Porter , Anderson Ch. 04

It was Saturday night, and Blair was off from work for the first time in forever. She was planning on staying in and doing absolutely nothing. She’d just gotten out of the shower when she heard her phone buzzing in the other room. Towel wrapped around her, Blair picked it up. She smiled when she saw the name on the screen.

“Hi,” she answered. “I just got out of the shower. Should I bother getting dressed?”

“Oh, man, that’s tempting,” Porter replied. “But we’ve got other plans tonight.”

“We do?”

“Yeah, get dressed. I’m outside.” Blair walked to her window and peeked out the blinds. Sure enough, Porter’s car was in the lot downstairs.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“You’ll see.” Blair loudly exhaled.

“Well, I need to know what to wear!”

“Wear something hot,” Porter said. “And hurry!” And then he hung up.

Blair ran to her closet and rooted around until she pulled out her skimpiest dress. It was light blue velvet — snug, low-cut, and just barely long enough to cover her ass. Blair blasted her hair with the blow dryer and quickly threw on some mascara and lipstick. She hopped into black high heels, grabbed her purse, then headed downstairs.

Blair slid into Porter’s car and greeted him with a quick kiss. When she pulled away, Porter was staring at her, mouth agape.

“Not bad for ten minutes, right?” She asked with a smile. Porter still said nothing — just more silent staring.

“What?” Blair felt a flash of panic. “Is it too sexy?”

“Hon, there’s no such thing.” Porter shook his head. “Damn, you look hot.” Blair smiled. So did he. His dark hair was neatly gelled and combed back, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone, and whatever cologne Porter was wearing made him smell delicious.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going yet?”

“Nope,” he said, returning the grin. Porter drove off towards their unknown destination, and Blair had a million thoughts racing through her head.

They’d been doing whatever it was they were doing for over a month now, and they’d never actually gone out together. Was this a date? From the beginning, Blair had assumed their relationship was strictly fucking. But, as much as Blair tried to deny it, with every orgasm Porter gave her, she felt more feelings for him.

It took them almost an hour to get to their destination — it was in the city — but finally Porter pulled up outside a bar and lounge called Delia’s.

“I’ve been wanting to try this place,” Blair said as she got out of the car.

“I know,” Porter said, grabbing her hand and leading her inside. Delia’s was a cute, intimate bar with couches and arm chairs instead of booths and barstools. It was dark, with only dimly lit sconces on the walls. Jazzy music was blaring over the speakers. Every man’s head turned as Porter and Blair passed them. One locked eyes with Blair and mimed oral sex with his fingers and tongue. She moved closer to Porter.

“Every guy in here is looking at you like you’re dinner,” he said. Porter dropped Blair’s bonus veren siteler hand and wrapped a protective arm around her waist, flipping off the asshole who harassed her.

“There’s only one guy I want looking at me like that,” she replied. They reached a couch in the back corner, a reserved sign sitting on the small table.

“What can I get you?” A waitress appeared.

“We’ll take two tequilas on the rocks,” Porter replied. “And my lady’s definitely going to want some of those truffle fries.” The waitress smiled and nodded and walked away. Blair turned to Porter, a look of mild bewilderment on her face.

“What?” He asked. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t want the fries.”

“So I’m your lady?” She asked, her heart rate kicking up.

“Do you see another lady here with me?” He gave her a big smile, and Blair snuggled up against him on the couch. So that wasn’t exactly an answer about what they were, but this was most definitely a date.

The waitress brought their drinks and fries, and it wasn’t long before Blair and Porter were buzzed and feeling frisky. Porter’s hand was on her leg, taking full advantage of her short dress and the bar’s dark lighting. Blair kissed him, and the two started full-on making out on the couch. Porter stopped being sneaky and blatantly reached up Blair’s dress, rubbing her through her underwear. Blair was so intoxicated by their sexy surroundings and that damn cologne that she forgot they were in public. But when the waitress came back and replaced their empty glasses with full ones, Blair snapped out of it and pulled away from Porter.

“Thanks, sorry,” she said to the waitress, her face flushed. The waitress gave her a smile and an eyebrow raise. Blair took a gulp of her drink and she heard Porter chuckle.

“So is it safe to assume you’re enjoying yourself?” Porter asked.

“I am,” Blair replied, picking up a fry. “This was a nice surprise.”

“If I’m being honest, part of me just wanted to show you off.” Porter sipped his drink, his face turning more serious. “But I also wanted you to know that I don’t just think about you when I want to fuck. I like spending time with you, Anderson.” Blair felt her stomach drop, overwhelmed by the confirmation that this wasn’t just about sex.

“So does that mean we’re not fucking tonight?” Blair asked with a smirk.

“Well, wait a minute. I didn’t say that…” Suddenly, the music changed from background jazz to something more upbeat. Blair smiled at Porter.

“Dance with me.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the tiny dance floor. Blair threw her arms around Porter’s neck and his hands found her hips, pulling her tightly against him. Soon enough his hands had wandered to her ass, fingers reaching under the hem of her dress to touch some bare cheek.

“You’re naughty,” Blair whispered in his ear. She spun around so her back was against Porter’s chest and she started grinding on him. Porter had one hand on Blair’s waist, keeping her ass firmly pressed against his crotch, bedava bahis and another grabbing one of her tits. It wasn’t long before Blair could feel Porter getting hard.

