WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

“Hold them together. I’m gonna fuck these titties,” he instructs me and I do as he says, cupping one large breast in each hand as I push them together, his cock sliding between them with the help of my saliva.

  Kirk spits on my breasts, and he slides even smoother. I can tell he’s running from his orgasm, trying not to come, but I want him to. I want him to come in this position so I can rub his spunk all over me. Making it my business to push him over the edge, I talk nasty to arouse him further.

  “You want me to be your nasty bitch?” I ask seductively, licking my lips as he thrust his cock between my breasts.

  “Fuck yeah!” He bites out the words and I know he’s not far from losing control.

  “Ooo yeah, daddy. I’ll be your nasty bitch. Fuck me long and hard, daddy,” I say, thinking back to my sex scenes that I write as I call him ‘Daddy’ and arch my back, pushing my breasts forward into my hands as I massage my nipples between the pad of my thumb and my index fingertip. His eyes close slowly and I know he can’t bear to watch me without coming.

  “You like that don’t you, Daddy? You like watching these titties bounce for you,” I move my hands up and down to exaggerate the movement, causing my breasts to shake violently with each of his thrusts.

  “Do that,” he says through clenched teeth.

  “You like that, Daddy?” I ask seductively continuing to make my breasts bounce.

  “Yeah… Oh, fuck,” his eyes close again and I think he’s going to lose it.

  His hips pump more aggressively, and I feel his pelvis bucking against me, knowing he needs the friction. Reaching behind his long rod, I grip his balls in my hand and squeeze tightly.

  “Ahhh! Emily! Fuck!” he yells, almost in a whining tone. He’s on his brink, and I can feel myself racing toward my own orgasm.

  “Yes! Oh, shit, Kirk! You’re gonna make me come again,” I moan, my control seeping through me as I squeeze my nipples. Reaching backward, he shoves his middle fingers inside my wet snatch, curling upward as he penetrates me quickly. Oh, God it’s magnificent. His hips are still thrusting between my breasts and now we’re both on the brink of an explosion.

  “You’re not getting this nut until you come for me, baby,” he warns, and I shriek out, wanting to taste him so bad.

  “Faster, Daddy!” I cry, eager for another climax.

  “I’ll give you what you want, baby! Tell me what you want,” he roars.

  “I want you to come all over me,” I plead.

  “Then come for me! Fuck, baby! I’m about to bust for you. Give it to me, Emily!” he barks and I explode on command, my body feeling like a deflated balloon, as the air escapes me dramatically. My hands struggle to hold on to my breasts as he continues to pump me, now more aggressive since he can focus on his own release.

  “You want this nut?” he growls, his cock sliding between my breasts.

  “Yes, Kirk!” I yell, my own body still reeling from the explosion.

  “Beg for it,” he bites his bottom lip, looking down into my eyes.

  “Please, Daddy! Please! I want to taste you, Daddy! come all over me,” I plead, sticking my tongue out. I can tell he’s about to come before he even pulls his cock into his hand, sliding his grip up and down his shaft fast and hard.

  “Tell me you want this nut,” he growls loudly.

  “I want it, Daddy! Please,” I beg and his eyes hood over.

  “Please, baby! Give me that nut! Come for me! I want to taste you, Daddy!” I beg. My mouth wide as the warm white cream begins to ooze from his cock.

  Moving over my body, he shoots some off everywhere. A little on my tongue, then some on my cheek. Another lob lands on my breast, and even more on my belly, as his body bends over, as he milks every drop from his twitching cock.

  Jumping up, I take him back into my mouth and suck gently as he spasms in my mouth, another lob landing on my tongue as he moans in ecstasy.

  “Fuck! Suck it, baby! Fucking suck it all!” he growls, and I take him to the back of my throat, sucking all of him until he holds the nape of my neck so I can’t move any further.

  “Holy fuck,” he sighs.

  “We’re not done yet,” I bite my lip before running my fingertip over a lob of his orgasm on my cheek, bringing the creamy spunk to my mouth before licking my finger dry.

