Fuck everyone back home.
I grabbed my favorite thong and dress before heading into the bathroom. I decided to forgo the bra tonight. I wanted him drooling and unable to keep his hands off of me by the time the night was done.
The night air wasn’t as humid as it had been, so I left my hair down, curling the ends with a curling iron. I put on minimal make up – only some blush, mascara, and lip-gloss. I found my black wedge sandals and headed out. It was almost ten-thirty by now and he was probably wondering where I was. Good, make him worry a little bit.
My heart started beating faster the closer I got to the beach. My stomach was full of butterflies and I was afraid I was losing my resolve. Doubts filled my mind. What if he didn’t want me?
When I got to the bar he greeted me with a huge smile and wave. All of the fears dissolved quickly. He motioned me over, pointing to an empty barstool near the end where people could walk in and out from behind the bar.
“Come here. I saved you a seat,” he winked at me as I got closer. He looked me up and down like a starving man looking at his first meal in days. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” I smiled as I slid into the seat. He was looking mighty fine himself. He was wearing the required light blue resort employee shirt that seemed to cling to his muscles in all the right places and white board shorts. “Sorry I’m so late. I sort of fell asleep.” I shrugged sheepishly.
“I figured,” he laughed and poured me a drink. “Did you even eat?” He asked when he set it in front of me.
I shook my head. “No, I woke up, showered, and came right here.”
“No more drinks until you eat something. I don’t want to have to carry you home later,” he teased and nodded towards the buffet in the corner.
I rolled my eyes at him and went to get some food. He was right. I didn’t want to wreck tonight by getting too drunk to function or remember anything that happened. I loaded up my plate with the nachos on the buffet and came back to my seat.
“Those look good,” he said, coming over to steal a chip from my plate and popping it into his mouth. A big group of people came up to the bar so he had to turn his attention to them.
I checked out the bar as I ate. It was busy, but not too terribly packed. It was mostly the younger crowd from the resort at this time of night. There was a DJ in the corner and some people on the dance floor. I loved to dance and it would be fun if I could steal him away for a song or two.
We chatted in between him waiting on customers, flirting and bantering back and forth. This time I paced myself a lot slower with my drinks, making sure to drink a lot of water. I wasn’t going to have a repeat of this afternoon.
He handed someone a beer and sauntered back over to me. “What is that tattoo on the inside of your arm?” I asked. I had noticed it earlier in the day and forgot to ask.
He touched it and tensed up. “Oh, just something dumb I got as a kid,” he mumbled and walked to the other end of the bar to wait on someone, leaving me a little speechless. It seemed as though I touched a nerve asking about that tattoo. It obviously had special meaning to him and he didn’t want to talk about it.
I rested my hand on my chin and watched the people. He got busy for a while with customers. Either that or he was ignoring me. I hoped I didn’t piss him off.
It was ironic; I was here running away from something, but so was he. It appeared we both had our demons. Really, it made sense. Why would someone come live here and work at a bar when there were plenty of bars back home, especially in Chicago? I would have to be more careful what I asked him about.
“This is one of my favorite songs. Do you want to dance?” He came over and asked when Jason Mraz’s song “I Won’t Give Up” came on.
I smiled and nodded, relieved he wasn’t upset with me. He stood next to me and took my hand, helping me off of the stool. Once we were on the dance floor, he turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him. I snaked my arms around his neck and pressed into him. I couldn’t be positive, but I think I felt his cock hard along my thigh. His shift couldn’t get over soon enough.
We didn’t talk and mid song, he pulled me even tighter into him. He leaned down and buried his face in my neck. His lips teased my sensitive flesh, making my knees weak so I had to cling to him.
When the song ended, he moved his lips to my ear. “I’m going to take a break. Come with me.” He didn’t wait for my answer but grabbed my hand and led me towards another exit at the bar. He found a door and opened it, pulling me inside some kind of supply closet. He shut the door behind me and before I knew it I was pinned up against it.
“I want you, Julia,” he murmured, looking down at me with his hands on my face. “You look so fucking hot tonight and I wanted to rip that dress off of you the minute I saw you walk into the bar.”
“I want you too,” I replied, suddenly feeling like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was moving rapidly and I put my arms around his waist.
“Good,” he growled, “Because when I’m done working, I’m going to take you back to my place and not let you leave my beduntil I’m done with you. I have the day off tomorrow and I’m going to take full advantage of it.”
He took my mouth then, his lips moving over mine roughly. I whimpered into his mouth, grinding my hips against his and cursing the layers of clothes between us.
His hand reached for my thigh and lifted it up so my heat was pressed against him. Screw going back to his place later; I wanted him to take me now. His hand slipped between us, up my bare thigh and between my legs as we kissed. He ran a finger along my slit and groaned into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he said when he tore his mouth from mine. “You’re so wet.”
I bit my lip and moaned in agreement, about to plead with him to touch me more when there was a knock on the door.
“Aiden?” A male voice called out, interrupting us.
He held a finger up to my lips, motioning for me to be quiet. “Yes?” He replied.
“We just had a big group come in and we need you at the bar.” Shit. I would have to wait.
