Stud

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  While the valet brought the car around, Mick put his arm around me and tugged me into his side.

  “I can’t wait until you’re naked on my cock,” he whispered into my ear.

  His words made me all gooey inside, but I wasn’t about to make it easy on him. Turning my face, I brushed my lips over his, darting my tongue into his mouth. “You’re going to have to, because I like a lot of foreplay.”

  I didn’t do shit like this often, so he was damn sure going to make this worth my while.

  He laughed and opened the car door for me.

  “I’m serious,” I told him as he put the powerful sports car into drive and we pulled away from the restaurant.

  “Show me your tits.”

  “What?” I squawked. “This isn’t Mardi Gras.”

  “It’s dark. No one but me is going to see.”

  I bit my lip. I wanted wild, didn’t I? I wanted him to look too. “I don’t want you to crash the car.”

  “I can handle the traffic. I’ll only stare when we get to the red lights.”

  Why not?

  I turned my back to the passenger window, so I was facing him. It was full dark out, so I wouldn’t be giving any truckers or pedestrians a show. Slipping my arm out of my dress, I tugged it down.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, taking his eyes off the road.

  “Not until the red lights.” I smacked him on the arm.

  He reached over and cupped one of my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple.

  “Mmm.” I arched into the caress. It was naughty, and his touch was blissful. I pushed into the caress.

  Putting the car into park at the red light, he darted over to me. Sucking on one nipple first, he left a wet trail to the second one. It was done so quickly, I had time only to whimper a bit before he was putting the car into gear again and driving off.

  Not to be outdone, I leaned against his shoulder and dropped my hand into his lap. Biting down on his earlobe, I rubbed my palm over the hard ridge in his pants.

  “I like the feel of your cock,” I whispered in his ear.

  He inhaled sharply and jammed his foot on the gas. Licking around the shell of his ear, I kissed down to his neck and bit down. I sucked his skin into my mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled.

  “Yeah,” he said, raggedly. Another stoplight and we were in park while he spent more time licking over the hard tip of my nipple. He was getting into it, and my eyes rolled back in my head as each rasp of his tongue sent a trail of desire right down to my throbbing clit. Horns blared from behind. And we jumped apart. I went back to my seat, chuckling while Mick had to take an extra moment to figure out how to work the car. I eased back into my dress.

  “I didn’t tell you to put those away,” he snarled.

  “I’m not getting into a car accident just because I can’t keep my hands off you. I haven’t had sex in over a year.”

  “A year?”

  I swear his voice squeaked. “Yeah, so I’m going to be pretty voracious.”

  “Shit, how did I get to be so lucky?” he asked, shaking his head.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  I hiked up my dress and eased out of my panties. I tossed them at him. “They’re soaked, thanks to you.” They bounced off his cheek and into his lap.

  “I thought you didn’t want me to crash the car,” he said, eyes riveted on the road.

  “I don’t. But I’m not driving and I can’t wait.” I dipped a finger inside my pussy and sighed. “God, that feels so good. I’m so ready to come.” Fingering myself, I arched back in my seat. “Can’t you hear how wet I am?” My arousal was loud in the silence of the car as my fingers rubbed over my clit.

  “Fuck,” he snarled, turning to watch me at the red light. His look was feral and dangerous and my thighs started to tremble.

  “Oh,” I cried out.

  “I want a taste,” he growled.

  I pulled my fingers out and stuck them in his mouth. He sucked on them in appreciation. I liked how his tongue swirled over them. It boded well for other things he might use it on. At the green light, he didn’t need to be prompted. Driving through the intersection, his breathing was audible.

  I went back to playing with myself. “It feels so good to get off.” I sighed, as my fingers traced a familiar pattern through my slick folds and over the sensitive bud. Reaching up, I pinched one of my nipples and my whole body shuddered.

  “Yeah,” I sighed as the wave of the orgasm washed over me.

  “That was too quick,” he grumbled.

  “Everyone’s a critic,” I said, turning around in my seat and fixing myself. “Can I have my panties back?”

  “Not on your life.”

  Cuddling up against him, I stroked his cock through his pants. “How much longer until we get to your place?”

  “Too damn long,” he gritted out, pulling the car into a private garage.

  It took a moment before I realized that we were next to his office building.

  “What are we doing here?”

  “It’ll be another half hour to my condo with the traffic. I can’t wait that long to be inside you.”

  He opened my door and led me to the building. Swiping his keycard, we fast walked to the lobby. I wobbled a bit on my heels and yanked down on my dress. I was a little self-conscious that a good gust of wind would give the security guards a show.

  “Mr. Wentworth,” the two men behind a large counter with monitors said in unison.

  “I’m showing Ms. Cooke where she’ll be setting up breakfast on Friday. Can you make a note to clear her to the tenth floor?”

  He sounded so cool and reasonable, I wondered if I had lost him in the trek from the car.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Propelling me to a bank of elevators, he swiped again and the doors opened. “After you,” he growled, and I realized that the fire was still there.

  “There aren’t any cameras in here,” he said as the doors closed.

