SHOOT: A Novel

by Kristen Flowers

  “I got a better place to go. Follow me.” He said as he started pulling me towards the bathroom door.

  “To your place? I can’t leave. I have a friend out there.” I said in protest as I quickly tried button up my jeans as he tugged me out of the bathroom.

  “Not my place.” He said, pulling me out into the tiny hallway. I hadn’t even had a chance to button up my jeans. I stumbled behind him and awkwardly looked down the hallway towards the bar. I could see Vivian chatting up the bartender as Rick pulled me in the opposite direction of the bar towards the end of the hallway.

  He opened up a door and practically slung me inside with a smile. My eyes raced around the room as I tried to figure out where we were. The door shut behind him and he turned on the light. We were in a tiny office with a small desk and a few filing cabinets.

  “Who’s office is this?” I asked as I leaned against the desk and he made his way towards me. Without saying another word, he grabbed the back of my head and forced another kiss. I let out a heavy sigh as his tongue found mine and his other arm pulled me closer.

  My heart skipped the moment I felt his bulge press against my hip. He grabbed the back of my thighs and hoisted me up on the desk. The wooden leg squeaked against my weight and for a moment I worried if it would be able to hold me.

  I broke my kiss and pulled back. “We can’t do this here…Who’s office is this?” I said, looking at him like he was crazy.

  “It’s my office.” He said before stooping back down and pressing his lips against mine.

  I pull back again.

  “Your office?”

  “Yes my office. I own this place.” His hands snaked up the underside of my shirt, lips forcing their way against mine yet again.

  I pushed him away.

  “You own the bar?” I was surprised. Why I was surprised I don’t know. I guess I hadn’t expected him to own the place.

  “Yes I own the bar. Now are you going to keep pushing me away?” His same devilish smirk crept across his face before he said his next line, “or am I going to have to get rough?”

  “No, come here.” I said, this time pulling him towards me.

  His hands instantly felt their way to my hips and forcefully yanked my unbuttoned jeans down my legs. I kicked my pants off my ankles as he tossed his jacket off and reached for the bottom of his shirt. As he tugged his shirt over his head I quickly took my own off with him. As soon as our shirts fell to the floor our eyes traced over each other’s bodies. His gaze stuck to my breasts, mine to his chiseled abs and muscular chest. He had a body of a Greek statue and it made my mouth water for a taste of his skin.

  “Those have to come off too.” He said, pointing at my panties. Without thinking I pushed them down my thighs and kicked them off my ankles. I shoved a few papers off the desk and leaned back. The unsteady desk made a little creek as I gave Rick a worried face. He paid no attention to the desk or the papers I had pushed off. All his attention was stuck between my legs as he walked over to me, staring at my wet pussy.

  My breath stilled as he grabbed hold of my thighs and yanked my legs open.

  “God you’re hot.” He said as he stooped down and playfully nibbled the inside of my thigh. His hand rubbed up and down my smooth leg. His palms were rough and dry. He was clearly a man who worked with his hands. Every bump and scrape of his fingers sent tiny little tingles dancing across my skin.

  I inched my hips to the edge of the desk as he drew a deep breath in through his nose. He took in my wet scent and looked up at me with a smile.

  “Lean back.” He ordered as his hand smacked against my chest and forced my back against the desk.

  I fell back and looked up at the ceiling as his hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled my ass off the desk. Without another moment of hesitation, he pressed his face between my thighs and trailed his tongue along the outside of my wet lips. My breath stilled and my heart raced. He puckered his lips and gave me tiny kisses up and down my slit. The roughness of his 5 o’clock shadow brushed against the inside of my thighs and forced me to claw at the desk from all the sensations he was giving me.

  Just then the tip of his finger played on the outside of my pussy. Playfully dipping inside before running up my wetness and pressing against my clit.

  “Oh fuck.” I whimpered as my back arched above the desk, hips lurching towards him.

  “You like being teased don’t you?” He smiled as he stooped back down and teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit. A warm ball of pleasure coiled up inside me. I wanted more of him. I wanted to feel his finger inside me. I looked down between my legs and reached forward, grabbing each side of his head and pulling him closer between my thighs.

  Finally, he pushed his finger all the way in as his lips sealed around my clit. His tongue gave my sensitive nub a tiny flick while his finger eased in and out of me. My eyes clenched shut and my heart thundered. I threw my legs over his shoulders and interlocked my ankles, trying my best to keep him in place.

  He wiggled his face against my wet lips and let out a muffled moan. I moaned with him the moment I felt his finger curl inside me and pull out before thrusting back in. My body gripped at his finger and my hips rolled against his face as his tongue traced up and down my wetness.

  My eyes clenched shut so tight I nearly saw stars when he forced another finger inside me. My ass went off the edge of the desk as I pushed my pussy against his face, his tongue darting out and flicking my clit with lighting speed. The coil of pleasure inside me started to unravel. In any moment I was going to orgasm.

