by Faith S Lynn
“If you don’t know how to make something, there is a list of basic drink recipes right there.” She points to a clipboard under the register. “For the most part the people in here will order beer or straight drinks. They like their whiskey uncomplicated,” she says and starts taking down some orders.
I can do this. I look over the people at the bar and spot one waving me over. “I’ll take a Jack, neat.”
Alright, nothing to that at all just pour it into the glass. I walk over and grab a glass, then pour the amber liquid, and set it in front of him. I walk over to a woman waving me down and take her order. She doesn’t go easy on me at all.
“I need 3 slippery nipples, one fuck me blue, and 2 sex on the beach,” she hollers over the music.
If her drinks indicate anything, I know where her night is going. Sheesh. I know how to make a sex on the beach because I have watched them being made a million times at the country club for the slutty gold diggers that are there to pick out their next husband. But the others, not so much. I look through the list that Jen had pointed at and find the other two drinks. I hang the clipboard back on the nail and go to grab the glasses I need.
As I start mixing the first one, I get the feeling of being watched. I scan the crowd and see that Lynkin is still keeping an eye on me, but that is not where the feeling is coming from. I finish mixing up the last of them and set them in front of the woman who ordered them.
“Took you long enough,” she bitches.
Well damn, I thought I had done pretty well.
After she walks away I’m off to serve another customer. This goes on for almost an hour and the whole time I keep the feeling of being watched, but I chalk it up to nothing. I am exhausted and my feet hurt, but I don’t mind having to help Jen if it gets me out of that damn room. Just as I start to get in a groove, the crowd starts thinning out. I am wiping down the counter when someone sits down on the other side of the bar.
“Scotch,” he says.
I don’t even look up at him until I set his drink in front of him. Have you ever seen one of those men that are completely gorgeous, but give you the creeps at the same time? Yep, that’d be this man. He has dark hair that falls to his chin, and piercing blue eyes.
“Thank you. You know, I have been looking at you all night. Do I know you?” he asks.
So he’s the person that’s been watching me. “No, I don’t think so,” I tell him and go back to the task at hand.
“I swear I have seen you somewhere before. But, maybe you just have one of those faces.”
“Must have.” I toss the towel onto the shelves behind the bar and start putting some clean glasses out.
Jen steps up next to me and helps me put the last ones out. “I think you earned a drink.”
“I think I earned more than one!” I say jokingly, but I am completely serious.
She rounds up a bunch of shot glasses and a variety of liquor. “What’s your poison?”
“I don’t have a preference. Alcohol is alcohol right?” I reply as I follow her to an empty table in the middle of the room.
She sets the bottles and shot glasses down. “I’ll be right back.” When she comes back, she sets down a tray with lime wedges and salt. “Can’t have shots without these!”
I watch her as she pours us two shots of tequila each, then grabs a lime wedge and rubs it over the spot between her index finger and thumb. As she sprinkles salt onto the lime juice on her hand I grab a lime and do as she just did. We pick up a shot and clang them together. Lick, drink, and suck.
We repeat the process until I start to feel the warmth of the liquor spreading through my body. Jennifer is playing with her phone intently until the song changes over the speakers.
“Hell yeah! Come on, lets go dance!” she says excitedly.
“Nah. I have been on my feet long enough today.”
“Yeah, but you don’t know when he might let you out again.”
Reality check. “You’re right!” I get up and start dancing with Jen. We jump around and sway our hips to the music. The liquor has taken over, and I could care less about all the issues that have been bothering me for the past month. I just let the music lead me to peace as I move.
I don’t know how long we stay out there dancing. I’m not even sure if Jen is even dancing with me anymore. My eyes are closed and my mind is blank until someone grabs my hips and pulls me back into them. My eyes snap open and my head whips around. It’s the guy from earlier that swears he knows me, and he is grinding his very obvious hard-on into my ass.
Turning around, I push him away. “Sorry, I was dancing with my friend.” I scan the small crowd dancing and find her with some guy.
“Looks like she has found someone else to dance with. I’ll keep you company,” he says and grabs my hips to pull me back to him.
He is dancing so close to me that it takes all I have to wiggle my hands in between us. Apparently, he thinks I am trying to feel him up because his hands start traveling from my hip down to my ass and he gives it a good squeeze. I finally get my hands in far enough and shove him as hard as I can off me.
“Hands off the goodies, asshole!”
“Oh come on, doll, I was just getting to know you a little better,” he drawls, taking a step back towards me.
“I think you need to find someone else to get to know better. Don’t you?” I hear Lynkin say from behind me.
“Fuck it. She ain’t worth it anyways,” he grumbles as he walks off.
I turn to Lynkin and say, “The kidnapper becomes the rescuer? Never would have thought that!”
“Well, ya know, I see it as you’re mine, and no one else has the right to touch you.”
I laugh, but the longer I do it, it hits me that he called me his. My laughter fades out. “I need a shot,” I tell him as I walk by. He grabs my hand and spins me back to him and bends me down backwards into a dip. “What are you doing?”