He closed his eyes. “I’ll be right there,” he replied tersely.
He was quiet, making sure whoever was there was gone. “We will have to continue this later, princess.” Given who my father was, I’d been called that a few times in the past and always hated it. When Aiden said it, my insides turned to mush. He let me go and helped me smooth down my dress.
He placed another kiss on my lips, this one slower and gentler. He stopped and looked into my eyes. “I meant what I said. You’re not leaving my bed until I have to go to work in a couple of days.”
He opened the door and led me out, not even waiting for my response. I wasn’t going to argue anyway. Being naked in his bed for a couple of days sounded perfect.
The rest of the night seemed to go painfully slow. Aiden was too busy to talk to me much until they kicked everyone out around two AM. He let the other bartenders go so we could be alone while he cleaned up.
“Sorry we couldn’t talk much,” he said as he cleaned some glasses.
“That’s ok,” I shrugged and went back by him. “Let me help you.” I picked up a towel and began wiping down the bar.
I felt him behind me, his lips on my ear and his hands on my hips, pinning me against the counter. “We’re finally alone. We could finish what we started earlier.” His erection strained through his shorts along the crack of my ass.
My thong was instantly damp; sex out here? In public? I looked around nervously.
“There’s no one around, Julia,” he whispered before running his tongue along the shell of my ear. I swear he could read my mind.
I made a sound deep in my throat, unable to form coherent words, and nodded my head slightly. In an instant, he had me spun around to face him and put his hand up my dress. His fingers traced the edge of my thong. “You don’t need this,” he said, his eyes searing into mine as he tore the flimsy piece of cloth from me.
“Aiden,” I muttered breathlessly, my mind a mess of thoughts.
He cupped my bare ass and lifted me so I was seated on the counter behind the bar with him standing between my legs. “Take out my cock,” he whispered, his lips on my shoulders while a hand moved to free one of my breasts from the confines of my dress. He groaned and leaned down to take a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly on it. He sucking rhythmically, sending bolts of desire to the apex of my thighs. The smell of arousal filled the air and I was more than ready for him to be inside of me.
I reached for his belt buckle and undid it clumsily, distracted by his mouth on me. I undid his shorts and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was rock hard and so big, definitely larger than I had in a while. I couldn’t wait for him to fill my aching pussy with it.
“That’s it, stroke it.” He lifted his head to look up at me before moving to my other nipple. He found my clit with his thumb, and started circling it slowly. I pushed my hips into him, needing more. He slipped two fingers into my wetness and I cried out, stroking him faster.
“Aiden, fuck me please,” I pleaded. I needed release soon. It was all too much - his mouth on my nipple, his thumb on my sensitive nub, and the fingers inside me. I was going to explode soon.
He stopped sucking my nipple and moved to kiss me, his hand still on my pussy. “Come for me, Julia. I want you to come all over my hand. Don’t hold back.” He began to pump his fingers faster.
I moaned, circling my hips. I’d been edging since he teased me in the supply room, so it didn’t take long before I was shaking with the beginning of a climax like I’d never experienced before. My eyes widened and my mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out as an orgasm ripped through. He smiled and added a third finger, never stopping his movements. I gripped his other arm, my nails digging into his flesh. Holy fuck.
When I finally stopped twitching, he pulled his fingers from inside me. His eyes still on mine, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them slowly. “Mmmm, you taste so good. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you later.” My pussy clenched at the thought of his face buried between my thighs despite the earth shattering orgasm I’d just experienced.
Patrick never went down on me. Ever. He didn’t like oral sex. So he said. Then I caught that bitch riding his face like a carnival ride. Having a guy go down on me was something I definitely missed and thought about often. I couldn’t wait.
“Now,” he said, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket and pulling out a condom. “Now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m dying to be balls deep in that hot little pussy.”
God I loved his filthy mouth. I bet he could talk dirty to me and make me come in seconds.
I watched him roll it down the length of his shaft, anxiously waiting. When he was done, he held it and placed it at the entrance of my sex. He slid the head in slowly, not going any further.
“Aiden!” I cried out, trying to move to get him deeper inside me. I needed him to fill me.
“What’s wrong?” He chuckled and moved all the way out of me.
“Please!” I begged, my hands in tight fists.
“Please what?” He asked, touching me with the tip, rubbing it against my swollen clit.
“Fuck me!” I moaned and he rammed all the way into me. Tears popped into my eyes as my body adjusted to his size. Fuck he was huge but it felt amazing.
“Like this?” He asked through gritted teeth, moving in and out of me.
“Yes,” I nodded and wrapped my legs around his waist so I could help push him in deeper.
“God you feel so good,” he murmured against my neck, his movements getting faster. He wrapped an arm around my waist to help pull me against him. His other hand went between us, his thumb teasing my clit, still swollen and ready for more.
“Come with me,” he urged, his hips bucking into me harder, his thumb moving faster.
I threw my head back and let go; my pussy spasming around his cock as it swelled before his climax over came him. I didn’t think it was possible, but this orgasm was even more intense than the first one. “Oh my God, Aiden!” I screamed, moaning his name over and over again.