“Come to the bathroom with me,” she told him. Blair led the way to one of the empty single bathrooms. The second the door was closed they attacked each other, their kisses sloppy with a lot of tongue. Porter had pulled up Blair’s dress so he could finally get a handful of her bare ass. Blair’s hands undid Porter’s pants — she pulled out his hard dick and began stroking him.

“Call me your lady again,” Blair said.

“Anderson, you are my lady,” he replied with a crooked smile. Porter closed his eyes and Blair got on her knees. She didn’t waste time licking or teasing — Blair leaned forward and took almost his whole dick in her mouth right away.

“Holy fuck,” Porter gasped out as Blair bobbed up and down. He gathered her hair into a ponytail and held on tightly as she sucked him. Blair had been managing to control her gag reflex, but when Porter took a step forward and forced his entire dick down her throat, she choked and had to pull back. A thick glob of saliva ran down her chin.

“Shit, sorry,” Porter said. He offered Blair a hand to help her stand back up.

“No, I want to try again,” she said. Blair moved back in position and took Porter in her mouth again. He moved his hips forward slowly, easing himself down her throat. Blair made a few more gagging sounds but she powered through and was able to deep-throat him. Porter’s hands were in her hair again and he was thrusting into her mouth at full speed.

“It’s so fucking hot when you choke on my dick,” he grunted, continuing to fuck her face. Blair was focusing on breathing through her nose, but she also couldn’t ignore the wetness between her legs. She was getting so turned on by being used this way.

“Hon, I’m gonna cum if we don’t stop,” Porter warned, slowing down his thrusts. Blair picked up her pace again to make it clear he was allowed to finish in her mouth. When she made a particularly loud gagging sound, Porter grunted and shot his load into Blair’s mouth.

Her natural reaction was to pull back, but Porter held her head against him as he came so Blair would swallow all of his cum. When he was done he pulled back and slumped against the door. Blair stood and wiped her mouth with a paper towel.

“That was fucking incredible,” Porter said, pulling Blair against him.

“Do you have another round in you?” Blair asked. “Your lady wants to get properly fucked.”

“My lady gets what she wants,” he replied, kissing her again. There was a knocking on the bathroom door, but it barely registered — Blair was on a mission. Whoever was on the other side would have to wait.

She started stroking his soft dick, trying to bring it back to life. Porter grabbed the straps on her dress and pushed them down her shoulders. He tugged the tight material down until Blair’s breasts were free. Porter’s hungry mouth went to work on her deneme bonus tits, and it wasn’t long before Blair felt him hardening up again in her hand.

“I swear, these tits could give a dead guy a boner,” Porter said. Blair reached under her dress and pulled down her thong to her ankles. Porter pushed her legs apart and slid his dick up and down her wet entrance.

“Stop teasing,” Blair whispered. Porter pushed her against the wall and shoved himself inside her in one quick movement. She yelled out, and Porter clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.

“We can’t get kicked out of here before you finish,” he warned, his thrusts quick but deep. Blair nodded, and Porter kept his hand pressed against her lips as he continued to fuck her.

Blair had already been so turned on from the blowjob, but the way Porter was overpowering her right now took it to a whole other level. Her tits were bouncing up and down and her ass made a rhythmic slapping sound as Porter drove into her against the wall. The angle allowed Porter’s dick to go deeper than ever before, and when he hit her g-spot Blair moaned loudly through his hand.

“I think I know what that means,” Porter grunted. He brought his fingers down to Blair’s clit and did what he does best — by this point, he knew exactly how to finish her off.

Blair held on to Porter and hooked a leg around him as she came, more muffled moaning coming from her mouth. He climaxed at almost the exact same time.

The two stood there panting for a few moments, still wrapped around each other. A loud banging on the bathroom door snapped them out of their haze. Blair suddenly remembered the previous knocking.

“Shit, we have to get out of here,” she said. Blair frantically pulled up her dress and shoved her breasts back into it. She cleaned herself up with a paper towel before putting the thong back in place. Porter had his pants back on and he peeked out the door.

“Coast is clear,” he whispered, waving Blair out. She squeezed out of the bathroom and hustled back to their table — Porter joined her thirty seconds later.

“Excuse me.” The couple looked up to see a manager standing in front of them. He addressed Porter. “We’ve had a few complaints that you and your companion were occupying the bathroom for quite a while.” Blair felt a pair of eyes on her, and she turned around to see the man who gestured at her earlier giving them the death glare. What an asshole.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Blair looked at Porter and reached for her purse, completely mortified. But Porter didn’t budge. He pulled out his wallet and fished out a hundred dollar bill — making sure his police badge was very visible to the manager as he did so. Porter folded the bill and tucked it into the man’s shirt pocket.

“Do we still have a problem?” Porter asked. The man blinked at him, dumbfounded.

“No! No, of course not, officer.” The manager put on a smile. “You two enjoy the rest of your evening.” When he was out of earshot, Blair loudly exhaled. Porter grabbed what remained of his drink and raised it in the narc’s direction. The man scowled and turned away.

“A hundred dollars,” Blair said, shaking her head. “That’s an expensive fuck.”

“Worth every penny, hon.”