by M R Field
He throws his head back and laughs, and the movement in his throat transfixes me. That deep laugh is one of the first things that struck me about him. Now, a decade later, it’s much more delicious.
“You wildcat,” he teases, kissing my lips quickly. “Okay, I have to put the takings into the office safe, turn off the security cameras and lock the door.” I blink at the mention of security cameras. Oh God.
“Did they see us, um … before in the dressing room?”
He shakes his head and rubs his thumb across my face. “No, the only ones getting installed are in the actual club area next week. The one in now is faulty, so they’re coming in a few days to do it.” Phew. “Besides,” he continues, “no way would I have let that happen.”
I smile and gaze over to the door. “Okay, I’m going to freshen up and meet you back here.” I lean forward and drag his bottom lip into my mouth before releasing it on a sigh. Staring into his eyes, it’s no wonder I could never forget them. The most rich and decadent brown I have ever seen.
“If you keep looking at me like that,” he says seductively. “I’m not going to care who sees us.”
I lick my lip and step back. “Meet you back here in ten minutes.” I turn and begin walking to the bathroom and hear him say just as I reach the door.
“I’ll be ready in five.”
I laugh and look over my shoulder, lift the side of my skirt up and say, “I was born ready.”
I push through the door and head straight to business. My hair is slightly ruffled, so I unpin it quickly and run my fingers gently through the curls, letting it hang behind my shoulders. I spray a little perfume and fix my lipstick. I know it will be a mess in a few moments, but the excitement weaves through my stomach like a deck of dominoes, each flicking over to the final point. I quickly unclasp my heels and shimmy down my fishnets stockings and garter, and roll the stockings up to fit into my purse. I replace the garter on my thigh and look in the mirror. Am I ready? Will he like me? I take a deep breath. Right now isn’t the time to doubt yourself.
I move my fingers to the side zip and begin lowering it. The drag against my skin provokes my inner vixen to step out. I move the zipper all the way down and shimmy out of the dress, allowing the satin to pool at my feet, while the connected bodice leans to the side. I step out and then slide my feet back into my shoes and quickly fasten them. I lift the costume and place it folded over my arm. My exposed breasts feel heavy and ache but I don’t move to cover them up. I want him to see what he does to me. I want him to not second guess my intentions and lose his mind. He has only kissed me, but so far it’s better than anything I’ve experienced before. If he can rock my world with his mouth, then I better buckle up for what he could do to my body.
A shiver trails down my breasts and tingles my nipples. They bead as I think about those lips. I smooth my hands over my panties and take a final look in the mirror. It’s show time.
I open the door slowly and a gasp escapes my lips. The overhead lights are no longer on, and a soft green glow from the LED glitter lamp behind the bar casts sparkles of green around the room. The flickers of light make me feel as if I’m in some type of enchantment, and I smile as the faint of sounds of John Mayer play from the overhead speakers.
I hope Robbie doesn’t mind that his present is mostly unwrapped. I drape my dress and bag over one of the stacked chairs and look around for him, but can’t see him. My heels click against the wooden floor and as I get closer to the bar, I hear his voice boom from the back.
“I’ll be there in a second, just closing the safe!” I smile as I move to the bar and see that he’s also placed a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He moves quickly. I perch up onto the bar stool and cross my legs, and fluff my hair behind my back.
“Come and get me!” I singsong, as a large slam sounds from the back office. A muffled fuck follows, and the heavy footsteps of Robbie edge closer. I reach behind me for the bottle of champagne and hold it in my hands as I see him enter the room from the side of the bar. His eyes narrow on my hair and as he approaches, he blinks hard when he sees what I am wearing—or lack of. Here goes. I straighten my shoulders and gesture to the bottle, smiling at him seductively. “Shall we christen the bar?”
“Your body is a wonderland.”
John Mayer.
ROBBIE
If this is a dream and some arsehole tries to wake me, prepare to be throat and nut punched. My steps falter, as sitting on a bar stool in my club is a very topless Hazel, holding out a bottle of champagne, and all I want to do is throw the bottle behind the bar and not give a shit about the mess.
