“I really want to kiss you, not because you’re convenient, but to say thank you for listening… and because I want to know what you taste like. Which I know is wrong, I mean, I’m married, but it’s been so long since I’ve had that contact with a woman, you know? It’s why I came up here, to avoid temptation and then here you are and I’ve never been so –“ I leaned forward deliberately and placed my lips to his to silence him.
He froze, sucking in a breath and his eyes slipped shut. He melted, it was the only word I had for it, and I softened in return. I closed my eyes and moved my lips over his, gently encouraging and it was as if the last vestiges of his self-control gave way. He kissed me back, his arms twining around me and hauling me up against him. My hands fell from his cheeks, rough with five o’clock shadow, and smoothed down the cool leather of the front of his jacket.
He groaned and his tongue slipped past my teeth, purposefully probing. He sighed against my mouth and I had to smile against his. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his were almost colorless in the moonlight and hooded with a deepening lust mixed with longing.
“You taste fantastic,” he whispered.
“So do you,” I murmured in return. He was so warm, and I found I wanted his mouth on me again.
“Please, kiss me more,” I purred and he obliged.
This time, I sipped of his soul and the images that bloomed across my mind… screaming; yelling, mostly from her as he stood, one hand on his hip, the other grasping the back of his neck to ease the tension there. She railed, calling him worthless, accusing him of being a bad father, even as their children were present and studiously avoiding looking at them both. One thing was clear in all of their bright young faces: they gazed at their father with sorrow, pity, and a clear longing for their mother to just stop it.
What’s more, along with the images, I felt what Riley felt. He loves her, despite how she treats him. He loves her, and the deep seeded sorrow her diatribes sow is something I found myself wishing I could smooth away. Riley was, indeed, a good man, and I felt myself bitterly cursing Doan for being right.
I pushed Riley’s jacket from his shoulders, our lips still fused, tongues dancing, mutual breaths sustaining one another, fueling our desire. He was caught beneath my spell, though he couldn’t, wouldn’t realize it. My heart ached for him, and so I would give him a taste of what he longed for to sustain him for as long as it could. Until he decided what to do, what path to take with regards to his family.
He pushed my jacket back off my shoulders in return as I moved on and rucked his soft gray tee-shirt, proclaiming ‘Army’ in darker gray letters across the chest, out of the waistband of his jeans. His long fingered hands dipped below the heightened hemline of my lace tank top and smoothed along my skin above the denim of my low cut jeans. It felt good. He felt good.
I moaned into his mouth, and encouraged, emboldened, he stripped the material of my shirt gently over my head. My long dark hair curtained my back, keeping most of the chill to a minimum. I wrapped my legs around his lean hips and scooted forward into his lap. My arms twining around his shoulders. We kissed, breaking only to allow me to remove his shirt the rest of the way. He worked feverishly at my jeans, refusing to let me go, so that I could stand up to make it easier for him. He held onto me, as if a man caught in a storm, my body providing him the only safe harbor.
Eventually, he managed to work the denim from my hips and down my legs, taking the black lace panties with them. I had managed to kick off my boots of my own accord. He froze and broke the kiss, his eyes boring into mine.
“Is this really happening?” he asked breathlessly, lips slightly swollen from my kiss.
“Aye,” I murmured and worked him free of the front of his jeans, stroking up the length of his shaft between us. He closed his eyes and groaned, bowing his head, placing his forehead against mine. The peace that flitted across his face made me smile.
“Hold onto me,” I whispered and he did. I twined my legs around his back once more and fitted him inside me.
“Oh, god!” he cried, hoarsely.
“Not tonight,” I whispered gently. For I? I was older than his god.
His body fit mine nicely. He was neither too big, nor too small, but rather just right, and when he thrust up into me, the sensation was as sweet as the wine served at my court.
“Oh, shit. Maeve…” he groaned and the sound was music. I rode him atop his bike like that for some time, though the position provided no true satisfaction for either of us.
“Hang onto me, Baby,” he murmured, and stood; laying me back. Oh, that was nice.
He made love to me, slowly, with surety, and I gave him that love in kind. His fingertips were gentle where they trailed over my skin leaving a tingle in their wake. A sensation, I confess, I had only felt with one other being. I looked past the mortal availing himself of my body and made eye contact with Doan who stood several paces away, at ease, an expression of love and peace on his face.
Riley touched me, his fingers seeking that nodule of nerve endings and when he found it, my hips jerked lightly.
“Hmm, is that the spot?” he murmured, breath warm against my ear, stirring my hair. I moaned softly in reply.
“Yeah, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” he slicked his fingers in my wetness and coated the little kernel, gently prising an orgasm from me. Patiently, diligently, until my back arched and with a soft cry, I came around his cock.
Damn, he knew how to treat a woman. So many of them didn’t.