“I’m dancing. What does it look like?” he jokes. He pulls me up and spins me again so that my back is to him.
“I didn’t say I would dance with you, either.”
“Then why are you?” he whispers into my ear. Who turned off the air in here? I feel his hands on my sides and realize he is right, I am moving with him. I’m not trying to pull away from him or tell him no either.
I find myself closing my eyes again. This time, there is no letting my mind go blank. It is impossible with him behind me and touching me the way he is. I lean against him, lay my head back on his chest, and just go with it. His head dips to my neck, and as we sway this way and that way his stubble rubs across my skin. The song comes to a stop and I breathe a sigh of relief.
I go to sit back down at the table, but he holds onto me so I can’t get away. “Come on, that was just one song. One more?” One more song? Is he kidding? My panties are dripping wet after the first one, I don’t think I can make it through another. He must feel my hesitance because he adds, “We can go back to the motel if you want.”
I look up at him to see if he is just being mean or kidding around and can’t tell. I don’t take the chance. I turn into him and hide my head in his chest. It’s pretty much a win/win situation for me. I may hate this man, but I can’t deny that I am one hundred percent attracted to him, and getting out of that room is the high point of my year.
I relax a bit more when the song starts and it’s slow. With the alcohol and Lynkin, I need something to cool me down. My head is still against his chest, his hand are on my hips, and mine are holding his biceps.
He nestles his chin on the top of my head, and his thumb starts making small circles on my stomach next to my hip. My grip on his arms tightens and I hear his heartbeat pickup.
Wrong, this is all wrong!
It doesn’t feel wrong, it feels so right.
He is holding you ransom, you complete moron!
Way to spoil the only fun I have had in a month.
I pull back and shake my head. But before I can say anything, someone shoves me back
into Lynkin.
“Sage! Hey, where have you been?” Jen comes over and asks.
“Same place you left me.”
“I didn’t leave-” Jen starts to say before she gets interrupted.
“I knew I had seen you somewhere! You’re Sage Donovan! Holy Shit!” the same guy that had been trying to dance with me exclaims.
Lynkin
Damn it! What the hell am I supposed to do now? He has seen us with her and knows exactly who she is. What am I going to do? Lie. I am going to lie through my teeth and hope his drunk ass believes me. “Naw, man I think you have had too much to drink. This isn’t Sage Donovan.”
“Really? Hell, she could be her damn twin,” he slurs.
“Yea, that’s why we call her Sage. She absolutely hates it though,” I tell him.
Jennifer speaks up to help out. “We like to give her a hard time.”
“I AM—” I grab Sage by the head and press her face into my chest before she finishes that sentence.
“Come on babe, let’s get out of here,” I say as I make my way to towards the exit. Once outside, I let her go, which was a big mistake. She takes off back towards the door. I catch up and get in front of her. “Do you really think that drunk pervert in there will help you?”
“It’s worth a shot!”
“No, it’s not.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and walk to the car with her hitting and screaming at me the whole way.
“Let me go!”
I open the car door and drop her into the seat. “No.”
She looks up at me, and I can see tears in her eyes. “Please? I just want to go back.”
“There is no going back…for either of us, Beauty.”
Sage doesn’t say anything after that, and once we arrive back at the room I realize it’s because she has fallen asleep between the bar and here. I open her door and gently pick her up so I don’t wake her. Trying to unlock a door while holding a sleeping person in your arms, without dropping them, is one hell of a task, but I manage it. She doesn’t even budge as I lay her down on the bed and take her shoes off. When I pull the covers up to her chin, my knuckles come back wet. I look closer and see that she has been crying in her sleep. I drag the back of my hand across her cheeks to wipe away her tears.
Her eyes flutter open. “Shh, go back to sleep.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” she whispers.
“What? What doesn’t make sense?”
“How you make me feel.”
“And how do I make you feel, Beauty?”
“Better,” she says. I don’t get to question what she means by that because she grabs my face in both of her hands and pulls my lips to hers. I don’t hesitate like I probably should have, I can’t help myself from just going all in on this kiss. I am just as confused by how she makes me feel as she is about me. I run my tongue across her lips. She opens them, and her tongue meets mine. This kiss, it’s greedy. We are both taking what we need.
I move with her as she gets to her knees on the bed. She grabs for the bottom of my shirt, and we break apart just long enough for her to yank it over my head. My fingers wind in her hair at the back of her head and I pull, exposing her neck. I take full advantage of it as my mouth kisses and nips its way down to her collar bone. I release her hair and grab the front of her tank top, ripping it open revealing a black lace bra that is sexy as hell on her dark skin, but is just in my way. I reach around her back and unclasp it, then pull the straps from her arms.
Her tits are fucking gorgeous. I push her onto her back and take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. When I bite down, she moans out my name. I freeze. What the hell am I doing? Fuck. I can’t do this. She’s drunk. I pull back and look at her. God I want her so fucking bad, but not like this.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“I can’t, this is wrong. You’re drunk.”
