Authors: Carol Swan
She could feel him moving closer to that volcanic eruption, and she was rippling with pleasure. Soon, she would explode and every ounce of her being would be overcome by ecstasy.
The passing joggers noticed the couple wrapped around each other in the tree line, fucking like no tomorrow. Jenna didn’t stop. In fact, the crowd’s presence turned her on even more. She was incredibly wet.
“Fuck me!” she cried, easily within earshot of the observant joggers.
He thrust up and reached her spot perfectly. As a wave of warmth burst inside of her, the world exploded with her ecstatic screams.
Looking back to the trail, she heard applause from the voyeurs.
The morning rush
exhausted
me. Annoyed customers shouting orders, the hot steam pouring from the coffee makers, the slippery floors. All in all, it was
not
one of my best days. I work at a small boutique coffee shop near the center of the city. Most mornings aren’t so bad. The bankers and investors who work in the area tend to be polite, as long as their coffee arrives on time. But unfortunately, today the other two baristas called in sick so I was the
only one
working. The lines got long, the bakers got peeved, a lot of yelling happened. Sigh.
As the crowds fizzle out, I am the only one left in the shop. I lean against the counter and take a deep breath. I allow my eyes to fall closed for a moment and I imagine myself far away from the coffee shop and far away from this minimum wage job. My eyes snap open at the sound of a throat clearing. “Miss?” An intensely masculine voice pulls my eyes upwards.
He is tall. Really tall. And muscled. His suit is very well tailored and I can tell that under his clothes he is toned. His tie matches his deep gray eyes. I blink and quickly put on a smile. “Hi! What can I get for you?”
He looks up at the menu questioningly. I don’t recognize him. I have a group of regulars who come in every morning, but he is not one of them. He is brand new. “Well, I’ve never been here before, so what do you recommend?”
“The caramel coffee is really good, probably my favorite.”
He smiles. “Great, then one regular coffee for me and one caramel coffee for you and I’d like you to come sit at that table and drink the coffee with me.”
“What?”
“Have a drink with me.” His smile is gorgeous; it lights up his face.
“I have to work,” I say, dumbfounded.
“I will personally pay for all business lost for the day. How much do you usually make in the day?” I tell him and he reaches into his pocket and begins to place hundred dollar bills on the counter. “Make the coffee. I’ll close up shop.” I go to make the coffee and he walks to the door and flips the “Open” sign so “Closed” faces the street. As he walks to the door, I take a quick peek at his butt. Of course, it’s amazing, and his fitted slacks show off his strong thighs and great ass perfectly. It is almost like he specifically buys his suits to display his body. Lucky for me.
I take the two cups and walk to the table where he is seated. I place the cup in front of him and sit down across from him.
“Do I get to know your name?” I ask before I take a sip of my coffee.
“Brian.” He pauses and looks directly into my eyes. I can feel my heart pound loudly in my chest. “And what is your name?”
“Jenna,” I reply. “I haven’t seen you here before. Usually the bankers all come here in the morning, but you’re new.”
“How do you know I’m a banker?”
I motion at him, at the perfectly fitted suit that I am sure has some fancy label attached to it. “You scream investment banker.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” His grin is infectious. Something about him suggests that he doesn’t take himself too seriously, a rarity in his business. “I’m the CEO of one of the investment banks in the area. You haven’t seen me around because usually my secretary picks up my coffee, but I gave her the morning off so she could attend her child’s school play. So here I am, fetching my own coffee.”
“That must have been a terribly inconvenient task for you,” I joke.
He shrugs and I become transfixed by the way his muscles bunch. “I do get a small consolation prize,” he says. “Coffee with a gorgeous barista.” I can feel the blush rise in my cheeks.
I look into my cup, my reflection in the glossy liquid shows everything but a gorgeous barista. Not to say I don’t look nice when I take the time to do my hair and makeup, but after the morning rush, I am anything but gorgeous. In fact, I am a sweaty, disheveled mess.
“How about we get out of here?” His voice draws me out of my self-deprecating thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Would you like to close up shop for the day and come back to my place?”
The twinkle in his eyes suggests that we are not going back to his place for a game of Scrabble. Oh no, I have a funny feeling that I will be a little too distracted to think about words or even a good strategy. “Sure,” I say, throwing caution to the wind. I quickly shut down all of the appliances and tidy up some. I work in the morning, so I can just come in early and clean up then.
We walk outside and I lock up. “Let’s go back to my apartment,” I say; for some reason I want to be on my turf for this. It is the first time I’ve taken anyone home, or even decided to have sex with a complete stranger. He takes my hand and hails a cab. We get in. His hand goes directly to my thigh and his fingers drift gently up. “I never do things like this.” I giggle nervously.
“Relax.” He smiles and gives my leg a squeeze. I wonder for a moment how he can simply skip out on work, but I figure he is the CEO, so he can do whatever he wants. Even close down a whole coffee shop for an afternoon.
We arrive in front of my apartment block and he pays the driver. He follows me up to my small apartment and for a moment, when he first enters, I am embarrassed. It is small and a bit cluttered. He opens his mouth and I brace for a stuck up comment, but instead he says, “This place is cute. It reminds me of my first apartment in the city.” I exhale, thrilled that he doesn’t seem to be as stuck up as some of the other investment bankers I have interacted with at the coffee shop.
“The bedroom is this way.” He follows me through the living room and to my bedroom. It is small but functional and I silently pat myself on the back for cleaning up a bit that morning before work. I open my mouth to say something, but before I can get the words out, he pulls me to him and I collide with his very solid chest. He presses his lips to mine and his tongue ravages my mouth. His hands move down my back and take hold of my ass.
