The Billionaire Barista

by Dakota Hart

  I paced around the large industrial space, painted bright white with our Outlaw Coffee logo in giant dark teal letters on the wall behind me, sacks of coffee beans in burlap bags lining the walls. I looked at my watch, she wasn’t late yet, even though it felt like she was. Maybe that’s because every minute felt like an hour to me that day, waiting for her.

  I wasn’t even nervous about the naked, well, semi-naked, photos. I knew she would do a great job, her work was stunning. I was just anxious about seeing her again.

  I decided to kill some time by sending Casey’s instagram profile to my sister, Lucy. I texted her the link, then spent a few minutes looking at her page myself, smiling at the pictures, resisting the urge to like all of them. I had followed her the first day we met and liked a few photos but I didn’t want to seem over anxious. I found one of her on the beach in Long Island, the wind whipping her honey colored hair across her face and I felt a hardness in my pants. Just then there was a loud bang on door and I nearly dropped my phone.

  I rushed up to the door, feeling slightly embarrassed and flushed. I opened the door to see Casey standing there, looking even more stunning than I could have expected. My already hard dick throbbed at the sight of her. I quickly put my phone away, fumbling for a second to get it into my pants.

  “Hey, good to see you!” I said, hoping she didn’t notice how flushed I was and that my dark pants would conceal my growing erection.

  “Same to you!” she said, going in for the hug. I put my arms around her shoulders, feeling her melt into me closely, her soft breasts against my chest, my dick straining against my pants. Then suddenly, I felt the rest of her come in close, her body rubbing against my body - and my crotch. My manhood was instantly rock hard and pulsing from the touch. I quickly jumped back from the hug, my face getting even redder as I realized she definitely felt my erection. She looked at me playfully though, like she was flattered. She didn’t say anything about it, just

  “Wow, this warehouse is amazing, I love the design.”

  “Thanks, this way” I said, feeling a rush that she had complimented my business. I lead her through the reception area to the bags of coffee beans leaning against the wall.

  “I was thinking maybe we could shoot on these, you know, sitting on the bags. But obviously you’re the artist, so whatever you think is good.” I said, smiling.

  Chapter 7: Casey

  “That’s actually a great idea, that will look so cool, I love it! Can you help me get the lights from my car?” I said, admiring his stunning face again and thinking that my followers were going to love this guy. But not as much as I do.

  But, as we were heading out to my car, I was starting to get worried. I had felt something stirring in his pants when I hugged him, which was…exciting. On the other hand, he’d seemed flushed and weird, fumbling with his phone when I got here. Was that for someone else? Someone he was texting?

  I figured I was probably just paranoid after what happened with Kyle, and I should just focus on this photoshoot and let the rest of happen naturally. If Aiden was as into me as I was into him, he’d let me know. I just really hoped he was, because when I touched him I felt electricity and I didn’t want to let that go anytime soon.

  We reached my car and he grabbed all the bags of equipment before I even had a chance, carrying the heavy bags like they were made of feathers. I smiled at him walking away, you had to admire a guy who was built like that.

  ————

  About an hour later we were all set up, I’d done light tests and I was ready to start shooting. The warehouse space we were in was gorgeous and modern, and smelled delicious. I wondered if the owner of Outlaw Coffee knew what was happening in his warehouse.

  “Are we okay, like, no one is gonna come in while we’re here, right?” I asked, as it was almost time for him to strip down.

  He smiled at me, winked and promptly took off his shirt.

  “No,” he said, moving til he was a few inches from me “we’re totally alone.”

  Was it getting really hot under these lights? Or was it just the sight of his perfectly sculpted abs and broad, flexing shoulders, merely inches from my body that wanted him inside me so badly.

  I knew I had to focus though, this was my job.

  I’m a professional photographer, I had seen plenty of beautiful bodies in my time, he was nothing special. That’s what I kept trying to tell myself, but every fiber of my being was screaming that he was everything I wanted and needed.

  “Great, let’s get started then, come this way.” I said, trying to put some space between us and give myself a chance to cool off. I walked over to the coffee sacks and arranged a few of them into a good position for sitting. Sometimes the best way to show a model how to move is to sit in the exact position you want them to be in yourself, and let them try to mimic it, so I sat on top of the bags, positioning my legs and arms the way I wanted him to pose. He was standing a few feet away, looking at me critically, trying to remember the positioning. I had my legs over the sides of the bags and decided to open them wide to show him one of the poses. I felt a cold breeze come up between my legs and saw his face change from critical interest to pure lust.

  It was at this moment I remembered, I didn’t have any panties on.

  Chapter 8: Aiden

  I knew it was a bold move to take my shirt off in front of Casey like that, but I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to show her how I felt, how much I wanted and needed her. I was trying to do this photoshoot for her, but all I could think about was how sexy she was. It was distracting, and I had hoped that removing my shirt would have the same affect on her.

  I thought for a moment that it hadn’t, since she immediately got to work showing me the poses. But then, suddenly, here she was, sitting on a sack of beans in my warehouse, her legs spread wide and her gorgeous mound visible to my lustful eyes.

