Bartender with Benefits

by Mickey Miller

  “Hands forward. Ass up.”

  “What are you going to…Oh, God!”

  She lost her train of thought when she felt my tongue between the folds of her pussy. I rubbed her clit lightly while I tongued the outer edges of her opening. She twitched and her body trembled. I went slow for a few minutes, letting her orgasm build. She was so wet and I greedily lapped her up, burying my face in her cunt.

  “You taste just as sweet as I remember. Sweeter,” I said when I came up for air.

  “Vince, I want this to be your cock,” she replied.

  “Oh, do you?” I said, resting a hand on her gorgeous ass. “How bad do you want that?”

  “So bad. Please,” she moaned.

  I dove back in with a renewed vigor. This time, I hooked a finger into her and moved it in a subtle one-two motion. Her screams got louder and louder.

  “I’m gonna come, I’m so close,” she muttered.

  I pulled my finger out. “Don’t come yet,” I ordered. My body had been hunched to taste Kelly, and now I stood up.

  “Turn around. And take off that dress.”

  She took it off and spun around, dangling her legs over the edge like she had before. Now, the only two pieces of clothing she wore were her black pumps and the silk blindfold. I unbuttoned my own shirt and took off my pants and briefs to match her, totally naked. I ran my hand over the rabbit tattoo on her hip. She was leaning back, perhaps not daring to touch me given the dominant attitude I’d just assumed. “What I just did, do you like it?”

  “Like what?”

  “Do you like when I order you around?”

  “I do,” she said, proudly. “But I really want to touch you right now and I’m scared I can’t.”

  I ran my hand from her thigh, up her abdomen, circled her breasts. I pinched her nipples a little, then arrived at her neck. I slipped my hand behind her head and undid the blindfold.

  Her eyes widened at seeing me stark naked. In an opposite gesture to what I had just done, she ran her fingers over my face, my chest, my six-pack abs, and finally wrapped her hand around my hard cock. She licked her lips as she touched it. I loved the feeling of her dainty hands as they tried to wrap all the way around it.

  She swallowed. “Once we do this again there’s no going back.”

  “And why would we want to go back?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. First-time jitters, I guess.”

  “This does feel like the first time again, doesn’t it?”

  She nodded and looked down. “Come on, Bunny. We’re doing this right.”

  She squealed when I picked her up off the island countertop. I carried her through the foyer and into my bedroom and set her on my satin sheets.

  Lying there, looking up at me with her mouth half open, she looked one-third goddess, one-third angel, and another third devil. That was Kelly. A woman of contradictions who had the ability to be everything I’d ever wanted, rolled up into one.

  No, fuck wanted. Needed. I needed this woman like I need the fucking blood in my veins. Maybe she was a little devil in the sack, but in that moment, I knew God had sent her to be my own personal angel for my time here on this Earth. My personal sex bunny goddess.

  “What are you thinking about?” she said, giving me a funny look as she leaned back on her elbows.

  One day, I would try to explain to Kelly all of the fucked-up thoughts swimming around in my head and how it was fate that she’d been sent to me. Someday, however, was not today.

  “You,” I replied simply. “I’m thinking about you.”

  “We need less thinking and more fucking right now.”

  I grinned from ear to ear as I laid down next to her. We kissed, tenderly, for what could have been one minute or twenty. I lost myself next to her. I fondled her clit, and she stroked my cock. I moaned and finally could take no more.

  She lay on her back as I eased inside her. My tip spread her lips, and then inch by inch, I slowly entered her. Finally, I was totally inside her. She felt like ecstasy. “Bunny, this is amazing, this is…shit. I didn’t put on a condom.”

  I was about to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around me, preventing me from moving. “I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “Just go. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I grinned and ran my hand through her hair as I slowly stroked my cock into her. We looked each other right in the eye, her baby blues at my dark browns. We found our rhythm, grinding into each other’s hips slow and deep.