“Shall we?” She gestures to the bottle. I see what she is trying to do. I nod and begin to unbutton my shirt as I continue to walk over to her. Her eyes widen and she stares as my fingers slowly unhook each button. The ball is back in my court. I peel the shirt off my shoulders slowly, all the while watching her chest visibly rise and fall. My eyes can’t take it anymore and I stare at her heaving breasts, full and ready for my hands and mouth.
I step closer and run my hands over her crossed legs, gently parting them, allowing me to move between them. I reach for her face with my hand and kiss her softly and feel her sigh against my lips. Pulling back a fraction, I stare into those green depths as the flickers of glitter pass over her face,
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, Farfalla.”
She inhales as her eyes water slightly.
“Wow,” she breathes. “This feels like a dream. I never believed this would happen.”
“What about now? Can you believe again?” I whisper against her lips.
“That’s the thing about childhood wishes. You always hope they come true, and for
you, I never stopped believing.”
I groan and deepen the kiss, tasting the salty tears that have fallen down her cheeks.
“No tears tonight, Farfalla. No more sadness. You have me.”
She runs her hands through my hair and deepens the kiss, and I kiss her back just as fiercely.
“I’m definitely not sad, Robbie.”
My lips move from hers as her soft curves beckon me to touch them, but I wait and watch her for a moment. I run my hands down her neck. Her chest heaves as she bites her lip and nods, and my hands move to caress the soft, beautiful flesh. I groan at their softness. I break the kiss and trail my lips against her neckline while my thumbs graze her nipples, and she shudders under my touch. I cup them both again before moving my hands to my pants and kicking off my shoes.
“I feel overdressed,” I groan. She smiles and slides off the stool and gently moves my hands away.
“Allow me,” she purrs and stands almost against my chest, her nipples within grazing distance as her fingers lower the zipper and push my pants over the back of my arse. They drop to the floor and I fumble to kick out of them, but I stumble and have to hold onto the bar as all my brain is processing is the beauty in front of me. I’m suddenly harder than ever before. Her soft curls linger against her back and I want to curl her hair in my fist and have her scream my name. She reaches for my trunks. Her eyes flicker down and her brows rise as she smiles.
“Red trunks, hey?”
“It’s New Year’s Eve.” My thoughts spew out, her eyes urging me on. “My family tradition is to wear red for good luck.”
She raises one eyebrow and hums. Tucking her fingertips under the elastic band, she moves them carefully down and over my erection, and I don’t miss her eyes bulging as she sees me standing there in all my glory.
“Your turn,” I groan. Those eyes that I adore are enough to make me come. She tilts her head and pushes her breasts into my face, and my eyes are instantly drawn to the globes of temptation that bounce in front of me.
“You can do it.” She gestures downwards. She doesn’t have to tell me twice. My fingers are in her panties and tearing them down, along with the lace garter, before she can even blink.
“I thought you’d enjoy my garter.” She pouts.
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“Another time,”
“Efficient,” she teases.
“Or so horny I can barely see straight.”
Her hooded eyes stare at me, and before I can move, her hands grip into my hair and pull me closer to her, smashing our chests together. I clench her behind in my hands and I lift her to grind against her pelvis. Holy shit. I groan as the friction of our bodies heats my skin. Her gasps continue to spur me on and I feed from her mouth. Our tongues move in a dual as her fingers tighten against my scalp. I feed on her like a starved man; no one has ever kissed me like this before. She is decimating me, and we have barely started.
“I need to taste you,” I whisper, my lips sucking on her bottom lip. I push my pelvis up into hers and watch her eyes flutter back.
“Come and get me,” she groans, arching her back. I lift her onto the corner edge of the bar top, shaped like an L, moving to the end so she can lie down. It’s like divine intervention when I notice she’s seated exactly where my glass had been only hours before, her legs dangling over the edge.
