WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  “You still wanna go to your office?” I wonder aloud, as he looks over my head, gesturing to someone behind me.

  While he focuses on the bartender, I take the opportunity to stare at him without being self-conscious, willing myself to save his handsome face to memory. His nose is perfectly straight and narrow, while his jaw line curves beautifully, rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. His lips are full and pink, and his eyes pierce my soul even when he’s not looking directly at me.

  “Do you trust me?” Kirk asks me with a sparkle in his eyes.

  “Yes,” I answer without a second of hesitation. I do trust him, despite how peculiar that is for me to accept. I’m notoriously untrustworthy, but there’s something about Kirk that just encourages me to put my guard down, letting him in without regard for fear. It’s relaxing and refreshing to give someone such access to me, because it’s been a long time since I gave it away to anyone else.

  “Then come with me,” he says, holding his hand out, and I place my petite hand into his strong one.

  With a slight smile, he begins on his way, pulling me through the crowded bar as people clamor for his attention. His hand waves people off as he continues through the crowd, stopping to talk to no one. When a group of guys get a little rowdy to the left of us, he pulls me in front of him, wrapping his arms around me as he whispers in my ear.

  “Stay close to me. I don’t want to have to kill anyone for bumping into you,” he bites my earlobe once he finishes speaking and I shudder as the warmth in his voice sends shutters down my spine.

  I love his protective nature, and rest my hands on his strong arms as they remain draped over my midsection. We’re moving through the crowd as one now that our bodies are intertwined. I feel like a celebrity the way men and women alike are watching us. Maybe he was serious about owning the bar, because everyone seems to be interested in him, and now me because he has his arms wrapped around me in a territorial a protective way.

  Just after we’ve moved passed the dancefloor, Kirk nods at a security guard, who returns the gesture before moving to the side to reveal a door that blends so well with the wall that I didn’t notice it existed. The doorway opens to a set of stairs, and Kirk kisses my neck before leading the way up the steps as I follow him in silence, wondering where he’s taking me. At the top of the staircase, Kirk opens another door that leads to a narrow hallway, the atmosphere on the second level is much quieter than the bar below.

  There are doors every few steps until we reach the end of a hallway, where Kirk takes a key from the inside pocket of his suit jacket to unlock the door, revealing an impressive office that overlooks the entire crowded dancefloor we just pushed our way through.

  “This is your office?” I ask, turning to face him as he loosens the tie around his neck.

  “Yep,” he says flatly like he couldn’t care less about my inquiry.

  His eyes are roaming over me clouded with lust. I can see the bulge in his pants, and my mouth waters thinking of feeling him harden against my tongue. Watching his lips curl as he reads the desire across my face, knowing I want him badly, I can’t help but cream in my panties awaiting his inevitable pouncing.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I tease, knowing exactly what’s running through his mind.

  “Just trying to decide how I’ll start fucking you,” he says softly, taking two steps toward me before adding, “and how many times I’ll make you come.”

  My thighs squeeze together as my pussy tenses, eager to feel him. He’s effortlessly shifted from the protective and territorial side to the dominating sex god. I haven’t felt a man since we were together and now I’m craving him more than ever.

  “Should we close the drapes?” I ask, looking over at the glass windows overlooking the club. I can see every person in the bar, so I imagine they can see me too. While I’m always down for a freaky night in the bedroom, I don’t like having people watch, it’s just not my thing.

  “It’s double-sided glass, babe,” he snickers, obviously amused by my suggestion.

  “Oh…” I say, feeling a little silly. Of course you can’t see inside.

  “You really think I’d want anyone to be able to watch you come?” he asks, moving even closer this time.

  My mouth dries as I want to ask why he wants to see other people if that’s how he feels. I have to quickly check myself, remembering that a little space and less boundaries could be good. This will help us just have fun, and that’s what’s most important. I don’t want to bore him, and I surely don’t have any desire to come off as clingy, so I keep my thoughts to myself and choose to kiss him instead.