  “We’re not?” he raises his eyebrow suspiciously.

  “No. You need to help me lick this up, Daddy,” I inform him, looking down to the lob on my nipple.

  Lowering his head to my body, he takes my breast in his mouth, sucking me while slurping his own orgasm. It’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe this turned out to be so good. Running my hand across my belly, I scoop up more of his nut and bring it to my mouth, again licking my fingers clean, as he runs his tongue along my body to lick up anything I’ve left behind.

  We do this back and forth game of searching for his cum, and he let off a large load. Before long there’s no more left, and Kirk collapses on the bed beside me as we both pant in exhaustion after that extreme workout.

  “I didn’t think you could be that good,” he finally remarks, interrupting hard breathing from the both of us.

  “I was thinking the same thing about you,” I smile turning to face him. Our eyes lock and he twists to face me, his hand sliding into my hair as he pulls me in for a deep and passionate kiss. Our arousals still fresh on our tongues. I can taste him as well as myself.

  My body is ragged with fatigue after coming so much and so hard I could easily pass out and sleep for a day. I am completely drained and want nothing more than to fall asleep.

  “You almost made me come in the elevator. I had to get you back,” he smirks, confirming we were playing the same game, challenging each other to make the other climax first and most.

  I’d have to say he won this series, because I lost count of how many times I came. It was so fucking nasty and erotic. I’m already curious when we can do it again, but try to hide my desire so as not to sound like a complete addict after one time. But my God was it good.

  Hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’m not new to this game. I’ve been at the rodeo a few times, and this was just an entirely different level. Kirk is in a league of his own as far as the bedroom is concerned. He owns my pleasure, something that I’ve never felt before. No man has ever made me come on command, or even as much as he did.

  The most powerful orgasms of my life still have my insides rattling, my muscles clenching as the vibrations finally begin to fade for good, although I don’t really want them to.

  “I don’t even know how many times I came,” I admit, looking into his eyes.

  “Five,” he answers quickly as if he’s recounting a score.

  “You kept track?” I shriek in disbelief. He is too much, and giggles take over as he wraps me in his arms.

  “How else was I gonna keep score? Needless to say, I tore you up,” he says softly in my ear and I laugh even harder, shocked by how comfortable I already feel despite how little we know about each other.

  This has turned out to be one of the best hookups of my life, and not because of the sex. I mean, it’s obvious, the sex was incredible and beyond comparing to anything else I’ve ever experienced. But Kirk is more than that, and our chemistry goes above and beyond fucking.

  We laugh together, and look into each other’s eyes in a way I never have with a man, especially after sex. There’s this intimacy between us, that strangely feels normal. How he can be gentle after fucking me so ravenously is hilarious.

  But I guess it’s also a bit ironic how sweet I can be immediately after fucking him so nasty. It’s like we’re meant for each other the way we fit sexually, and the chemistry that follows. My body begins to grow weak as he wraps me in his arms and I relax against his chest. Our bodies mold into each other and our breathing syncs together.

  Asking him to fuck was the best decision of the night, hands down, and my eyes grow heavy as I consider when or if we’ll get to do this again. I know I have to feel him
at least one time, but it’s not my style to crowd anyone and I don’t want him to get the wrong impression about me.

  I have to play it cool, not allowing these orgasms to go to my head and dictate my actions. I can’t come across as a complete addict, not after one time. Yeah, that’s how I feel, but I don’t want him to know that. He needs to feel like there’s at least a little chase to get me sprung, despite that being my current state. Turning me around, he pulls my soft bottom into his hard chest, spooning me.

  His cock is pressed against my ass, and I can feel him twitch between my cheeks, my softness arousing him. Gosh, he seems like he could go again after such a massive orgasm. He’s as energetic as me!

  God, this is going to be so much fun!

  Chapter 4

  Naughty Angel Newsletter

  So remember back in the day (yesterday) when I said I was prolly get old alone by myself?

  So do you know Tia Siren? She is an awesome author. So she messages me today because she needed some info from me and I was all like waking up. But I was like “Hold on I just woke up but I need to get home and get you the deets”.