He kept his thrusts even and slow, and after a short time, his fingers brushed over that sensitive place at the top of my sex. He brought me again, only this time, when I cried out when I came, his voice echoed mine as he came with me, inside me. I loved that. We lay against his motorcycle, panting gently, breath lightly pluming the frigid air. We were warm, pressed as we were against one another. Even still, the chill has a way of finding its way in.
He withdrew from my body with a shudder and found my clothes littered on the ground around us before tending to himself. He turned with a soft gasp when he realized it was more than just moonlight that aided in his search.
“Shh, you’re safe,” I whispered, taking my lace tank from his loose fingered grip.
“What are you?” he breathed.
“I am the Queen of Air and Darkness,” I told him and redressed quietly while he stared.
“I don’t know what that means,” he murmured.
“You don’t need to, just know that you are spared.”
He had made me feel, he had been good, and sweet, and kind. He wasn’t tainted like so many of the rest. I valued that in a man.
“Am I dreaming?” he asked, frowning. I got off his bike and hiked my jeans the rest of the way up.
I bent at the waist and placed my lips against his, his eyes slipped closed and he kissed me in return. When I drew back, I smiled a little sadly.
“When you wake in the morning, yes; you will but remember this dimly as a pleasant dream.”
“I hope not, I hope I remember this for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, you shall, but you need to go. Go back to your children, Riley, and treat yourself better.” I gave him a pointed look.
He tucked himself back into his pants and did as he was bid. He found his shirt and settled his jacket around his shoulders after he’d donned the thin cotton. With a roar, he started his bike, and as if in a trance, he rode home to his kids.
Long after his taillight had dimmed in the distance, I continued to stare after him, a little bereft. I would have liked to have known him better. A low chuckle brought me from my reverie.
“I told you that you had mercy in your heart tonight.”
I smiled wanly, “Tis true, my love. There are times you know me better than I know even myself.”
Doan’s long fingered hands smoothed up and down my shoulders and I leaned my head back against his chest to look up at him. He smiled down at me, his beautiful face filled with the luminosity o
f his love and adoration for me, and I admit, I felt an answering stirring of the same emotion within myself.
I closed my eyes and relished the light tingles Doan’s fingertips left in their wake as they travelled along my skin.
“I love watching you with them,” he said low and for my ear alone.
“I love that you watch me, I love more what you do to me once you have watched.”
“Shall we continue the hunt?” he asked cheekily.
I laughed lightly and tipped my face up for a kiss, which he gave me with no hesitation.
“Take me to our bed, Consort, King, and Huntsman,” I murmured.
“As my Lady wishes,” he whispered.
The End
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Wanting More
Winter Travers
Ricki
He was here. Son of a bitch. Was it too much to ask to have one night at work where he didn't come in?
It was Saturday night, and I was in my typical spot, behind the bar, slinging drinks at The Low Down. Kylie had called in sick tonight, and I was beyond fucking swamped.
“You do know he only comes in on the nights you work, right?” Mickey set her tray on the bar and brushed her hair off her shoulders. “He’s got it bad for you, girl.”
“Is that why he leaves with a different girl every time he comes in?” I felt like I was in grade school if that was the case. All he needed to do was come over and slug me in the arm and his fucked up way of showing me he liked me would be complete.
“He leaves with a different girl each night because you don't give him the time of day.”
I set four bottles of Bud on her tray and leaned against the bar. “I'll tell you right now, if that is Brick’s game, I don't want anything to do with it.”
“Well, all I can say is you know men are fucking idiots. I'm sure in his fucked up mind he's trying to make you jealous and want him.”
“When really all it does is make me wonder how many STDs he has.”
Mickey threw her head back laughing and grabbed her tray. “All I know is if he ever does manage to get your attention, he's not going to know what to do with you.” She headed out into the sea of people, batting off stranger’s hands as she went.
I kept my eye on Brick, waiting for him to make his move. The fucker always made his move.
***
Brick
Every fucking time without fail, my dick goes hard just at the God damn sight of her.
“Hey, Brick. You looking for a good time tonight?” I looked to my left and saw Gina making her way over to me. I shook my head, not wanting whatever the hell she was offering. There was only one woman I wanted tonight, and I wasn't leaving without her.
“Find someone else this evening, Gina. I'm not interested.” Fucking typical. I couldn’t walk five feet into the bar without some chick trying to plaster herself all over me.
“Aw, come on. You know you want to. I can show you things you’ve only dreamed about. Besides, she’s trash.”
My blood boiled at her words. “You might want to pick your next words very carefully, Gina. I’m not in a forgiving mood tonight.”
She curled her lip in disgust but kept her mouth shut.
I headed over to the corner table, the same one I sat in every night when Ricki was working. She was a bartender and never waited on tables. Sitting here, I had a perfect view of her no matter where she was behind the bar.
“Not again, Brick,” Mickey said, walking up to my table. She set a napkin down and leaned against the table. Mickey was hot, and if I weren't so into Ricki, Mickey would be the one I would come here for.