  “Why would…” I had enough time to say before he whirled me around so I faced the back of the elevator. I could see him unbuckling his pants in the shiny surface of the elevator wall. I had to slap my hands out when he hauled me back against him.

  “Bend over.”

  I heard the crinkling of a wrapper and then saw him slide a condom on his cock. Lifting my dress over my back, he plunged his cock inside me.

  “Mick,” I cried out, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

  He fucked me fast, his thick length pounding into me. My pussy clenched and spasmed around him. God, that felt like heaven. My hands scrambled for balance as he pummeled into me. My breasts almost shook out of my dress. A scream lodged in my throat. After several more delicious thrusts, though, he pulled out and smoothed my dress down.

  “What?” I said. I was dazed and bereft. That couldn’t possibly be it. Neither one of us came.

  Mick finished buckling himself up just as the elevator stopped and the door opened. I could still feel how his cock felt in me and he expected me to walk? Taking my elbow again, he guided me through his reception area.

  Locking his office door behind him, Mick hit the lights. I glanced around. Nothing had changed since my interview this afternoon. He backed me toward the large couch by the bar.

  “Take this off,” he ordered, lifting my dress up over my head.

  Shivering, I stood naked in front of him. He gave my body a long, slow look before pulling me into his arms. Covering his mouth with mine, he kissed me until my knees wobbled. I fumbled with his tie as I kissed him back just as fiercely. I wanted him back inside me. I wanted him naked. He shrugged out of his jacket as I finally tugged his tie free. Pulling his shirt out of his pants, I went to work on his belt. He pushed me back, and I sprawled on the couch. Mick slid his belt through the loops before tossing it on the ground. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt. “Touch yourself again.”

  Spreading my legs, I cupped my breasts. “Like this?”

  “Mmm,” he said, shrugging out of h
is shirt.

  He had a powerful chest and hard muscles on his arms and stomach. I had a brief glance at his mermaid/Nereid/whatever on his arm before he dropped to his knees in front of me.

  “This is sexy,” he said, touching my belly button ring. He took it in his teeth and gave a little tug. I whimpered and writhed.

  “Please,” I whispered. “Fuck me some more.”

  “Not yet.” Slinging my legs over his shoulder, he dove face-first into my pussy.

  I screamed as his five o’clock shadow rasped against my thighs. “Mick. Fuck. Oh. Yes.”

  I moaned incoherently as his tongue licked me fast. He reached up to clutch at my breasts and I ground myself into his face in ecstasy. The world dropped away as I raced my hips against his talented mouth. Ribbons of joy tickled deep in my belly as he flicked his tongue in hard circles over my clit.

  Grasping, my fingers tangled in his hair. “Don’t stop,” I sobbed raggedly. “Please, don’t stop.” It had been so long since someone paid such special attention to me. My head was still reeling from the quick feel of his cock in the elevator, that this luxurious sensation had me trembling and quivering in need.

  I came so hard, I almost blacked out. Mick had to peel my legs off him. I strove to get my breathing under control.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped.

  I heard him slide the rest of his clothes off, and then he joined me on the couch, putting on a new condom. “Come here,” he said, hauling me astride his lap. Both our hands were shaking as we guided his cock back inside me. I sank down on him. The couch allowed me to take him deep, as my knees sank into the cushions.

  “Oh.” I threw my head back, balancing myself on his wide, powerful shoulders. His stubble rasped over my nipples, and I moved up and down to feel that all over my breasts. When he took my nipple and sucked on it, I bounced on him in earnest. Thick, long, and hard, Mick satisfied every inch of me. His sweet tugs on my breasts just increased the crazy pleasure that was jangling through me. I moved faster, slamming myself down on him.

  Mick grunted and played rough with my breasts. I tightened around him and forced a groan out of him. I fucked him slow after that, raising myself up until he almost slid out and then coming down hard on him until he was fitted deep.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” he said. “Fuck me just like that.”

  My mouth was open in a silent moan as I did as he asked until my thighs burned from the effort. This time, I stayed down on his cock.

  “You ready to come again?” he asked.

  I nodded, kissing him. I loved the feel of him throbbing inside me.

  He stood up and I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to the nearest wall. Pressing my back to it, Mick took over the pace.

  Gripping his hair, I thrust my tongue into his mouth as he pounded into me. It seemed Mick liked it fast and hard. I wasn’t complaining. I came when he sucked on my tongue. He went even faster. Pulling my mouth away to breathe, I took in several ragged breaths while he buried his face into my neck.

  He growled like an animal when he came and that brought me over the edge a second time.

  Chapter 7

  Terri

  “You’re late,” Elaine said, looking at her watch.

  Blow me.

  “I told you I might be. Billy’s therapy goes long on Thursday nights.” I tied my apron on and looked around at the nearly empty café. It would be like this for another hour and then a bunch of people would hog the couches and chairs until we closed at eleven. I didn’t care, let them stay and hang out. It would give me time to make sure everything was perfect for Mick’s breakfast tomorrow.

  Just thinking about him put a dopey grin on my face.

  “Just don’t make a habit of it.”

  And just like that it was gone. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. “Don’t schedule me on Thursday nights, then.”