  It was so much different than all of the other times we’d done it. I felt like I was deeper in her than I’d ever been. She took big breaths. Her moans were elongated as she gripped the sides of my hips. Through the haze of my pleasure, something dawned on me. We weren’t fucking. We were making love.

  Our foreheads touched. She ran her hand along my chest and abs, but not once did we lose each other. I could feel her getting close.

  “I want you to look me in the eyes as you come.”

  “I will. So close…”

  “Do it. Come now, Bunny. Goddamn, you look so sexy right now. You have no idea. Fuck, I’m so deep inside you…”

  I hoisted her legs up so her knees were touching her shoulders. She screamed louder, but like a good little girl, she didn’t take her eyes off mine.

  “You’re going to come now, aren’t you?”

  “Yessss,” she cried. “Coming…”

  She gripped me tighter. With my now raw cock inside her, I could feel her convulsing around me. I was past the point of no return. I growled and grabbed her tits, her neck, her ass, any part of her available as I shot my load deep inside her.

  When it was over, I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her as tight as I could. “I fucking love you, Kelly Bunny.”

  “I love you, too, you dirty, dirty man.”

  “Hey, I am a CEO. You make me sound like this is all I do all day.”

  “You would if you could.”

  “Do dirty stuff with you all day? Yeah, you’re right. I may have to call in sick tomorrow.”

  “What happens when the CEO calls in sick? Do you have to take a sick day? Seems like it’s unfair if you can just take days off on a whim.”

  “Shut up and kiss me before I make you put the blindfold on again.”

  “I’m not opposed to that.” She arched an eyebrow my way. “We’ve got time, anyway. The night is young.”

  “We’ve got time alright. About fifty or sixty years, by my calculations.”

  I squeezed her tight again and she squeezed me back.

  I loved having a bunny that squeezed back.

  I loved her. Period.

  THE END

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  Kelly

  The church was huge. It was one of those old Catholic cathedrals with stained glass windows depicting the stations of the cross, marble floors, and drafty rooms. It rang with the sounds of chatter as mine and Vince’s guests arrived.

  I was cloistered in a back room reserved for wedding parties. It had likely been a rectory back in the day, but now it was a glorified changing room. It was large enough to fit even the most ostentatious bridal party in, and lord new I had one. You would think I’d become bridezilla with the amount of people I’d have standing at my side at the altar.

  I wasn’t, which was why I was currently alone, except for Crystal. I’d kicked out all my bridesmaids. While I got along with Vince’s family, having them stress me out while I was t-minus an hour from walking down the aisle was not going to help my sanity. While Elaine was my maid of honor, most of the others weren’t friends, per se, but family. Between Vince and I we had a fuckton of family.

  I’d wanted a smallish wedding. Fuck, I begged for one. But when your dad runs the Irish mob, and your fiancé was the CEO of Chicago, small wasn’t in the lexicon. Instead, the whole damn city seemed ready for one of two things: celebrating our nuptials or for everyone to kill each other.

  While the tension which had plagued our first few
months together eased, there were other issues. Namely the fucking Russians and Colombians trying to move in on a territory they now viewed as weak. I was the Queen of the City alongside Vince, even before we made our relationship permanent in the eyes of God, the Devil, and both families. So, I had to take on my share of the stress and workload. I didn’t keep Pops’s books anymore, but I kept Vince’s. He still bitched that Vince owed him money for the cost of my education. But then I mentioned he was going to get grandkids from me at some point, and if he wanted to see them, he better hush. Wisely, he kept his tongue most nights.

  Still, I wished we’d eloped. Vegas sure looked good right about now.

  “Are you ready for this?” Crystal fanned the soft mesh of my chapel-length veil over the bustle of my wedding gown. I wanted her to be part of the wedding party, but she couldn’t be both my personal wedding manager and help push me down the aisle. She’d chosen to be the former, wise woman that she was, and she got to be with me during my final moments as a free woman.

  “Do I look ready? Do you think Vince would be mad if I pulled a Runaway Bride move?” I chewed on my inner cheek, and tried to find the girl I was in the pretty princess before me.

