Rescue the Barista
Page 4
* * *
Must. Not. Fuck. The. Mobster.
* * *
I should write it on a card to remind myself.
Chapter 10
Angelo
The little coffee shop has obviously been busy. She’s got her two helpers there. They’re busy clearing up, bussing trays into the kitchen out back. It’s a good sign. Jamie’s got the beginnings of a good little business here. She takes me to a table in the corner, farthest from the window. We sit in old, stuffed armchairs.
“Don’t want to be seen having coffee with the mobster?” I’m jerking her chain.
She says, “Mobsters don’t like to sit near windows though, right? In case a crew comes by to machine gun them?” Her face is deadpan. “ “The windows were expensive. I can’t afford to have them shot up.”
I pass her an envelope with the money in. As she takes it, she says, “I’ve been thinking about this. Can you make the loan fifty percent more?”
“I can. Of course I can, Jamie.”
“With the same terms?”
“Yes. But you’ve got to understand–”
“I understand. What I intend to do is to keep most of the extra part back. Use it to help cushion me for the repayments. Hold it for as long as I can, only use it when I have a bad week or an unexpected bill.”
“Seems smart,” I tell her. “I’ve known people do that and make it work. Most of them are mob guys, though.”
“Because an awful lot of the people who take your loans do it because they’re desperate, and they don’t think it through.”
“That’s right. So you said ‘most.’ What do you plan to do with the rest?”
“Marketing. Spread the word. Raise the takings. I’ve got competition coming. I need to be ready.”
“You’re really something.” I stretch a hand across the table. She pulls back. Sits up in her chair.
“I need to be clear about something, Angelo.” She looks me straight in the eye and I have such a boner I expect to hear it knock on the underside of the table. She tells me, “This is business. I think we both stirred up some feelings.” A tiny crack comes in her voice, “I’ve worked hard for this, Angelo, and I’ll need to work hard some more. I can’t have anything getting in the way.”
My hand is still out on the table, “I like that, Jamie. I admire your grit. I think you’re the woman for me. You won’t have to worry about your business. I’ll take care of you.”
“Then I’d be the mobster’s girl. A moll, do you still call them that?” Before I can answer she says, “Look, don’t think that isn’t exciting. I even love the sound of it. Just saying that. It’s a thrill. But it’s not for me. The idea of a man who’ll walk through a hail of bullets for me, yeah. I like that. But the reality? I’m not taking those risks, Angelo.”
Every word she says makes me want her more Makes me know that I need her. I have to have her. I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I have to make her mine. Forever.
“Okay. I understand,” I tell her. “I’ll have to see you later with the rest of the money,” I take out my phone. “I’m sending you my address. Can you be there at nine?”
Chapter 11
Angelo
My home is a perfect movie-star pad and it looks at its romantic and seductive best on a winter evening. The moon hangs fat and low over the hills out back. Wind stirs the bushes and the lights in the pool make it shimmer.
* * *
I have red wine open, perfectly aired in a crystal decanter. Soft music and low lights, all cued up and ready. Some tasty nibbles, all set out on the table, in the soft light by the patio doors. Vines hang from the pergola outside, spotlit and framing the pool.
* * *
She arrives, still in her work clothes. I guess she’s telling me how it’s meant to be. She wants to get straight to business.
* * *
“What’s the hurry? You had a long enough day. I’m here to make all your problems go away. Did you get straight with your supplier?”
* * *
“I did.”
* * *
“So. Relax a moment. Have a glass of wine.” I at least manage to steer her to the table. I pour wine into two big goblet glasses. Just an inch and a half in the bottom of the glass. It looks so good, she softens. A little. She raises a glass and says, “Thank you.”
* * *
“To good business,” I toast. She takes a sip. It’s a fantastic Barolo. I know she’s going to love it. She does savor the taste before she puts the glass down.
* * *
“Are you going to make me beg for the money?”
* * *
“I am going to make you beg. But, no, not for the money. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
* * *
“What, then? What will you make me beg for?”
* * *
“You’ll have to beg me to let you call me ‘Daddy.’ You’ll have to beg me to spank you, because you’ve been bad. Then, you’ll have to beg me to fuck your little brains out.”
* * *
She sighs. “None of that is going to happen.” She does smile, though. I wonder if she can feel how serious I am. The spark in her eye makes me think she does feel it. She presses her lips together as she shifts her weight.