He grabbed my hips hard and pumped a couple more times before calling out my name. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close to his quaking body.
Holy shit. If this was what sex was like with him in the bar, I couldn’t wait until we went back to his place.
He cupped my face in his hand and kissed me slowly. “That, my princess, was just a preview.” He kissed me again. “There’s so much more to come.” He grinned and pulled away from me. He got rid of the condom and got dressed before helping me down from the counter. I didn’t trust my legs at first, still weak in the knees from two mind numbing orgasms.
As I smoothed out my dress, he bent over and picked up my ripped thong from the floor. He held it up with a grin. “I don’t think you can wear this again. Sorry, but I was anxious.”
I laughed and waved my hand to dismiss him. “So was I and I have a million of those things anyway.”
He walked over to throw it in the garbage but stopped. He turned to me with a naughty look on his face. “I think I’m going to keep this.” He slipped it into the pocket of his shorts and I shuddered. How sexy was that?
With Patrick, he treated sex like it was something dirty, always putting a towel down before he came and making me shower before coming to bed. He would never keep underwear that I had worn and was full of my juices.
He came back over to me and kissed me again, this time slowly, his tongue leisurely dancing with mine. Our little adventure had taken some of the edge off of our desire.
He encircled me with his arms and smiled down at me when he was done. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Sex?” I teased.
“No silly, had sex on my bar.” His eyes darkened. “But I couldn’t wait.”
“Me neither,” I whispered back. His hands moved to my ass and clutched it, pressing into me. He was already hard again.
“Let’s go.”
I nodded and took his hand. We walked back to his place quickly and I almost had to run to keep up with his long strides. He unlocked the door and pulled me inside, not even turning on any lights. He left me standing in the middle of the room while he went around and lit a couple of candles.
“Sorry for the mess,” he said sheepishly. “I’m a horrible slob.”
I glanced around at the clothes strewn about and empty water and beer bottles. It wasn’t too messy – nothing that couldn’t be picked up in a few hours. But we weren’t here for that. “I don’t care.”
He came back to me and reached for the hem of my dress. “I’ve been dying to see you naked for a couple of days now.” He pulled it over my head and threw it across the room.
“Wait, when did you see me? At the bar that night?” His hands were exploring my body, distracting me.
He cupped my breasts with his hands. “I saw you one morning at breakfast.” He ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, eliciting a groan from my lips.
“Oh.” My only focus now was on what he was doing to me, making my nipples hard pebbles of need.
“Let’s move this to the bed.” He let go and I fought back a moan of frustration. He pushed me back gently until the back of my knees hit the bed. He laid me back and got on his knees in front of me, pulling me so my ass was at the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt off, finally giving me a few of his chiseled chest. Damn, his six-pack was more like an eight pack. I couldn’t wait to run my tongue all over him.
“I’m going to lick you now until you beg me to fuck you. When you do that it makes me so hard.” He put his hands on the inside of my legs and spread me wide. Who was he kidding; I was ready to beg him now.
Chapter Six ~ Aiden
There was nothing I loved more than going down on a woman. To me, it was so primal and made them lose all control when I licked their sex to orgasm and usually more than one.
Julia was no exception. Her body was trem
bling in anticipation and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I leaned in and took a deep breath. “You smell amazing,” I murmured before leaning forward and running my tongue in one long stroke along her slit, gathering up the juices. She was so wet and ready for me
To say I’d gone down on a lot of women was a major understatement, but I wasn’t kidding when I say Julia tasted the best out of all of them. I stopped and studied her pussy. Her clit was so swollen with need, it would be easy to wrap my lips around it and bring her to a quick and dirty climax, but I needed to feast on her longer.
I licked her again, up and down and all around. Soon she was panting and had her hands on my head, trying to guide me harder against her. She was wiggling her hips against me and grinding her wet cunt on my face.
She was seeking her release but I kept her right on the edge of it. She whimpered as I slid a finger inside of her and ran the flat of my tongue along her sensitive spot. She clutched the bed sheets when I added another finger. I smiled up at her and curled my fingers up, touching the sensitive bundle of nerves on the inside wall of her sex. I held her down with my other hand and drew her clit into my mouth, sucking it gently while my fingers pressed harder on the spot that had her thrashing beneath me. There would be no stopping her climax now but I didn’t want to.
She tensed and screamed my name, arching her back when her pussy clamped onto my fingers. Her cum covered my fingers as I continued to finger fuck her through her release. I kept my mouth on her, letting her ride out her orgasm on my face. Her juices were dripping down my chin and I fucking loved it.
“Please Aiden, fuck me,” she begged hoarsely. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
I pulled my mouth from her and smiled; I told her she would be begging me to fuck her. I moved up her body, offering her my fingers so she could taste herself. She took them into her mouth and sucked eagerly. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. But not now. Now I wanted to be wrapped in that tight cunt.
She grabbed my face and kissed me hard, licking her juices from my face. That was such a major turn on for me. So many women turn away when you want to kiss after going down on them. She was just as excited to taste herself as I was. I fucking loved it.
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