My breasts are pressed up against his warm, hard chest. I resist the urge to rub myself against him. His hands massage my rear as his tongue dances with mine. I can feel his growing erection between us. He takes two steps forward and my knees hit the edge of my bed, causing me to sit down. His lips don’t leave mine as he lightly pushes me down to the bed.
His hands move up my body, leaving a trail of warmth and desire wherever they roam. He pulls my work shirt up over my head, exposing a lacy blue bra. His fingers go to my pants and he quickly unbuttons them and slides them down my legs.
Slowly, he moves back up my body, kissing my exposed skin as he does. He stops between my legs and runs a long finger down my underwear-covered slit. “You’re wet,” he whispers. I want to scream “Well, duh!” but I keep my mouth shut. He pushes the cloth aside and his fingers quickly find my clit and his tongue quickly follows.
His tongue quickly darts inside of me, tasting my wetness, and then moves to my clit. His fingers slide inside of me and curl upwards. He rubs a spot that makes me moan loudly. His tongue lashes against my clit relentlessly and his fingers help draw an orgasm from me. I can feel my inner walls clamp down on his fingers. He slowly takes his fingers out of my pussy as the spasms slow. He meets my eyes and slowly licks my juices off his fingers.
He unbuttons his shirt teasingly, exposing tiny bits of tanned skin with each button. He peals his shirt off his body and my mouth goes dry. He looks just as muscled as he felt. His skin is tan and there is a light spattering of hair across his chest and abs that lead down below his pants. I sit up and run my hands across his chest and arms. I can feel his muscles jump under my hands and I revel in the effect I have on him. He reaches his arms around me and quickly unsnaps my bra, allowing it to fall off my shoulders. I pull it off and toss it to the floor. His hands immediately go to my breasts, stroking and kneading.
With one hand he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. It is long, thick and deliciously hard. “Condom?” he questions. I point to my dresser and he reaches over me and opens the drawer. I watch as he pushes the protective barrier over himself. He rubs himself against my slit, getting the tip of his cock wet. I moan at the sensation. His hand continues to massage one of my breasts and I reach up and take hold of the other. He grins as he watches me play with my nipple.
He slides into me ever so slowly. Teasingly. He makes me feel every thick inch of him. His hands move to my hips and he pulls me closer to him until he is fully sheathed inside of me.
He almost pulls out completely before thrusting back into me. My legs wrap around his waist as I desperately try to keep him inside of me. He fucks me with reckless abandon, alternating between fast and slow thrusts. He reaches down to play with my clit but then backs off just as I am about to come. I moan in displeasure, annoyed at the loss of orgasm.
“Not just yet,” he says. “Be a good girl and wait.” I groan, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. His eyes meet mine and the desire in them leaves me breathless. He pumps into me again and this time his finger doesn’t leave my clit. He rubs circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves and leans forward so our chests are touching.
His lips catch mine and then he grinds his pelvis into me and allows me to fall over the precipice of desire. My inner muscles clench around his cock and his thrusting becomes erratic as he comes. Our heavy breathing fills the room as he lays over me, his cock still inside of me. He slowly pulls out as the aftershocks of my orgasm die down. He disposes of the condom, pulls me close to him, and covers both our bodies with the thin sheet.
“Why me?” I ask as we lay there. “Why did you do all of that at the coffee shop? Why did we do this?” I motion between us. “Not that I’m complaining,” I quickly amend.
He grins and pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “It was the way you looked with your eyes closed like that. When I walked in, you were leaning against the counter, your hair was a mess, but you looked so peaceful with your eyes closed like that. And so beautiful. And I knew that I had to have you.”
My bags are packed and they sit near the door. I check my phone, waiting for Brian to let me know that he has arrived. It finally dings and I check the message. “
Downstairs.
”
My heart
jumps
into my throat and I pick up my bag and head down the stairs. Brian takes my bag from me and gives me a kiss. He tosses the bag into the trunk and then opens the passenger’s side door open for me. I climb into the car and he gets into the driver’s side.
On the way to the lake house we chat about work. He explains his job and talks about his crazy clients. Spending time with him is always interesting and amusing. Ever since our first foray in my apartment, we have become practically
inseparable
. The conversation is great and the sex is mind blowing. And this weekend, Brian decided that he wants to take me to his lake house. I cleared my schedule
immediately
.
We arrive at the house Friday evening, just as the sun is setting. The bright oranges and pinks reflect against the water, creating the illusion of two sunsets. “That’s gorgeous,” I whisper as I slide out of the car. The lake is large and surrounded by trees. It looks like a forest starts on the other side of the water.
“And you haven’t even seen the house yet,” he teases. He puts his arm around my waist and guides me towards the house. It is hidden behind a grouping of tall trees. My mouth falls open as we approach it. The house is almost completely made from large glass paneling, which allows for a spectacular view of the lake from almost every room in the house. The lake curves around the house. The view from the front is slightly obscured by the trees, but from one side and the back, the view is unobstructed and breathtaking.
Brian guides me inside of the house and I am met with the smell of cooking meat. “My cook has dinner ready for us.” Brian leads me through the living room, to the dining room and we sit down. The table comfortably seats four. We are brought a small salad, followed by steak, followed by a dessert that looks too pretty to eat. But I eat it anyway, and it tastes amazing. Brian tells me that he has a staff of cooks and maids available for whenever the house is used. He says he tries to get out here as often as possible and I can see why. After spending so much time in the hustle and bustle of the city, I can imagine it would be nice to come out to the lake over a weekend, get away from the traffic. Maybe do a little fishing. Does Brian even fish?
“Do you go fishing?” I ask.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “I don’t have the patience for that. My brothers love it though.” That would make a lot of sense; Brian isn’t the sort of man who tolerates waiting for anything.