.
    I didn’t want to think about how many people made up the others . All I knew was I was primed and ready to be the one to show her what type of pleasure her body was capable of. Even if it meant putting my own gratification on hold.
    “Sweetheart, I would love nothing more right now than to take you upstairs and show you just how hard I can make you come. I would even venture a guess that you’d be coming more than once.” There was no way to sugarcoat my proposal. She was drunk and might regret this in the morning, but I wanted to taste her with a ferocity I had never experienced before and the more we talked about orgasms, the harder I was getting.
    “You... I...” she stammered. A blush crept up her neck and face while her mouth hung open like a dead fish.
    “You and I. That sounds like a fantastic idea.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her chair. “Tell me right now if this isn’t what you want. Say the word and we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.”
    Rissa swallowed hard and her eyes searched my face for several moments, but she didn’t say the word. Desire and anticipation swelled in my chest as I waited. My heart pounded like a drum. My skin felt taut. My body was harder than I ever remembered it being before. “Are you going to say the word?” My voice was deceptively calm when inside I was anything but.
    “I can’t,” she finally whispered.
    In that moment I wanted to roar in triumph— she wanted me too . Instead, keeping her hand locked in mine, I began leading us from the room as quickly as I could. We were five feet from the door when a woman stepped in front of us, causing Rissa to slam into my back after my abrupt stop.
    “I was just about to come looking for you. We were hoping to get some pictures of you on your throne,” the short, older woman said to me.
    “Now?”
    “Yes. We only have another hour left and I don’t want to miss our opportunity. You are the VIP after all,” she stressed making me feel a little shitty about the fact I had been shirking my responsibility to be visible in order to keep Rissa all to myself. Even the circling women hadn’t dared infiltrate the little bubble that surrounded us while we sat at our corner table talking.
    “Of course. I’ll be right over there.”
    The woman left us with a tight smile. I turned to Rissa and with my fingers under her chin, tipped her head up to me.
    “This shouldn’t take long,” I promised. There was no way in hell I was going to allow anything to come between getting this girl naked if I could help it.
    “I should really get back to my