* * *
I tell her, “No rush. The money’s in that envelope, out by the pool,” I draw her to the window. “Take it whenever you like.”
* * *
“I can go out and take it? Right now?”
* * *
“Of course.”
* * *
She looks at me a moment before she steps out to the side of the pool. I follow her. The envelope is on the edge of the pool, by the couch and the table. As she stoops to pick up the envelope and slip it into her pocket, she pauses. The patio is heated. It brings up the scent of lavender on the air.
* * *
She looks up to me. “I do want you to fuck me, Angelo.”
* * *
“I know.” I don’t move. I stand over her, holding my wineglass.
* * *
“I came here determined not to let that happen.” I can’t help smiling at that.
* * *
“Yeh. I know that, too.”
* * *
“But I do want it.” She stands. Close. I don’t move. She comes nearer.
* * *
“Are you really going to make me beg?”
* * *
“Yes.”
* * *
“Angelo, I want it. I want it really bad.” She leans up against me. Stretches up. Holds the back of my head to plant a kiss. I kiss her back, but I’m determined to restrain myself. That works. For about two seconds. I put the glass on a ledge, then I’m holding her. Pulling her to me. Kissing her. My tongue all over hers. Her body writhes and presses as she squeezes against me.
* * *
She breaks away, moving back a fraction of an inch. I feel her lips still almost touching mine as she says, “I want you to fuck me, Angelo.”
* * *
“I know.”
* * *
“Fuck me, you fucker.” She kisses me again. With force. “Fuck me!”
* * *
I feel an evil grin spread over my face as I tell her, “You know you’ve been bad.”
* * *
“I do. I’ve been bad.”
* * *
“Have you?” The light in her eyes is setting me on fire. My cock is so hard right now, it’s huge. My hands and my chest tingle. My pulse hammers. I only thought the begging and ‘Call me Daddy’ thing as a bit of extra spice. A game for some added fun. But I can tell she’s as hot for it as I am. I hit a button. I allow myself a congratulation. Instinct, Angelo.
* * *
“What does a bad girl get?”
* * *
“Fucked?”
* * *
“First?”
* * *
She hesitates. “Can I call you ‘Daddy’?”
; * * *
My grin deepens.
* * *
“Please?” her voice shakes. “Please let me call you ‘Daddy’, Angelo. Please.”
* * *
I make her wait. Then I nod.
* * *
“Daddy, will you fuck me, please?”
* * *
I lift an eyebrow and look into her face.
* * *
“Please, punish me Daddy. And then fuck me. Please.”
* * *
I sit on the couch. Point to my knee. I don’t know how long I can keep a straight face. She’s serious and having fun, too. I can feel it. Her scent is intoxicating me right now.
* * *
She bends. A spark dances in her eyes. She’s smiling-not-smiling. She leans across my thigh. She’s looking at the bulge in my pants. I give her a quick smack on her ass.
* * *
“Naughty. You can look, but don’t touch.”
* * *
“Can’t I suck it, Daddy?”
* * *
I lay my hand on the soft globe of her ass, right where I struck her. Heat still rises from the soft spot of flesh under her thin pants.
* * *
“I’ve been very bad, Daddy.” Her voice is soft.
* * *
I hold her ass, building her anticipation and mine. Then I make a swift, firm smack. She yelps. My hand stays in place. Her skin is even more sexy, hot and zinging from the slap. Heat rises from between her thighs, too.
* * *
I spank her. Hard. She squirms. Her gasps grow louder and more hoarse.
* * *
“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
* * *
I spank her a few more times for good measure.
* * *
“Slide out of your pants. I’m going to fuck you right here on this couch. Take off all of your clothes. I’m going to fuck you and fill you so hard. You are going to be totally mine.”
* * *
I undress down to my shorts while I watch her. I’m going mad with hunger for her as she peels herself out of those sexy shimmering pants. I have to kiss her while she unbuttons the black shirt.
* * *
“Oh, Daddy,” she moans into my mouth. Her flesh against mine is setting me on fire.
* * *
The round heft of her tits makes me wild. I’m holding them as she unhooks the black bra and slips it off. Bending down, I suck her hard nipples into my mouth. Turn and pull them while my hands follow the silky curves of her stomach, down to her hips and her mound.
* * *
When she slips the black panties down, I chase them with my mouth. Slip my hands up between her thighs. Grab her ass and lift her up. I lay her, spread out onto the couch. I want to keep up the discipline, but I have to eat her out. The scent of her is driving me nuts.