  With one palm on each of my cheeks, he pulls my face to his, kissing me with a vigor stronger than I’ve ever felt. It’s an urgent kiss, his tongue desperate and needy. He’s been thinking about me too, I can tell. I moan in his mouth as my body begins building before I’ve even felt him.

  Kirk’s hand slides beneath my dress, his fingers wrapping around the lace of my thongs before tugging until the soft fabric disintegrates in his hand like paper. His middle fingers wandering the length of my opening before sliding into me as his tongue continues to explore my mouth.

  “I missed this wet pussy,” he whispers on my lips as I pant to catch my breath after be pulls away.

  “Well, what took you so long?” I quip, kissing his lips.

  “Come here,” he growls, lifting me from my feet. My legs spread for him, wrapping around his waist as my ankles lock together on the small of his back.

  With my back pressed against the glass wall, he fumbles with his belt and buckle before siding my body down onto his long rod of lust muscle. He fills me up slowly, as my insides stretch to make room for him. He is the perfect fit and my pussy twists to feel as much of him as possible, before my hips rise and fall, begging for movement as Kirk forces me to feel every inch of him.

  “Slow down,” he growls, slapping my ass harshly as he slides into me slowly, while we overlook his bar.

  “But I want you, baby,” I whine, my body craving him more than I’m even comfortable admitting.

  “Mmm… You feel so fucking good, baby. Shit!” he bites out, his hips surging so aggressively, his thrusts are lifting me in the air.

  “Ahh! Yes, Daddy!” I moan, taking him deep in my pussy, just how I want him.

  I’ve missed him since he left my apartment that night several days ago, and he feels even better the second go around. If I’m honest, I tried to convince myself it was a fluke, too good to be true. I knew it was amazing, but I wanted to believe it was just the luck of the first time, in case I never got to feel him inside me again.

  Now, I was certain. He fit inside me perfectly, and our bodies moved together in perfect harmony from any and every position. There was an electric current flowing between us, and anytime we touched something was sparked between the two of us, but when we really connected it was off the charts.

  “Kirk! Yes!” I scream as my first orgasm prepares to rack through my body.

  He’s pumping me with long and fast strokes, digging deep inside of me as I whimper and moan inaudibly, desperate for more. Words escape me as the pleasure takes over, he feels too good to even think straight.

  “Stop holding out, Emily. I’ll fuck you all night. Give it up,” he growls in my ear, setting me off. I spiral into a swift climax, the kind that only makes me crave more, and now I want it hard and fast.

  Using my legs and pressing my back against the wall, I lift myself, rising and falling on his long hard cock. He’s enjoying himself, but completely in control. There’s no way he’s letting me win this round, I can see that certainty in his eyes.

  “Good girl,” he groans, his biceps barely flexing as he lifts me like I weigh nothing.

  Kirk is so strong and masculine, he makes me feel like a tiny little princess in his big hands. He towers over me, his broad shoulders making him seem even bigger than he is. Our eyes are locked as he slides in and out of my slickness, and I want to loo
k away, I know this is too intimate, but something in me refuses to turn away.

  Our bodies rock and neither of us breaks the stare down as we both march toward a climax. Kirk is determined to give me multiple orgasms again, and I’m not fighting it. It’s the most intense and erotic moment as he fucks me straight into another orgasm, looking directly at me. I feel as if he can see through me, his watching only makes my climax that much more intense.

  With my arms wrapping around his shoulders, I feel my body vibrating at its core as another orgasm pours out of me. Once my body rides out the explosion, Kirk lifts me off his cock and gently places me on the ground, kissing me softly before whispering on my lips.

  “Turn around, baby. I wanna fuck you now,” he says, speaking my kind of romance.

  I spin without hesitation, placing my palms flat against the now moist glass, my back having sweat a little during my first two orgasms. Looking out, I can see everything; the whole dance floor is beneath me and my eyes naturally race for Lana, hoping to spot my friend. She’s going to die when she realizes I’ve snuck away with Kirk again without her knowing.