“Can’t help it, Mick.”
She shook her head and set her tray on the table. “She’s like a freight train that’s going to run you over once she gets her hands on you.”
“I look forward to every second.”
“Crazy. Pure crazy, the both of ya. I’d hate to say it, but I think you two deserve each other.” She picked up her tray and pushed away from the table. “The usual?”
I nodded my head, and she headed back to the bar. I scanned the crowd, looking for any other familiar faces. There were always guys from the club hanging out at The Low Down, but they all knew to leave me alone when I was sitting over here.
Ricki was behind the bar, trying to act like she was ignoring me, but I knew she was watching me. It was only a matter of time before I made her mine.
Mickey came back with my drink, setting it in front of me and headed off to check on her other tables.
I leaned back in my chair, my glass dangling from my finger tips and just watched her. She was the sexiest woman here tonight, and it looked like I wasn’t the only one who thought that. I could tell whenever one of these fuckers hit on her because she would laugh and toss her hair over her shoulder.
I used to sit at the bar, listening to everything she said, but it drove me crazy whenever one of the fuckboys would hit on her. I sat back in the corner for my own sanity. Getting into a fight every night wasn’t what I came for.
Her dark red hair flowed behind her as she worked, the tight black pants she wore seemed painted on, and I wondered how hard it was going to be to get them off. She always wore tight, revealing clothes, but she always managed to look classy and sexy. Not like all the other women here tonight who wore too much make-up and looked like they were going to work the corner after a couple of drinks.
Ricki was different, and I was going to make her mine.
***
Ricki
I didn’t know what the fuck his game was tonight, but I didn’t like it.
He hadn’t talked to anyone tonight besides Mickey and a few of his brothers from the club who stopped by his table.
Normally by this time of the night he was eight drinks in and trying to find a lay for the evening. He hadn’t looked at any of the bitches tonight except for Gina when he had first come in, but from the looks of it, he wasn’t interested in her either.
“Did you ride here tonight?” Mickey asked, stepping up to the bar. It was half an hour away from closing time and people were rushing to get their last drink orders in before last call.
I set the glass down that I was drying and looked at Mickey. “How long have you known me? Hell yes, I rode my bike tonight.”
“Dammit, I was hoping you could give me a ride home tonight.”
“You know I’m more than willing to give you a ride home, but you are too fucking chicken to ride bitch behind me.” Mickey looked like a chick who could rip your balls off and shove them down your throat, but she was terrified of riding on a motorcycle.
“Fuck off, you ride a death trap. I’ll walk my ass to the bus stop, thank you very much.” She tossed her rag at me and walked away, her tray tucked under her arm.
“Suit yourself,” I yelled after her. She flipped me off but didn’t say anything.
The drink orders rushed in, mostly bottles of beer with the occasional mixed drink thrown in. It kept me busy, but I always kept Brick in my sight.
By the time two o’clock rolled around I was dead on my feet and ready to get the hell out of here. Mickey was chasing the last few customers out of the bar, but Brick was still sitting in the corner, nursing the same drink for the last hour. “We’re closing,” I yelled, hoping he
would get the hell out.
He just smirked at me and tipped his glass in my direction. Asshole. I wasn’t going to wait around for him to finish his drink and pick out a girl to take home tonight. “I’m going to count my drawer in the back,” I yelled to Mickey as I took the cash box and headed to the store room.
“Alright, doll. I’ll get rid of everyone.”
I waved my hand as I disappeared behind the swinging door and set the money on the counter. I fanned myself, hot from working so hard, but also from the looks Brick had been giving me all night.
His eyes never left me, always watching and waiting. For what, I have no idea. He typically comes up to the bar at least one time to talk to me, but he hadn’t tonight. He kept his distance but still let me know with each glance that he was there.
I pulled my hair off my neck and pulled it up into a loose bun and started counting the money.
My mind kept straying back to Brick as I mindlessly counted the singles. He looked particularly good tonight. It looked like he had just had a haircut and his normal stubble on his face was gone, shaved clean. He was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it. He knew he could have any woman he wanted and it drove me crazy. That was the main reason he was never going to have me.
I wasn’t going to be like every other bitch he slept with that all he had to so was crook his finger and they came running. I had some standards, dammit. Even though I made my living working in a bar, hanging out with all the drunks, I was worth more than a quick roll in the hay.
“Yo, Rick! I’m heading out. I’m going to grab a ride with Jay.”
Fucking Jay. I thought Mickey was staying away from him but apparently not. She kept going back to the cheating asshole no matter how many lies he told her. “Alright, be careful,” I called.
I heard her keys jingle and then the door shut behind her.
This was my favorite time of the night. I had the bar to myself, and I could do whatever I wanted. I finished counting all the money and stuck it in the back office and headed back out front.
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