“I’m not so drunk that I don’t know what I am doing” she says.
“Is that so? So you understand that you were just about to sleep with me?” I ask her.
She doesn’t reply right away. It looks like she is struggling with what to say. “I want this, Lynkin. I want you. I can’t fight it anymore.”
“You really don’t know what you’re asking. Sage, you deserve better than me. Hell, I’m your goddamned kidnapper!” I turn away from her and run my hands through my hair.
“Dammit! You are such a hypocrite! You have had me for a month, and this whole time all I have heard is how you can’t stand how stuck up I am. But it’s ok for you to think that I am too damn good for you?” She pauses. When she starts again, her voice cracks and I turn back to her. “It’s not because I’m drunk is it? It’s because you can’t stand me.”
“That’s not it.”
“God, I am an idiot. I just thought…I thought…”
I step up and grab each side of her face, my thumbs rubbing across her cheek bones. “You are not an idiot. What did you think? That I want you?” I watch her head nod and her lip quiver. “You were right. I do want you. I want you so bad that it fucking hurts.” I grab her hand and let her feel how hard I am through my jeans. “You feel that, that is how bad I want you.” I let go but her hand remains on my dick and begins stroking it over my jeans. “What are you doing?”
“Go with it,” she commands. And I do.
I land my lips over hers as she continues making friction with her hand. I roll one of her nipples between my fingers while she undoes my button and eases down my zipper. When her small, soft hand wraps around my hard cock, I throw my head back and let out a hiss of appreciation.
Her thumb runs over the head of my dick and causes it to jerk in her hand. I push her back onto the bed and go for her shorts. When they are off, I just stand there and take in all of her before me, naked, and waiting for me to take her. I take my time traveling my hands up her legs. When I reach her knees, I pull them up until her feet are firmly planted on the bed and her fucking pussy is on full display for me. I push her legs apart as my hands continue upward. I grab her by the hips and forcefully pull her until her ass is on the edge of the bed.
“Such a fucking beauty.”
I watch the blush that comes across her face and travels all the way down her chest. I lean down over her and take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. I bite down on it, and she grabs the back of my head and holds me there. I slide my fingers between the lips of her pussy and feeling how wet she is for me makes me want nothing more than to take her right now, but I want to know every inch of her body first. As soon as my finger enters her, her muscles tighten around it.
“Fuck, Lynkin. I need you in me, now.”
“I thought I was inside you, Beauty.”
She reaches down, grabs my dick forcefully, and growls, “Quite being a smartass and get this hard ass dick inside me. Now!”
If my dick wasn’t hard already, that would have made it stiff instantly. I stand back up straight, then push my pants and briefs the rest of the way off. Once again leaning down, I put the head of dick at her entrance. She is so warm and wet I can’t control my needs. I ram all the way into her with one thrust of my hips, and once I am there I stay there for a few seconds. She feels so good stretched to the max around my cock that I just have to take the time to enjoy the feeling. Sage brings her hands to my forearms and digs her nails into my skin, causing me to pull out and slam into her again. I loop my arms under her knees and grab her ass with both hands so that I can hold her off of the bed. It puts me at just the right angle to hit that glorious g-spot.
I pound into her again and again until I feel myself nearing the edge. I don’t want this to end, so I take my time. I slowly pull out until everything but the head is exposed to the air, then slam back into her. I’m close and I know she is too, but to help her along I start rubbing circles over her clit as I repeat the process. Slowly pulling out, then ramming into her again and again.
“Shit! Stop holding back Lynk. Fuck me, damn it!”
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nbsp; She catches me off guard with her bluntness. When I look into her eyes though, all of my shock disappears. I am completely distracted when all I see is lust for me. So, I do as she says. I fuck her. I ram into her repeatedly, hard and fast. By the time I am at the point of coming, I have pushed her to the middle of the bed. I bend back over her and bring one of her knees with me, leaving a free hand to grab her by the back of the head, and make her look at me.
“I want you to look at me as I make you come. I want you to see that it’s me who takes you all the way over the edge and back.” It’s not long after she looks at me that her nails bite into my back, and she moans out my name. I drive into her a few more times before all the build up from the last month is finally let go into the very person that has caused it.
I take a moment to catch my breath before shifting back and foxing myself to pull free of her warm body. My slowly softening cock is covered in her wetness and my cum… and nothing else. Wait. Oh shit! “Fuck me!”
“I thought I just did,” Sage says, grabbing her clothes and standing up.
“Who’s the smartass now?”
“Oh, that’d still be you,” she replies, stopping before she gets to the bathroom. “But really, what was the ‘fuck me’ for?”
I walk up to her and place my finger beneath her chin so that she is looking up at me. “We both were so caught up in what we wanted, neither of us thought about protection.”
I am waiting for her to go all hysterical on me, but the cussing and hitting never comes like it would with most girls. Instead she just shrugs her shoulders and says, “I’ve been getting birth control shots every three months since I was twelve. We are good.”