  I’ve just spotted my friends dancing together when Kirk fills me up from behind without so much as a warning. While I didn’t find it possible, he feels deeper and better this way, and I lean downwards to let my body curve around him. Sinking deeper inside me, I hear Kirk groan loudly before gripping my hips and pulling me towards him hard and swift, fucking me hard while I look out over the crowd.

  It’s such a strange phenomenon, being able to see them and knowing they cannot see me. I’m being fucked and none of these people are wiser.

  “Oh my God, Kirk,” I moan. The taboo of what we’re doing is so hot.

  He’s fucking me in his office at his work, where tons of people could hear us or walk in on us. I think it’s kind of hot though. It would increase the kinkiness if someone were to have walked in and caught us.

  He starts to thrust himself in and out of me, harder and faster. Somehow he’s getting deeper and deeper and I feel he might just tear through me. It’s hot and raunchy.

  “You like it when I fuck you, like this?” he asks.

  I’m not able to breath properly so I can’t really speak. I just nod my head. And moan, “uh huh.”

  He pulls out and I’m about to ask what he is doing when suddenly, everything on his desk is tossed to the floor. He picks me up and places me on his desk. I spread my legs and he takes a step toward me. He holds his cock up to my soaking wet hole and pushes in. Just slightly. But it’s enough to make me moan.

  He pulls back and repeats this. I want to ask him what he is doing but he keeps it going. Each time he enters me a little bit farther then before.

  “Please just fuck me,” I beg him.

  He smiles at me and then before I realize it, shoves himself inside of me.

  “OH!” I yell, almost forgetting we were in his office in a very packed, very public pace.

  He starts to thrust deep inside of me harder and harder. My legs are spread and he has his hands on my thighs, holding me down. There’s a piece of paper digging into my shoulder blade, but I don’t care because everything else feels so fucking good.

  “Fuck me harder,” I say.

  He starts thrusting harder. His cock shoved deep inside of me.

  “You have a perfect pussy. You know that?” he says.

  I bite lip and move my hand to my clit. I start massaging it, rubbing my fingers up and down it and in small circles. The mix of my clit being rubbed and him fucking my pussy hard is driving me crazy. I feel myself getting closer to another orgasm.

  “Are you going to come for me again?” he asks.

  “Uh huh. Harder, harder, harder.” I want him to fuck me harder than ever before, shove his huge cock inside of me over and over again. I want to feel him fill my pussy with his sweet cum. I need it.

  I’m yelling out in pleasure. It feels so good and I feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

  “Don’t stop,” I say as I rub my clit even harder, my arm feels heavy and it’s getting harder to move it but I’m too fucking close to give up. I rub it harder and harder and finally I’m coming again.

  “Oh my God!” I scream, fully aware that other people might be able to hear me. I love the thought of it. The thought of someone walking in on us. Someone maybe being able to see and hear us. Watching us and our every move.

  As I finally start coming down from my orgasm I noticed he stopped fucking me. He pulls out of me. And I moan louder.

  “Did you come again for me baby?” he asked.

  “Uh huh,” I moan.

  “I’m gonna stick it in your ass now, okay?” I nod my head to let him know it’s okay with me. I want him to fuck my ass. I want to feel him tear my ass apart just like he was just tearing my pussy apart.

  He picks me up and bends me over his desk again. But I stop and turn around. I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I take him all the way to the back and deep throat him. I gag a little bit but it isn’t bad. I make sure to use extra saliva. Then I stand back up and bend over for him. He doesn’t waste any time and thrusts hard into my ass.

  “Oh my God!” I moan.

  “Mmm. Your ass is so fucking tight, baby,” he says to me.

  He starts thrusting in and out of me harder and faster. I throw my head back and moan louder. The sounds of our skin slapping together and our moans fill his little office. I wonder if maybe people can hear us. It’s so fucking hot and I can feel myself getting closer again, when he pulls out.