  That’s right because I totally woke up in some guy’s house. More appropriately in some guy’s bed. Not just some guy but this guy I’ve been crushing on for like a long time since like yesterday when I saw him at the wine bar that he works at.

  But it’s completely crazy because yesterday after I wrote the email for my NL I went back to work and afterwards took my laptop and went to the wine bar with Lana and was drinking and working when this guy who works there comes by just to say hi and tries to sell us more wine haha. I say hi and we’re talking omg. He’s kinda cute but whatevs that could be wine goggles because I’ve had like three glasses of wine and it’s like evening. So we talk some more and he asks me what I’m working on and I don’t wanna tell him.

  But he keeps pressing me and hitting on me sorta and I’m collaborating on a scene with Lana in my head as I talk to him and I’m flirting back and totally giving him the eye and this is usually when guys are like oh ok ur a slut and they get all judgy.

  Then, instead of being all judgy he asks if I wanna hang out and I’m like hello, I’m actually pretty horny lol.

  Well yada yada yada and a few hours later we’re at my place across the street. Where we try and act out a chapter from 12 Inches.

  He’s not boyfriend material. But he was great one night material to make you forget. And put a smile on my face.

  :)

  Hugs and Kisses and Lots of Love,

  Chapter 5

  Kirk

  Holy fucking Christ, this was the best sex I’ve ever had.

  Seriously, I’ve been with more fucking women than I can count, but this goes beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. More than just fucking beautiful, Emily has some moves when it comes to bedroom action.

  “This was fucking amazing,” I tell her, still feeling short of breath. We’re both lying in her bed, side by side, while we stare at the ceiling in stunned silence, a silence I’ve just broke.

  Turning to her, I run one hand down the side of her naked body, and I can’t help but smile. God, this woman’s perfect. The scent of her body is on the sheets and blankets, and I breathe in deeply, taking it all in. I could stay here, in this bed, forever… And that’s exactly the reason I need to get up right now.

  You see, I’m not the kind of guy that goes out looking for a relationship. In fact, whenever someone says that dreadful word, I make sure to get as far away as possible from that person. A small army of women have tried (and failed) to get me in a relationship, and I’ve survived that trap so far; no matter how beautiful Emily is, I won’t ruin my perfect dating curriculum just for her.

  And that’s why, no matter how much it costs, I need to do what I need to do.

  Swinging my legs off the mattress, I sit up on the bed, stretching my back while I look for my clothes. They’re all scattered around the floor, like leaves swept away by the wind.

  “Where are you going?” Emily asks me, sitting up on the bed by my side. Is my mind playing tricks on me, or did I notice a note of disappointment in her voice? Yeah, that was disappointment…

  Here we go.

  “I have to get back to work,” I tell her, trying to act as casually as possible. Truth be told, I don’t really need to go back to the bar, even though we’re one man short, the rest of my employees are capable enough of handling the night shift all by themselves. But Emily still thinks I’m just a bartender, and I better keep that act up, at least for now.

  Forcing myself up to my feet, I grab my boxer briefs from the floor; I start getting dressed under Emily’s attentive gaze, and I have to make an effort not to look back at her. I know that if we lock eyes again I won’t be able to ever leave this room. And the more I feel like this, the more I realize I need to leave.

  “Oh,” she says, that note of disappointment once more in her voice. “Will we see each other again?” she asks me, and this time I can’t help myself; pulling up my pants, I turn to her, my eyes roaming up and down the curves of her naked body.

  Gritting my teeth, I fight against my most primitive instincts and, somehow, I manage to resist the urge to simply climb up on the bed again and fuck her straight into oblivion… again.

  Instead of telling her what I want to say (‘yes, we’ll definitely see each other again’), I push these thoughts out of my mind and, instead, I say something more cool and controlled. “Maybe we should keep things casual, don’t you think?”I ask her, readying myself to see her expression drop.

