Her neck lolls to the side, her cheek pressed against the cold wall as I slip my fingers into her hot pussy and stroke that bundle of nerves. Her eyes pop open, and she covers her mouth with her hand.
“Tell me you’ll come by the bar and keep up appearances.” I don’t know how I get the words out as I work her pussy.
Her head whips back and slams against the wall. “Yes,” she calls out as softly as she can, given her current state, and I almost think it’s from getting off, but she’s not there yet. I pause my movements and she turns her head to look at me, her hands moving to my wrist with a desperate look on her face.
“Yes, what?” I ask her.
She swallows thickly and answers in a whisper, “I’ll stay with you-”
I cut her off with a demanding kiss before she says anything else and pump my fingers into her pussy. My palm goes flat against her clit, still over her panties that are pushed to the side. I’m ruthless and rough as she clings to me. She looks paralyzed as her mouth opens and closes and she desperately tries not to cry out.
The moment she comes, her body goes still, tensing as her pussy tightens and her breath hitches. I kiss her neck, still stroking my fingers against her front wall to make her pleasure last. It’s only when her body finally sags against the wall that I pull my fingers out of her.
I let her dress fall around her trembling thighs, but I’m not done with her. I didn’t intend to fuck her just yet, but the sight of her coming undone from my touch is making me go crazy.
I need her just as much as she needs me.
“I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re going to be quiet.” I stare into her eyes, willing her to agree. Her eyes dart to the entrance behind us as she licks her lips and her legs scissor. I know this turns her on just as much as it does me. She holds my gaze and then nods, her lips turning up into a devilish smile.
“A quickie?” she asks and it makes me laugh, low and rough.
“If that’s what you want to call it,” I tell her, reaching for my back pocket out of instinct.
It’s only then that I realize I don’t have a condom.
For a second, a split second, the idea of knocking her up comes to mind. Pretending it’s an accident. She says she can’t get pregnant, but fuck that, I can at least try my damnedest.
The thought of her swollen with my baby and tied to me only makes my dick harder. I don’t break eye contact as I unzip my pants and shove them down to fall around my ankles.
“Turn around,” I give her the command and she doesn’t object, still lost in the pleasure I gave her. I hike her dress up, letting my fingers trail along her soft skin and then pull her panties down. I don’t miss how damp they are from her getting off.
I take a moment to look at her tight ass and cup her pussy. She’s so hot and wet. So ready for me. She’s always ready for me.
Bracing a hand on the wall next to her, I push my dick between her folds, feeling her tight walls wrapping around my dick and pulling me in. Fuck. She feels like heaven. As I let my forehead fall to the back of her neck, groaning from how good she feels, her hand splays on top of mine and then grips me. I have to open my eyes and pull back to kiss her. But I’m struck by the expression on her face. It's a look of utter rapture.
I move slowly, deeper, filling her inch by inch. And the deeper I go, the more her lips part until they make a perfect “O” when I’m buried deep inside of her.
This is how she should always be. Lost in pleasure.
I don’t waste any time. We’ve already been gone too long for our absence to go unnoticed. I pull back slightly, just a few inches and then fuck her pussy so hard and rough that she cries out.
I’m quick to silence her, turning her head to me and pressing my lips to hers. I pull back, but leave my face close to hers, our warm breath combining and heating with the intensity I feel between us.
She moans my name as her head thrashes.
I slam my dick into her, all the way to the hilt, feeling her lush ass jiggle as I pump my hips over and over again. My breathing comes in frantically as I feel her tighten around my length. Yes! Come for me again. I need to feel her get off and watch her as she’s consumed with pleasure.
Leaning in closer to her, I whisper in her ear, “Give it to me,” and thrust into her again. Her body jolts against the wall as her face scrunches and her mouth parts with a small gasp. “Come for me,” I breathe against her slender neck, her body shuddering with a chill and then I bury myself deep inside of her.
Her eyes open as her pussy flutters and her fingernails dig into my hand. She lets out a silent scream, her head falling back against my shoulder as her orgasm rips through her.
It’s all I needed. I race for my own release, pistoning my hips and riding through her pleasure. A rough groan low in my throat leaves me as I pound into her tight pussy over and over until a wave of pleasure rocks through me, curling my toes and leaving me out of breath. My dick pulses as I shove myself as deep as I can inside of her, nearly picking her up off the floor.
She whimpers, and I open my eyes as thick spurts of cum fill her, but there’s only pleasure on her face.
I want to keep her, so I’ll give her what she wants. Something to tie her to me. She never told me what she wanted from this drunken deal. But I can give her something I know she’s after.
A baby.
Grace
It’s quiet in the area at work as I sit by myself, my head in the clouds. I’m peeling a tangerine, but not really paying any attention to it.
My mind is on Charlie. More specifically, on the deal we had. I fulfilled my end, playing Charlie’s pretty girlfriend. And Charlie…
Well, let’s just say that his end of the bargain was met when he made me orgasm three times in a row. A blush hits my cheeks just thinking about it. That man does things to me. I’ve completely fallen for him. Even though I know I shouldn’t have, I can’t bring myself to regret it.
A piece of the tangerine finds its way into my mouth as I stare absently at some poster on the wall.
So I guess that since we've both held up our ends of the bargain, it’s over even though he did ask me to stay a little longer for appearances. I don’t want to play games anymore, and that’s all this is to him. It’s fun and a good time. I agree with all that. But if that’s all this is, I need to salvage what’s left of my heart.
Showing up at the bar, waiting for him to call it quits is just torture. He’s just stringing me along. I sit back and sigh. I don’t want it to be over. I want anything but that, really. I want a commitment. I want more with him.
And that’s my fault.
Facing him and asking for more is only going to leave me alone and brokenhearted even sooner. So my choices are:
Rip that band aid off, asking for more and having him end it like I know he will.
I can play along for a little while, but that only makes me more pathetic and it’s only going to hurt that much worse.
As I stand up, rolling my eyes, I throw the peel of the tangerine in the trash and shove each section in one by one.
Sarah, my immediate boss, sticks her head in the break room. She’s redheaded like me and big-boned, but she always dresses like she’s on an Italian runway. In short, she’s gorgeous. Today she’s wearing a black boat neck dress that looks like it cost a million dollars from the way it flatters her frame.