  The gown was gorgeous. It was a mermaid-style sheath that hugged my upper body and hips, and then flowed out into a sweetheart trumpet train from right below my butt and down. It really looked as if I had this gorgeous off-white tail fanned behind me. It was an expensive confection of tulle, lace, and sequin beading. The whole upper half was encrusted with glitzy seed pearls in an abstract floral design, and even more banded the hemline all the way around. No matter which way I moved, light struck them and set the sequins on fire with glittery color.

  Honestly, the gown and the effect took my breath away. Until I caught sight of the ring glittering on my finger.

  Vince surprised me last summer with my bodyweight in carats. I swear, if I ever fell off his damn yacht, i would sink to the bottom of the ocean due to the shackle on my ring finger. But Vince had been sweet about laying his ownership upon me. The gemstones were shaped into hearts that came together to form a four-leaf clover, with two diamonds and two emeralds, it was an eye-catching piece of jewelry. Except, I was only wearing part of it. The last clover was missing since it was part of my wedding band. Today, I would finally get the last piece, and finalize the symbolism that fit with our lives--I was his luck, and he was mine.

  I was about to melt into a gooey pile happiness or run away screaming. I was so overwhelmed.

  “I can’t do this. The whole fucking city is out there, Crystal!” Panic edged my voice. I was too afraid to even touch my damn skirt, so I waved my hands in the air, punctuating my angst in short motions.

  She smoothed the last rhinestone-studded hairpin into place. I still wore my auburn hair short, but you couldn’t tell when it was all piled into this elegant updo.

  Maybe that was the problem. I looked like someone else, someone who belonged in Vince’s world.

  Was I losing myself just to be with him?

  A soft knock tapped on the outer door.

  Crystal pointed at me in the mirror, a silent order to stay where I was, hidden beside the full-length mirror and a faux-wall, and then went to see who was interrupting the panicking bride.

  “Let me in,” Vince’s voice came through the room in booming tones.

  My heart twisted in my chest. He was so attuned to me. Had he known I was having cold feet? Not about my love for him, but about everything else.

  “You’re going to ruin the surprise!” Crystal laughed, and I imagined she had her hands planted on his chest to keep him out. As if that would keep him away.

  “Fuck the surprise! I have done everything to satisfy the families’ thirst for tradition. I’m not doing this, now let me in. I need to see my girl.”

  “You’re ridiculous, Mr. LaRosa,” Crystal sighed.

  “Yes, now scoot. We need alone time.”

  The door clicked from what I assumed was Crystal leaving.

  Heavy footsteps thumped over the tawny marble. I turned in place and admired the man of my dreams as he walked around the huge lattice divider which acted as a privacy screen.

  He was so damn fine in his penguin suit. It fit him like a glove, as did the bright burst of crimson in his breast pocket, and the vest beneath. We’d chosen red, the deep rich hue of blood since it seemed everyone was so ready to shed it.

  “Fuck, Bunny.” Vince’s voice was raw as he looked at me in my wedding day finery. I glanced up through my mascara-caked lashes. He expression was the perfect definition of thunderstruck. His gorgeous face was slack with love and no small amount of lust.

  My confidence surged back. I ran my palm down the snug fitting bodice and planted my fingers at my waist. I actually looked like I had curves, instead of my rather lithe frame, due to the corseting built into the gown. “Do you like what you see, Mr. LaRosa?”

  I was taunting the beast and knew it. His eyes, clouded by appreciation, sharpened and darkened as they met mine.

  “Very much. Are you feeling sassy, Kel? Because that tongue of yours is going to get you into trouble.” He approached me, a well-dressed shark surfing through tradition until he invaded my space.

  My heart beat a staccato against my ribcage, and my throat was suddenly dry. “Yes,” I whispered.

  His fingertips traced the sweetheart neckline and followed the beaded slope until they dipped at the lowest part of the V between my breasts. Damn, my nipples hardened, chafing against the constricting undergarments.

  “You know what happens when you get sassy,” Vince growled at me. Damn the man, he knew exactly what that did to me. My pussy grew slick, and a small spasm pulsed deep inside.