  Whenever I tell a woman I want to take things casually, it’s always the same thing; disappointment turns into sadness, sadness turns into rage, and rage turns into… Well, it turns into fucking drama. So, yeah, I’m bracing for impact right now.

  Except…

  That doesn’t happen.

  “Sounds perfect,” Emily laughs, throwing herself back on top of the mattress and smiling. “I love casual,” she purrs, and I have to take a step back to understand the way she's reacting. This is probably the first woman I’ve ever been with that didn’t react badly to the word ‘casual’.

  Holy fuck.

  A woman that thinks exactly like I do? Yeah, I wasn’t fucking expecting this. I think I might have struck gold with Emily, that much is for sure.

  “You’re… fine with it?” I ask her, still feeling dumbfounded.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Sliding her naked body under the sheets, she yawns and covers her mouth with the back of one hand. “God, I’m tired,” she continues, almost as if she’s giving me a hint to get the fuck out of her apartment.

  Oh, I like this girl.

  “Yeah, get some rest,” I whisper and, before I can even stop myself, I lean in and kiss her on the forehead. What the hell? Why would I have to go and do something as lame as kissing her forehead? Yeah, I need to leave before Emily turns me into a complete fucking pansy.

  “So…” I start to say as I head toward the bedroom door, “see you around?”

  “See you around,” she nods, smiling at me, and I nod right back at her. I stand there for what feels like forever, one hand on the handle of the door, staring into her eyes as my heart pumps boiling blood into my veins.

  Don’t leave, something inside me says, go back to bed. You both want it!

  Oh, I want nothing more than to slide under the fucking sheets with her for round two… But I’ve never been in the habit of allowing instinct to triumph over logic, and I’m not going to let that happen now.

  “Bye, Em,” I whisper, more to myself than to her, and open the door. As I walk out of her apartment, I feel my heart tighten up. Maybe I shouldn’t have said I want to take things casually… What if she doesn’t want to see me again?

  “For fuck’s sake, you’re acting like a little kid,” I mutter under my breath, closing my jacket as I cross the street. “What are you? Fucking 12?”

  Ten minutes later and I’m back in the bar. It’s alr
eady late, way past closing time, and there’s still a lot of cleaning to be done. Andrew was supposed to be in charge of that, but I completely forgot about updating the schedule.

  Which is exactly what I need right now; as amped as I’m feeling, I doubt I’ll be able to get any sleep tonight.

  Chapter 6

  Emily

  “Now, right! Right, right, left!”

  My body sways from right to left automatically but, truth be said, I’m barely listening to what our dance instructor is saying. She’s shouting at the top of her lungs, dancing as if her life depends on it, but I simply can’t focus on what’s happening right in front of me.

  Not after Mr. Wine Bar took me so well the other day.

  I thought that dance class practice would help me get my mind off Wine Bar, but it’s actually the opposite: the more I move and sweat, the more I remember how it felt to be held in his arms.

  Let’s be honest, okay? Moving and sweating were two of the things I did the most when I was alone with him in my apartment.

  “Okay, that’s awesome, class!” Our dance teacher cries out, clapping her hands together. She’s a forty-year-old woman, but she doesn’t look older than thirty. Being a fit woman is almost the same as drinking from the fountain of youth, it seems. “See you next Thursday!” she continues, dismissing the class, and all of us amble down to the locker rooms.

  I don’t talk with any of the other women as I undress and hit the showers; my brain is still too busy trying to process everything that happened between Kirk and I. In fact, I’m still so dazed by the freaky sex we had that I must look like a zombie right now. Thankfully, everyone seems exhausted from the strenuous workout we just had, and no one tries to talk with me.

  “See you!” I wave to my dance teacher as I head out of the gym, my bag slung over my shoulder. Unlocking my car, I sit behind the steering wheel and rev up the engine. A few seconds later and I’m merging with the afternoon traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge, drumming my fingers against the wheel as I switch lanes. Taylor Swift beats through the car and I let myself wonder what it would be like to be Mrs. Kirk? Mr. and Mrs. WineBar? Having Wine Babies.