* * *
“Beg me to lick you.”
* * *
“Oh! Oh, fuck! Please. Please lick me. Suck on my clit.” Her eyes roll as she gazes into my face, approaching her, between her open thighs. “Please. Shove your tongue all over me. Slip it inside me as far as it will go. Yes. Please. Please lick me, Daddy!”
* * *
After I lick my way up her thighs, slapping her ass from time to time for extra encouragement, I reach her swollen muffin and I lick and suck, greedily. Her juices slather over my face, dripping off my chin and even running down my neck.
* * *
I lick and suck around her clit, then I slide my tongue inside her. Her hips buck and her stomach rolls. Her thighs clench around my head. Her pussy vibrates and clamps on my tongue. When she rises to the second climax, I drape her thighs over my shoulders, rise up and lift her hips, pulling her mouth into mine.
* * *
She cries out, “Daddy! Yes, Daddy, Yes!” and her juices pump.
* * *
Quickly I lay her on her back. Her face glows and her eyes implore me. “Will you fuck me now, Daddy? Please?”
* * *
“Beg me.” I push her thighs wide apart.
* * *
“Please, Daddy. Please fuck my little pussy. It’s weeping for you, Daddy.”
* * *
Slipping off my shorts, I start to lower myself onto her.
* * *
“Wait,” she says, her eyes wide, “What’s that? You can’t put that in me! That’s too big!”
* * *
I pull up her thighs to give her ass a few tasty whacks. “Quiet now. Bad girl.”
* * *
“Yes Daddy.”
* * *
I bash my cock on her mound, drag it up against her lips. Slide it along her channel, all the way until the cheeks of her ass clench around it. I want to see my huge cock wrapped between her tits but I can’t wait any longer to get inside her.
* * *
As I enter, I have to go slowly. When I engage at her entrance, her arms and legs tighten around me. I stay there , moving just a little, nudging, as she begs me for more and her hips roll up and down.
* * *
When I push in, there’s a strong resistance at first, then a ‘pop.’ Her face stretches and her jaw widens. Her feet scramble to push her up the couch. Her arms beat around me with every half inch I drive into her hot velvet wetness. Her walls pull and flutter on me and she moans, long and hard, panting, as I rock into her.
* * *
I push harder and harder. Her rhythm picks up and I have to concentrate to keep my beats a little slower than hers. Make her wait. Make her pull. Her fingernails claw at my back and sides.
* * *
I slide in and out like a steam hammer. Her fists and forearms beat on my shoulders. She crosses her legs behind my ass and shoves her little pussy along my cock. She shouts and bucks her hips.
* * *
The third time comes, she tells me she’s coming, “I’m coming, Daddy. Hold me tight, I’m starting to come now!” I can’t hold back any more.
She holds my head and the back of my neck. Her head cranes back and her mouth stretches wide. “Oh, yes. YES! Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.” Her thighs are wide, stretched apart to let me in. “Please. Don’t stop. Not yet!”
* * *
I keep going. My balls are packed tight. As she crests, I come. A fountain of hot, thick jizz blasts into her in one long bolt after another.
* * *
“Fuck me, Daddy. My fucking mobster Daddy, give it all to me!”
We lie, wet, hot, and panting, wrapped up in each other. For how long, I don’t know. First time in fuck knows how long, I’m not watching the time and I don’t care. I just don’t want this to end.
“I never imagined sex could be anything like that. It really was fucking amazing.”
* * *
I hold her close. “It was your first time.”
* * *
“Yes.”
* * *
“If I’d known… If, I would have – maybe I could have made it more special for you.”
* * *
She grabs my head. Pulls me to face her. “It couldn’t have been more special in any way. It was perfect, Angelo.”
* * *
“Think you might come back for seconds, then?”
* * *
She thinks for a moment. I know what the answer is going to be, although I can’t believe it. “No, Angelo. This has to be a one-time deal.”
* * *
“Seriously?”
* * *
She turns her body to me. Looks in my eyes. I see sadness and strength like I never saw in a woman before. Maybe not in anyone.
* * *
“I’m not going to spend my life with a mobster. Worrying about whether you’re going to get killed, worrying about whether I am, worrying about you getting arrested, or me being interrogated?” her face is streaked. “I’m just not going through that, Angelo. I’m so sorry.”