  “I’m going to come…” I whimpered as his two fingers pressed deeper, tongue flat and rubbing against my sensitive spot. I looked down between my thighs and saw him looking up at me. And even though his mouth was buried against my pussy I could tell he was smirking at my trembling body.

  Just as I approached the edge, ready to topple over, he pulled his fingers out. With one last lick of his tongue and one last roll of my hips, he leaned back and forced his way out of my interlocked ankles. I looked down with disappointment written all over my face as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

  “You’re not going to come just yet.” He said with a smirk. “Not without me getting a little pleasure first. With that he stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. My heart skipped inside my chest as I waited for him to pull his pants down. My eyes locked onto his crotch as he tugged his jeans down his thighs.

  As soon as his hard cock sprang free my heart thumped inside my chest with nervous excitement.

  “What are you waiting for?” He asked with a crooked smile along his face. Without hesitation I shimmied off the desk and landed on the floor. The head of his cock nearly brushed against my lips as he stepped closer.

  I opened my mouth, eager to please him. He pressed his cock to my wet lips and slowly slid in. The smooth skin of his shaft glided past my wet lips with ease. My cheeks hollowed as I suckled the tip, slurping up every bit of his sweetness.

  His hand traced through my hair as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, probing himself in and out of my mouth as my tongue traced along the bottom of his shaft. He fed me a little more of his length with each thrust until I could feel the tip nudging against the back my throat. His hand tangled in my hair, clenching tighter and forcing my mouth to take him in deeper. I sucked in a deep breath through my nose. My pursed lips were airtight against his shaft.

  I felt a shutter quake through his legs as I slowly moved my head back, my lips stretched across the smooth skin of his shaft as I inched further and further back until he sprang out of my mouth with a loud POP that filled the room.

  “Suck on the tip like the naughty girl you are.” He ordered with a husky voice as he pulled my head closer to him.

  I did as he said, wrapping my lips around his head. Slowly, I twirled my tongue around the crown of his cock, teasing him with the flicking tip of my tongue.

  Tiny prickles of pain attacked my scalp as he clenched a fist
ful of my hair. He pulled away from my mouth, breathing in slow and deep. I could tell I had pushed him right up to the edge of climax, just like he had done with me. I looked up at him with wanting eyes as he finally looked down at me with a smile.

  “You sure are talented with that beautiful mouth of yours.” He said with a soft smile as he playfully slapped my mouth with the head of his cock, I moaned in response. My tongue darted out and tasted his head. He pulled back and huffed as my tongue continued to tickle him.

  As soon as he pressed himself back inside my puckered lips I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him with a deep moan. His hand tangled in my hair as he slowly started to thrust in and out of my mouth again. A deep grunt barreled out of his chest as he pushed the head of his cock towards my throat. My eyes watered as I looked up at him with blurry vision. I quickly sucked a deep breath through my nose as I tried to fight the urge to gag.

  Finally, he drew himself back and out of my mouth as he caressed the side of my face with his palm. His hand was rough against my soft skin, but his touch was gentle.

  “Get up and turn around.” He said, voice gruff with a slight pant. I instantly scrambled to my feet, turned around, and placed my palms on the top of the desk. His hand smacked against my back and forced me to bend over.

  “Spread your legs out a little further, ass out.” He ordered as he tapped the inside of my thigh. I wiggled my legs open even more and bent down further, jutting my ass up into the air toward him.

  “Pop your ass out more,” he said. Without thinking I quickly pushed back even more and arched my back. I poked my backend up high in the air, nearly balancing on my tippy toes. A shiver raced up my back as I felt his rough hand teasingly brush against my bare ass cheek. Without warning he gave me a sharp smack on my cheek.

  A quick breath hissed through my clenched teeth as the stinging pain attacked my backside. My pulse throbbed inside my veins as I felt him lean over my naked body, the head of his cock pushing against my ass. He gave me a playful bite on the side of my neck before moving his mouth towards my ear.

  “I couldn’t resist.” His words were hot and heavy against my ear. I was turned on beyond belief and I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me. I pushed my palms flat against the top of the desk and thrust my ass back, trying desperately to get him inside.

  “Fuck me already?” I asked, practically pleading. His hand brushed down the side of my body and gripped my hip as his other grabbed the base of his cock and aimed his head at my wet entrance. My eyes clenched shut and my teeth sank into my bottom lip as he playfully brushed the tip of his shaft up and down my wet slit.

  I let out a deep heavy moan as I rolled my hips back and my body went completely stiff as the crown of his cock slipped inside. He grabbed one of my ass cheeks hard and guided his cock further into me, seating himself to the hilt in one hard thrust. My mouth dropped open as I felt my body envelope around his thick shaft. He reached around and grabbed one of my breasts in his hand and took a punishing grip on my hip with the other.