  “I had to. Louann had plans tonight.”

  Louann was her niece and could do no wrong in her aunt’s eyes. I decided that there was no way I was going to win. So I just kept my mouth shut while I cleaned the counters and restocked the fridge.

  “We need soy milk,” I said, shaking the container.

  “We’ve got a delivery on Monday.”

  “We’re not going to make it through the weekend.” And somehow that would be all my fault if we ran out.

  Elaine slung her purse over her shoulder. “Pick some up on your way in tomorrow.”

  “I’ve got the catering breakfast tomorrow. I won’t be in until the afternoon.”

  Frowning, Elaine sighed hard. “You better not screw that up. Mr. Wentworth is a…”

  “Very important person.” I said it with her. He also fucked like a Greek god, but I kept that part to myself. The dopey grin slipped back on my face. We did it on his desk, against the window, and in the shower in his office’s bathroom. Then after some exhausted but still mind-blowing kisses, he had the same car that picked me up drop me off at home. It was the best one-night stand of my life. It was also the only one-night stand of my life. I had zero regrets.

  Mick Wentworth wasn’t the type you kept, but he was a good time.

  “Did you hear what I said?” Elaine asked.

  I thought about bluffing my way through it, but figured it would just come back to bite me on the ass. “No, the espresso machine was gurgling.” I ran it through a cleaning cycle, hoping she wouldn’t notice it hadn’t been on.

  “I said, Mr. Wentworth was looking for you yesterday.”

  “It was my day off.” I had managed to score a call center gig for the day. It was mind-numbingly boring and I got hung up on and cursed at, but it was a paycheck.

  “And today, he asked for you specifically this morning. He didn’t seem happy to hear that you were closing tonight.”

  I shrugged. “I’m sure you were able to give him his coffee just as well as I could.” But it warmed me up a bit that he had been looking forward to seeing me. I was curious too to see if we still had that sizzle after exploring each other so intimately the other day. I could definitely be persuaded into round two.

  “I bet he just wanted to go over some last-minute details with you,” Elaine said, stomping all over my erotic thoughts.

  “Did he go over them with you?”

  “No, but he asked me to give him your cellphone number.”

  I almost dropped the carafe I was carrying. “You didn’t give it to him, did you?”

  Elaine sighed. “No, even though he was very insistent. I told him to give me his and I’d have you call him or you could call the office when you get in. He said not to bother.”

  “Did he give you his number?”

  “No, he just took his coffee and walked out.”

  That sounded like him. “It’ll be fine. I’m picking the van up at seven-thirty a.m. Even with traffic, I’ll be set up well before nine.”

  “I don’t want a bad report.”

  “Have a nice night.” I waved at her.

  After another frown, she left and I slumped over the counter. What a pain in the ass. But I was glad Elaine had respected my privacy. There was a reason I didn’t give Mick my phone number last night. If he didn’t have it, I wouldn’t wonder why he wasn’t texting or calling. I sighed. It was better this way. I broke my dry spell. I should be good for another year.

  In between customers, I caught glimpses of myself in reflective surfaces. I still had a goofy grin on my face. It was a quiet night, so I was able to personally prepare the platters of food for tomorrow. Elaine had added in a yogurt-and-fruit tray for free. I shook my head. One of these days, I had to ask Mick why she was in awe of him.

  I shooed the lingering customers out the door at ten of eleven and started shutting down the machines. A few minutes later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come in.

  There’s always one. I groaned to myself.

  “I’m sorry, we’re closed. We’ll be open at seven a.m. sharp tomorrow.” I forced a brightness into my voice that I didn’
t feel.

  Mick locked the door and flipped over the CLOSED sign. We were the only two people in the store.

  “Mick?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What are you doing here? You’re not going to freak out about the breakfast tomorrow, are you? It’s covered. You’re good.”

  He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that clung to all those gorgeous muscles. “I missed seeing you this morning.”

  “I was scheduled to close.”

  Walking past the counter I stood behind, he went through the door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY and into the back room.

  “You can’t go back…there.” I sighed. He was already gone. I followed him. “Mick…”

  Pulling me into his arms, he kissed me and of course I melted right into him. Hunger flooded through me as if it were still a year since I’d had sex instead of just a few days ago. I was ready to climb his body like a tree, but I took my time running my hands all over the hard muscles of his back while I enjoyed kissing him back. Plucking my apron off, Mick slid his hand under my Beanery polo shirt.

  He thumbed my nipples while I hummed in pleasure into his mouth. I wanted to talk to him, but I wanted his kisses even more. He really was good at it. I was up on my tiptoes mashing my mouth against his, desperate for more. Grabbing my ass, he hauled me up tight so I could feel his hard cock pressing into my belly.

  “I couldn’t get a thing done yesterday,” he panted as he broke off the kiss to yank my polo shirt over my head.

  “Mick, we can’t do this here.” But then he pulled my bra off and started tonguing my nipples and I thought, why the hell not? Elaine was home, probably asleep by now, and Louann was the only other person with keys. And the last place Louann would be tonight was at work, after she rearranged her schedule to be off.