  “You can’t do this here,” I whispered. I was half-scandalized that he was touching me in a church. One filled with both of our families, and an Irish priest who would go into an apocalyptic fit if he knew what we were doing on sanctified ground. Though the war between our families hadn’t happened, there was still a ton of tension between the fringe members. The Kennedy’s were not happy with the tenuous peace, and there were rumors they were in discussions with the Russians to overtake the Vince’s throne.

  Vince closed the scant distance between us until his toned chest brushed my tingling breasts. “Why not? You’re all wound up, Bunny. It looks like you need to take the edge off.”

  “But...they will hear!” My excuse was flimsy at best. I was panting at the thought of Vince getting his hands on me.

  “Not if you’re quiet. Lift your dress.”

  That was next to impossible, except it wasn’t. At least not in the front. The mermaid-style train was gathered in the back, leaving a snugger, yet shorter, hemline in the front.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered, but I did as he ordered. When Vince used that voice, I couldn’t help but obey. He was irresistible when he flexed his dominance.

  I reeled the front of my wedding dress up, exposing the opaque white stockings with their lace tops and the blue-ribboned garter ringing my upper thigh. I’d attached an Italian-flag charm to it, and the tri-tone image swayed with my subtle movements.

  Vince knelt before me. “Mm, nice. Irish on the outside, Italian on the inside. That’s because you let me in deeply, isn’t it? You let me take this pussy over and over. Just begged me to pop that cherry, and then lay my claim inside.”

  Fuck. I bit my lip, probably chewing my lipstick off with it. Crystal would kill me, but it couldn’t be helped. Not when Vince fucking LaRosa, my future husband, was kneeling before me in his tuxedo with a pussy-eating smile on his face.

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Such a good girl. Higher.” I shuddered and pulled my gown to my waist. I’d gotten special panties made. White silk cupped my pussy, and embroidered across my mound in cursive letters, was my special message to Vince: Mrs. LaRosa.

  Vince sucked in a sharp breath when he saw them. “Oh Kelly. You’re perfect.”

  I wasn’t. I was fucked up morally, but, I w
as perfect for him, and that was what mattered.

  He nuzzled his lips over my pussy. His mouth traced the letters, and then his tongue got into play, licking a wet path down to my throbbing clit.

  I didn’t dare plant my hands into his gelled hair. Instead, I gripped the wingback chair beside me. “Vince,” I moaned.

  “I’ll make it all better.” His voice puffed against the moist fabric. Gingerly he pulled my panties aside and bared my freshly waxed pussy to his iniquitous mouth. I was lost even before his tongue lapped over my swollen lips.

  My back bowed, and I swallowed my moans as his tongue swirled my clit. The damn man was too good at plying my buttons, and far too skilled at eating my pussy. And he hadn’t even started yet. This was so, so wrong having sex in a church with the family right outside, but I couldn’t help myself.

  I rocked my hips against Vince’s face, begging him for more.

  “Good girl, so fucking tasty. This is mine. You are mine. Never fucking forget that.” Then, Vince plunged his tongue into my pussy and I had to clamp my palm over my mouth so I didn’t scream. His mouth sucked on me, his free hand held my hips close, and before long I was grinding against his face while he tongue-fucked me. I never wanted it to end, the wedding be damned.

  Needless to say, Vince and I were late for our own wedding. We got married with his come dripping down my thighs, and my lipstick all around his collar.

  It was fucking perfect.

  Vince:

  The first morning of our honeymoon in Aruba, I asked myself a question I’d being wondering since the day Kel agreed to be with me:

  How did I get so fucking lucky?

  I was in a pensive mood this morning. Maybe because I knew today would be etched in my memory for the rest of my life as the first morning we had sex as Mr. and Mrs. LaRosa. Sure, after I fucked her in the church, and again in the limo on the way to the reception, we’d done it last night when we arrived at the private cabana late at night. But there was something about morning sex as husband and wife that symbolized our new freshness, our new partnership, our new life.