  I knew then I couldn’t wait. Not til after dinner, or the photoshoot, or anything. I had to taste her, had to feel her sweet folds roll across my tongue and lap up her juices like the starving man that I was, desperate for her nectar.

  I wasted to no time, as soon as I saw her face turn from business to sex I rushed up to her and kissed her hard, pushing her body up against the wall, grinding my hard erection into her through my jeans. She moaned into my kisses, burying her hands in my hair and sliding her swift tongue into my mouth. It was magnetic, my pull to her, my desire, my need.

  I ran my hands up her smooth legs, pushing her sundress up so it was above her hips, exposing her creamy thighs and glistening lips to my eager eyes. I slid one hand down her thigh softly, the anticipation being more than I thought I could bear. Finally I reached her pussy lips, dipping my hand inside and feeling with a tremor of excitement the wetness waiting for me, calling my name.

  She ran her hands over my exposed back, sending shivers up my spine. She was so sexy, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I kissed down her neck, pausing to suck on her skin for a moment, making her groan loudly. That was definitely going to leave a mark.

  I had to taste her, I wasn’t going to wait. I ran my hands down her body again, pushing her legs apart further to make room and then I knelt down on the floor, getting down on my knees on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse, watching her eyes go wide when she realized what I was about to do. I pushed my head between her legs, smelling her musky scent. It was so sweet, I bet she tastes even better.

  I began kissing her inner thighs gently, working my way towards her heat, she made these adorable little sighs of pleasure as I did it. Finally, I arrive at her beautiful pussy, dripping and soft, waiting for me. I felt like I had been dreaming of this moment since I first laid eyes on Casey in the coffee shop. I reached my tongue out to taste her and felt her legs shake around me.

  Chapter 9: Casey

  I don’t know what happened exactly, one minute I was showing Aiden some poses, trying to ignore how damn sexy he looked with his shirt off, and the next moment his tongue was buried deep inside my
folds, sending me into waves of ecstasy with every movement.

  I hadn’t necessarily meant to initiate this, I wasn’t trying to flash him, in fact I had almost forgotten that I wasn’t wearing panties. But I also wasn’t totally surprised this had happened, it was certainly what I’d been hoping would happen since we first met. I was pushed up against the concrete wall, feeling it’s coldness through my dress, which was pushed up nearly to my waist. His dark head was bobbing up and down between my legs, one of my hands buried in his thick hair, the other grasping desperately onto a coffee bag to stay stable as my body shook from the sensations.

  All my energy was focused on the feeling of him, his tongue darting in and out of my canal, filling me with. He probed my tunnel with his tongue over and over, running his hands up and down my thighs, making my shiver. Aiden was worshipping my pussy, tasting my juices with the vigor of a starving man.

  I rocked back and forth, pushing myself down further onto his face, desperate to feel as much of Aiden inside my body as I could. It was staggering, overwhelming. I had never felt like this before, with any man. He was an incredible lover, he knew just how to hit all my buttons and push every pleasure circuit. But it wasn’t just that, that electric chemistry I felt when I looked at him, it was magnified a million times over when he was giving me pleasure.

  I felt the beginnings of my orgasming radiating from my drenched pussy, I started to moan louder and whisper Aiden’s name. He took that as his cue to up his game, bringing his hands up to my opening, and pushing the lips wide to plunge his tongue deeper inside. I screamed when he did this, as I felt my orgasm come thundering down, hitting me with an ecstasy I had never known before.

  As I was orgasming, screaming his name into the warehouse walls which echoed it back at me, he started to rub my clit, hard and fast. I was startled by the change of pace from his tongue inside me, and it blew my mind, it was like sparks of fire were on my skin, my body turned to molten lava. I came again within moments, so hard it was almost an out of body experience. I felt like I was floating on clouds, I think I even saw stars in front of my eyes for a moment.

  After he heard my screams settle down from that orgasm, Aiden gently extracted himself from my folds, placing gentle kisses along my inner thighs. He finally stopped, and sat on the floor in front of me, looking up at me with a lusty grin on his face. He looked for all the world like a cat that had just caught the best mouse.

  Chapter 10: Aiden

  Casey looked wrecked. In the best possible way. Her dress and bra strap were hanging off one shoulder, the skirt crumpled up around her exposed legs and still-engorged pussy. Her hair was a mess of chaotic sex hair, her cheeks flushed and bright and her eyes were mostly closed as she recovered from her monster orgasms.

  I smiled at her, loving the sight of her beautiful body ravaged by my ministrations. I had always loved eating pussy, it was such a delight to feel a woman’s body shake under me, to tease her orgasm out. Casey though, she was something else. Feeling her legs around me, tasting her sweet softness, it was more than I was expecting to feel. She did something to me, to my cock and my heart, she drove me wild.

  I still wasn’t sure where I wanted this to go so I decided that was all the sex we’d be having. At least until after dinner.

  I hopped up and jetted off to the bathroom where I assessed myself - I looked pretty damn chaotic myself. But I was having a good time, I loved her musty smell all over me. Still, I cleaned myself up, washing off my face and cleaning up my hair til I looked presentable again. Camera ready, even.