“I watched you from here,” I tell her as her body squirms on the cold wooden surface. Her chest rises as I run my fingers up her legs to her body. “You were singing to me.”
“Yes,” she breathes, licking her lips as my fingers make a painfully slow journey up to the curve of her hips.
“Now, we can have another performance, Farfalla. I’ll make you sing again for me.”
She shivers against the bar top. I walk along the side of the bar, following her body, and use my hands to travel up her soft stomach until they rest under the swollen mounds of her breasts. I gaze into her lust-filled eyes as my left hand massages her breast while my face moves closer to the other, watching her eyes stare at me as I suck on her erect nipple. She tastes sweeter than anything else I have ever had. I continue to suck, lick and devour her breast until I can’t stand it. She squirms under my touch, her hands clutching the edges of the bench, her moans spurring me on. Releasing the soft flesh, I slowly walk my fingers over her delicious curves, down her hips, and I move in between her legs, feeling the dampness gather there. Fuck. I need to lick this pussy. Raising my head to stare back at her heated gaze, I wrap my hand around her thigh and open her legs wider. I move to the end of the bar for the best seat in the house. She leans her legs on my thighs and I gaze at her swollen pussy.
“I want to taste you here.”
She nods, wordlessly, and I smile. “Has anyone done this to you, before?”
She trembles and looks away but not before I see the faint shake of her head. Fierce need powers through me as I mutter, “Idiots.”
She tenses but not before a single word escapes her lips. “Idiot.”
Her ex has no idea what he had and he never will again. Her legs are tense under my touch so I tell her softly, “I’ll do this only if you want me to. But Hazel, I can tell you that I really, really want to.”
Her body relaxes as she nods. “I want it all, Robbie.”
“What my woman wants, my woman gets,” I tell her.
Nothing has ever looked more beautiful than she does at this moment. She raises her head slightly, her eyes fill with wonderment as they stare down at me. To be the first man to do this to her fills me with such a ferocious pride that I want to fucking roar. I know this moment will be forever close to me. No girl has ever looked at me like this. My heart beats like an African drum, matching the rhythm of blood coursing through my veins.
I kiss inside her thigh and begin moving my lips softly up, memorising the texture of her skin with my lips and tongue, tasting her inch by inch. Her mouth-watering scent has my cock barely holding on as my need for her grows. Right now, this is all about her. My cock can wait.
I begin kissing to the side of the juncture of her pelvis, while rubbing circles up and down her legs. She sighs as my lips come closer to the apex of her thighs. I shift her closer to the bar’s edge and I press my nose against her heat and inhale, delirious with want and lust. With a soft swipe of my tongue, I lick her slowly up and down and watch her hands grip the wooden edge of the bar, as her back arches slightly. I continue to feast on her swollen nub, circling my tongue, sucking and licking against her. My fingers move slowly to her entrance and I swirl my tongue tip against her. She’s soaking, and my inner caveman roars. I continue to suck her nub as my fingers stroke her entrance, slowly entering her. She moans and I lick her again, watching her breasts strain through the heavy pants of her chest.
“Please …” she pleads. “Please Robbie, make me …”
“Yes?” I lick her slowly, watching her body tighten with desire.
“Make me come.”
“Oh, I’m planning on it.” With that, I feast on her delicate nub with more force and begin to stroke inside her while I suck around her clit. My middle finger joins my other, and my movements intensify to match the rhythm of my licks. Her panting increases, her back arches even more, and I look up momentarily to find her hand now in her hair, tugging furiously. I push another finger into her as her mouth hangs open in a silent cry, her body screaming to be heard while she holds it all back. I relish it with each and every lick. Her breathing increases once more and I push against her G-spot, rubbing against it while watching her face stare up at the ceiling. She tightens around my fingers and I gaze in awe as she detonates around my tongue and fingers, in an ear-shattering scream, “ROBBIE!”