  I look back at him and he’s grinning. He’s fucking with me. He puts his cock up to my pussy and thrusts inside of me. Then he pulls out and does it again. I feel him stick a finger inside of my asshole.

  “Mmm,” I’m loving this. Every damn second is pure ecstasy. I find that I already want to come again.

  He’s fingering my asshole and fucking my pussy and the feelings mixed together are amazing. I reach around in front of me and begin to rub my clit.

  “Are you gonna come again baby?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I moan and rub myself faster. He starts fucking me harder and deeper, thrusting into me with all of his power. We’re moving the desk and either he hasn’t noticed or he just doesn’t care.

  He stops and I look back as he sits down in his chair. He motions for me to come over and I do. I slowly lover myself onto his fucking hard juicy cock. I go down slow, taking him into my pussy. Then I slide up slow. I go down slow and then I slide up slow. I do this over and over again until he finally grabs my hips and starts bouncing me on his cock.

  “Oh fuck yeah. Oh my god. Yes. Don’t fucking stop that. I fucking love that,” I’m saying. But I don’t yell it. I’m being a little quieter now, but it’s fucking hard to. I want to scream and shout. His cock is so thick and is shoved so deeply inside of me.

  “Fuck I love your pussy,” he says.

  He reaches around and puts his hand on my clit and starts rubbing it. I find he does a much better job at rubbing my clit while fucking me then I do. It feels so fucking good and the sensations mix together and are almost enough to push me over the edge.

  “Am I gonna make you come again?”

  “Yes,” I say through clenched teeth. I want to come so bad. But I stop bouncing and instead, I start grinding on him. I feel him rubbing against my G-spot and it’s almost as much as I can take. I go slowly at first. Back and fourth and then I start moving in a circle. I go slow, absorbing all of the feeling of his cock inside of me.

  “You’re so fucking good,” I moan. “Your cock is so fucking huge. Uh. Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard.”

  He grabs my hips and wasting no time at all he begins to bounce me up and down on his cock hard. It’s so fucking hot and every inch of me is craving another release. I want to come again and I want to feel him come inside of me. No, I want to swallow his cum. I want to take his load into my mouth and taste him. It’s so fucking hot and the mental image has really got me going. />
  “You’re such a dirty, dirty girl,” he says.

  He bounces me on his cock harder. And I feel him stretching me out. Fuck it feels so good. My pussy tightly wrapped around his cock. His cock shoved so deeply inside of me.

  “Fuuuck,” he moans as he bounces me.

  I bite my lip and moan with him.

  There’s a knock on the door and we both freeze. It’s a hard thing to do because I was so close again.

  Kirk wraps a hand around my mouth. “Shh,” he says into my ear, which just causes shivers to run down my spine and I can’t help but move on his cock. He grabs ahold of me and pulls me into him.

  We hear a voice, it’s one of the bartenders. She knocks again and asks if he’s there. When he doesn’t respond she tries the doorknob and I’m actually really glad that he locked the door and that she can’t come in and see us here, fucking.

  He thrusts into me as we hear her walking away. I laugh a little bit. He does too.

  “That was a close one,” he says.

  I nod my head and stand up. I turn around to face him.

  “What are you doing?” he asks me.

  I wink at him and then I lower myself back down onto his cock straddling him while I face him. I put my legs through the holes for the arms of the chairs and I feel his cock begin to enter my tight, wet pussy.

  “Mm. I like this. I get to see your gorgeous face and perfect tits while you ride me,” he says.

  The way he talks to me turns me on even more and I start grinding my pussy on him. I grind on him going in circles and back and fourth. Just like before. It feels so fucking good. I wrap my arms around his neck.

  He has his arms around my hips, his hands are on my ass, giving it a good squeeze. His nails digging into it. It’s rough and oh so hot. I start grinding my pussy on him harder and harder I’m getting so close again.

  There’s something about this man that turns me on like no other. He really gets me going and knows how to fuck me so hard and so good.