  I walked back into the main part of the warehouse to see Casey trying to straighten herself up on very wobbly legs. I smiled wickedly, it felt so good to know I did that. I walked up to her and said

  “Are we gonna take these photos or what?”

  She turned around, surprised and looked at me. I smirked and flexed my arm muscles. She laughed and nodded, frantically trying to smooth down her hair.

  “Do you, um, have any water?” she asked.

  “Sure, I’ll grab some. The bathroom is over there by the way, if you need a minute.” I said, raising my eyebrow at her stumbling walk. She nodded her head gratefully and headed towards it.

  ————

  A few hours later we were finally done with shooting. Who knew modeling could be so exhausting? After she got back from the bathroom Casey had gone into an impressive professional mode where she bossed me around and assertively told me what to do with my body. It was honestly, really hot.

  I did photos on the bags, we opened one up and I held some in my hands. Eventually, I gave in to the situation and took my pants off and we covered my privates in coffee beans. It felt ridiculous but she assured me it would make for a very successful photo. I figured, she’s the artist, I’ll just let her do what she wants. It was kind of freeing, to stop thinking about every detail the way I do when I’m running my business and just let someone else run the show for a minute. Plus, I was naked in a warehouse alone with the most beautiful woman I had ever met, so everything was pretty awesome.

  She kept asking if this was okay, opening the bags, using the warehouse and stuff. I didn’t know why, it seemed obvious to me that it wouldn’t be a big deal. Finally, as she was taking the last few photos and we determined in a fit of giggles that we definitely would not be able to use these beans for customers, she asked

  “Are you gonna have to pay you boss for the beans? I can help cover them if you want, I don’t want your boss to be upset with you.”

  I was confused for a minute, what boss? The board members wouldn’t care about a bag of beans, and at the end of the day it was my company anyway, they were just investors. Then after a second it dawned on me - I had forgotten to tell her that I owned the business. My eyes went wide for just a second as I realized that all this attraction and interest, electricity and passion was just for me, she didn’t even know about my money.

  I decided to make it a surprise for dinner, and said

  “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

  “You sure?” she asked, surprised.

  “Definitely.” I said, smiling “Now, I’m gonna put my pants on and help you with these lights.”

  She laughed and said “Perfect, and after? Are we still on for dinner?”

  “Absolutely!” I said “I already bought everything, we’re gonna go back to my place and I’m gonna cook you the best risotto you’ve ever had in your life.”

  “Wow, and modest too!” she joked, with grin.

  I laughed “You don’t have to be modest when you can cook like I can.” I winked at her and sauntered off to the bathroom, my naked ass in the air.

  ———

  After we finished the lights, I brought them out to her car and started locking down the warehouse. As I did so my phone beeped and I got a text back from Lucy.

  Whoa, she’s gorgeous! Talented too, don’t let this one slip through your hands, loser.

  I smiled at the text, Lucy was the best. Casey was standing next to me and said

  “Another barista emergency?”

  “Yeah, something like that” I said absentmindedly, as I texted Lucy back. “Let’s take my car, okay?”

  She nodded and we headed to the back parking lot where the Range Rover was parked.

  Chapter 11: Casey

  We were headed up away from the city now, driving in his car which was definitely not the fixer upper I was expecting. Aiden said he wanted to fix me dinner, and he’d certainly pulled out all the stops to do so. There was a couple of bags of fresh groceries in the back that looked about full to bursting with delicious, locally grown food.

  But I kept thinking about that text he had gotten right before we left the warehouse. I know I can’t be upset if he’s seeing someone else, we only just met, this is our second date. It’s just, after Kyle, I feel like I have a radar for it. I just know something weird is going on with this guy. Sometimes, we’ll be having a wonderful moment and then he’ll just stop, get all quiet and moody a
nd sad. What’s going on?

  First he ditched me for a “barista emergency” now he’s got a hard cock when I show up and he’s getting texts that make him smile like that while we’re on our second date!

  I decided I needed to just calm down, after all he had just given me the best orgasm of my life, and he was about to cook this gorgeous dinner for me at his house. He’s obviously into me, but something seems wrong. I’m gonna try to figure it out tonight.

  Maybe his house will give me some clues, I thought as we wound up the hills. Where the hell is this thing, I wondered. I thought he’d just be in some cute apartment downtown with a couple of roommates like I was, not a strange cabin in the woods.

  “Wow, the view of the city from up here is gorgeous.” I said, looking at the glimmering lights below.

  “It really is, we’re almost there now.” he said, putting his hand on my knee and making me shiver. I was trying not to get too attached to this guy, who I was so confused by, but I couldn’t help how I felt every time we touched. Kismet, destiny, sparks, magic - I didn’t even know what word could describe this emotion.

  A few minutes later we rounded a corner surrounded by towering pine trees and landed in a driveway. A driveway to a gorgeous mansion, with an all wood exterior but modern, angular design. I could see a big living area on the second floor with all glass floor-to-ceiling on two sides, overlooking a massive pool and hot tub. My jaw dropped open when I looked at the place, this was no cabin in the woods.