Her sweet taste fills my mouth. I kiss her centre delicately as I remove my fingers, tracing circles around her entrance and thighs. Her hands clutch her hair as her chest continues to move up and down in exertion. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasm and I feel the wave of satisfaction plaster a huge smile across my face. My first job here is done.
“Robbie,” she pants. “That was amazing.”
“You were amazing,” I correct her. I wait for her to tell me to help her down when she pats the side of the bar.
“Get up here,” she says seductively. “We technically haven’t christened the bar yet.”
I grip my cock and run my hand up and down, her hooded eyes stare down at me. “You want this?”
“I need it.” She sits up and her breasts move, causing a groan to escape my lips. If I could watch her naked all day, every day, I’d die a happy man. I plant my hands on the bar and hoist myself up and sit next to her, both of us side by side, grinning like fools while our legs dangle together. She kisses me while I weave my hand into her soft hair, each strand softer than the other. Before I can stop myself, I ask, “Do you smell like vanilla?”
“It’s my body lotion.”
“It makes you smell like cake mix.”
“Is that a good thing?” She tilts her head, squinting her eyes at me.
“I love cake. I’m a growing boy.”
She laughs and reaches for my cock. I hiss as she strokes it up and down.
“That you are. Now lie down.” She stops stroking me and presses her fingers into my shoulder, raising her eyebrow, daring me to argue.
“I think it’s my turn to play now,” she purrs. I laugh and raise my arms.
“You have no protest from me, love. Have at it.” My back hits the cold wood as I lay across the bar top, while she awkwardly shifts my leg over her so she is between my legs. I shuffle farther back and can’t help thinking that even though I have the hottest woman in the history of the world naked less than a metre from me, the couch in my office would have been more comfortable. Stop your fucking bitching, man. You’d let her fuck you on a bed of nails. Hell yeah, I would.
She pauses for a moment and shifts her knee up onto the bar, crawling up my body, giving me the hottest view that I have ever seen. I watch the curve of the breasts as they hang in touching distance, I want to taste every piece of her cream skin but not now. Like a tigress, she controls this moment, but her body will be mine, when we later test the durability of every fucking surface in this joint.
I groan when she dips her chest to press her breasts against my chest. My hands
move without warning and I curl them around her sides, feeling the soft moulds of flesh as they press into me. She uses her arm to move her hair from one shoulder to the other, and I move up slightly to taste the skin at the base of her neck. She shudders as my lips trail across her collarbone and then up to her mouth. Her fingers lightly push me back down but her lips follow mine, tasting, licking and devouring me once again. My arms shift to her back as her arms bend and she leans forward, pressing her breasts hard against me.
She shifts her legs either side of mine and I wait for her to adjust. I’m so caught up with her body against mine, marking me, that I forget that I don’t have a condom.
“Hazel,” I groan against her lips.
“Hmm,” she continues to kiss me.
“Condom … in my wallet.” She continues to kiss me but doesn’t move to go get it. “We need it, baby.”
“Are you clean?” she mumbles against my lips.
“Of course. I got tested regularly in the mines.”
“I got tested too. I’m clean. Plus, I always used one of those with my ex.”
I push my hands up to the side of her face to stare into her eyes. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that he didn’t deserve that part of me, Robbie. Have you ever not used one?”
“Never. But it’s also been four years since I was with anyone,” I blurt, watching her eyes widen in shock.
“Four years? Really?”
“No one came close.”
Her eyes clench as she shakes her head. “And I was with my ex …”
I hold her face still so she has to keep looking at me. “No, Hazel. Don’t think like that. Forget it.”
She nods and her hands move and grasp mine. “Robbie, it’s you. I don’t want to use anything. I’m on the pill and I want to feel every inch of you while we are christening this bar. I want you to fill me.”
My cock throbs as her fingers intertwine with mine. Her deep green eyes stare into me, and no matter how surreal this feels, I want to take in every moment, every delicious sensation as I finally make her my own. Nothing before matters. Only this moment. I finally have the woman who has long held my heart in her grasp and now my Emerald Vixen is about to slay me in the best way possible.