  I was anchored in place as he pounded into me, holding me steady so he was in complete control of the pace he set. The quiet room electrified with the rhythmic slaps of our bodies. My other breast lightly tapped against the top of the desk each time his hips smacked against my ass. He leaned his body against me again, his weight forcing me flat against the desk and his fist twisting and knotting in my hair. His grip in my hair forced my head back for his mouth to find my ear once again.

  “You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His words were hot against my skin as he thrust in deep, forcing my hip bone to grind against the edge of the desk. His tone was soft and genuine, but his actions were just the opposite; forceful and punishing.

  He made a million emotions race through my body at the same time. Never before had I been fucked like this, as if I were everything in the world this man wanted. He was completely and utterly in charge, something I wasn’t used to at all. I had never had sex with a man that took control so completely. He was everything I needed in so many ways. It was the sudden, spontaneous, and blazingly sexy encounter I had just been talking to Vivian about. And it had happened so soon.

  My girlish whimpers skipped out of my body every time his hips smacked against me. Both of his hands gripped my shoulders as he forced me back against his throbbing manhood, burying himself deeper with each thrust. The boiling coil of hot pleasure inside my center started to bubble over. I was approaching the edge and I was approaching it fast.

  His thrusts grew deeper and faster as the rhythmic slapping of our skin filled the small office with the unmistakable sound of sex. My fingernails clawed at the wood and the creaking and moaning of the desk was nearly as loud as me. One last deep thrust threw me off the edge. Hot tingles cascaded down my legs, wobbled my knees, and curled my toes as he slammed himself against me. My back shuddered and arched, forcing my ass back and his cock deeper.

  His hands gripped my shoulders so tight it hurt as his own orgasm racked his body. He pushed harder against me, forcing himself as deep as he could. My fingers clenched in tight fists before flattening against the desk. His hands pulled at my shoulders as he pushed his pumping cock deep inside me with a heavy, panting breath.

  The room fell silent, save for our heavy breathing.

  “Well, that sure was something.” I said, more to myself than to Rick. Before he even had a chance to process what I said, the desk gave one last groaning creak before giving way to our weight and crashing to the floor. Both of us hit the floor with a heavy thud, a desk leg snapping with the fall.

  As soon as we landed Rick looked over at me with shocked concern.

  “Are you okay?” He asked, instinctively reaching for me to ensure I was safe.

  My eyes looked at him wide-eyed and surprised as a huge grin creaked along my face. His own smile grew with mine until we were both rolling on the floor with laughter, bodies still sweaty from our spontaneous sex.

  As soon as our laughter finally died down I quickly got up and started getting dressed. It had already been a little too long and Vivian was probably wondering where I had gone.

  “Sorry about your desk.” I laughed as Rick zipped up his jeans.

  “It was on its last leg anyway.” He said as he put his shirt back on, his confident demeanor finally returning.

  When we were both fully dressed and ready to walk out the door we stopped and stared at each other, unsure what to do next.

  “I like you, I don’t usually like woman like you.” Rick said in his soft genuine voice.

  “Big bad boy has feelings huh?” I teased with a wink.

  “I wouldn’t go that far.” Rick shot back.

  I straightened the bottom of my shirt and headed towards the door. I was happy with our little spontaneous encounter, but ready to get back and reassure Vivian everything was okay.

  “Do I at least get a number.” Rick asked as I turned the doorknob. I quickly grabbed a pen and paper that had fallen from the desk off the floor. By the time I was done writing my number I realized it was my work phone number since that was the only number I was used to writing down for people. I shrugged it off. Men like him never called anyway.

  I walked back over to him, gave him the piece of paper, and nearly leaned up on my tippy toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out of the office and back towards the bar.

  “That took forever.” Vivian said as I finally got back.

  “Not nearly long enough.” I said, laughing at my own joke as I dragged her out of the bar and into the night air.

  Chapter 4

  I stared at him as he delicately stabbed steamed broccoli and put it into his mouth. Even the way he ate his food was boring. I was on the date with Jonathan that my coworker Samantha had set up for us. This was the last thing I wanted to do, especially after my wild and crazy night with Rick. Next to Rick, Jonathan was more girly than I was. I wanted a man’s man, not another office drone that had never picked up a hammer in his
whole life.

  I had brought up every TV show and movie I had ever seen in order to find something relatable I could talk to him about. But the man was as interesting as a brick wall. But despite his uninteresting personality, he was still sweet and I could tell he was trying real hard to get me to like him.

  We both shared a cab on the way home. Jonathan was getting dropped off first since his apartment was on the way back to my own.

  “You…you wanna come up for a drink…or something?” He asked me as he leaned back into the cab before shutting the door behind him. I was surprised he even had the courage to suggest such a thing. But I mulled it over for a moment, feeling the pressure of the cab driver turning around and looking at me to hurry up and make a decision. I could practically see the irritation written all over the cab driver’s face. The driver’s expression practically screamed the question— Are you going to fuck him or not?