WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  I close my eyes as the inevitable avalanche comes for me; it hits me at point blank, and makes my lungs work hard as I scream in abandonment. My hands like claws, I bury my fingernails on his pectorals, harshly enough to leave a scar. With a mighty thrust, he pulls me down as I come, my whole body shaking as I moan incoherent words through pursed lips.

  I can barely move, my body succumbing to exhaustion, but he won't stop. He makes me roll to the side, and the moment my knees hit the sheets, he goes to his feet and stands behind me. Preparing mentally for what's to come, I place my hands on the bed's headrest and sway my ass from side to side. Just a heartbeat after that, his fingers once again find their way to my hips. Holding me still, he uses one hand of his and runs two fingers over my folds, spreading my lips wide, and thrusts.

  As his shaft pierces me, his hand slides to my front, two of his fingers then resting right above my clitoris. He presses down, moving his hand in slow gracious circles as his cock moves in and out of me, each thrust of his drawing a moan from my lips.

  He started fast, but even so, he ups the pace. It doesn’t take long for drops of sweat to start pooling on my forehead, my muscles cramping as I succumb to his irresistible punishment. He keeps going until I start to feel numb, my body shutting down at the same time my brain starts to overload. Have I ever been fucked this good? Where has Derek been all my life? I’m half-tempted to chain him to my bed and keep him as a pet… A pet that lives to serve and please.

  Gritting my teeth, I lean forward and press my forehead against the bed, my body bouncing with each thrust of his. I growl through gritted teeth, tension building up inside of me in a way I never experienced before. It’s almost too much; there is an edge of danger to the way pleasure is crawling under my skin. But Derek doesn’t care about any of that; he simply pounds into me viciously, his thick cock obliterating all semblance of rationality from me. As a vicious orgasm looms in the horizon of my mind, I turn into an animal, prey, and predator at the same time. I scream, my throat growing sore as the sound of my voice fills the room and threatens to break glass. And he still keeps fucking me, rocking his hips as if today was his last day on Earth. Sweet God, if he keeps ramming his cock inside of me like this, I don’t know about him, but it sure as hell is going to be my last day on Earth.

  Going fast and without a trace of mercy, he keeps fucking me through my orgasm, my mind imprisoned in pleasure’s peak and not allowed to come down. I’m grabbing the bed hard, my knuckles white from the strength I’m using, as my body moves in submission to his thrusts.

  I don’t even know if I’m still screaming. I don’t know if I’m moaning. I know nothing. Pleasure has raged through me and made me blind, deaf, and plucked me out of this existence. And, with each thrust of his, that disconnect from the real world becomes even bigger.

  Thunder and lightning crashing inside of me, I come again, my body collapsing on the bed like crumpled paper. I tremble and shake as, finally, he pulls his cock out of me. I still feel his long fingers on my lower back, my whole skin feeling as if it were on fire. Because, in a sense, it really is—all of me is on fire. My body has gone through the flames of ecstasy and survived the trip, barely, but still.

  I take a deep breath, my muscles still twitching as if I’m having a seizure, and slowly roll to the side. I force my eyes open and look at Derek. There’s mischievousness flickering behind his eyes, almost like a threat, and that makes my heart pick up the pace and start drumming louder again.

  With two fingers under my chin, he makes me look straight into his eyes, and then smiles at me. He leans forward, and then gently brushes his lips against mine, my body still reeling from all the pleasure and destruction he inflicted upon me.

  “Tired already?” he says with a smirk, his long fingers running down my neck and tracing the uphill curve of my breasts. He softly pinches my right nipple, a moan leaving my lips the moment he does it, and then lets both his hands run down my body to my knees. Still grinning, he pushes my knees aside, his hungry eyes wandering to between my legs, and then goes down on his knees.

  I don’t even bother responding to his question. Tired? I wouldn’t even put it in such terms. I’m utterly and completely spent. But, of course, if he’s still willing to go for more… Who am I to deny it? It’s not like being tired has ever stopped me from doing anything. And, besides, Derek is one of a kind. I’m not letting this moment go to waste. As such, I do nothing as he places his lips on my knees, and then starts to gently kiss my leg, always moving toward my inner thighs.

  Somehow, my body is pushing through exhaustion. My heart has regained its rhythm, pounding hard inside of my chest as it forces a blend of adrenaline, endorphins, and pure ecstasy to rage through me. Each times his lips touch my skin a slight shiver goes up my spine, like a small whisper of anticipation. As he approaches my inner thighs, my hands go to his hair, and he reacts by lunging forward, attacking me like a famished predator. He wraps his lips around my battered pussy, sucking my pussy folds and flicking his tongue at me. I curl my fingers in his hair, pulling harshly on stray locks, but he doesn’t even react. He simply keeps licking me, spears of mind-numbing pleasure piercing my mind each time he flicks his tongue against my clit.

  How many times have I already come? Did I beat some kind of personal record? God, I can hardly believe that he’s still between my thighs, sucking and licking my sensitive pussy after fucking me like no one has ever done before. I didn’t even know guys like Derek Lowell existed. They were too impressive to be real. I couldn’t be gladder that I was proven wrong.

  He quickly derails my train of thought by sliding a finger inside of me in a hook motion, his fingertip touching my G-spot and applying that perfect maddening pressure. I sway my hips from side to side, something fierce and intense bubbling up to my mind’s surface. He doesn’t stop me from moving. Instead, he accompanies my movements with his mouth, wrapping his lips around my clit as he slides one more finger inside of my pussy.

  Gritting my teeth, I prepare for the final explosion, my body already anticipating an orgasm so powerful I’m not even sure if I’m going to survive it. Derek keeps sliding his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace, moving them upward until they touch my G-spot and then back out again. He does it over and over again, an old familiar pressure mounting inside of me.

  “Oh, God…” I moan. I’m going to squirt, I really am. I pull on his hair, trying to force him back, but he resists me. He merely looks up at me, these eyes of him brimming with sin, and starts to go even harder. I throw my head back, surrendering to the inevitable, and close my eyes. “Oh, fuck…”

  I scream as loud as I can, impossible flames of pleasure washing over me. It’s as if my body is dissolving, flesh and bones just a detail of my existence. My nerve endings are being scorched, bright lights exploding behind my closed eyelids. I feel something inside of me stirring and then, like a dam bursting, I squirt all over his face.

  A continuous moan on my lips, I keep holding his head in place as I feel my pussy unleashing hell all over him. I feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs, coating my skin in a perfect decadent scenario. Gently swaying my hips, I rub my pussy all over his face, making sure that I cover him with my own juices.

  Only then does he pull out, a grin on his lips. His skin is glistening, and even his hair is wet. My eyes go down his body, finally focusing on his still pulsing and eager cock.

  “Come for me…” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth as if they weren’t my own.

  He rises to his feet, towering over me, and I do nothing but look in awe at the perfect man in front of me. Grinning, he grabs his cock with his right hand, and with his eyes never leaving mine, starts to stroke himself. His hand goes back and forth over his length, my mind burning as I see him do it.

  “Come for me…” I repeat, the words sounding honeyed and mellow. He starts to stroke himself faster, his eyes wandering all over my body, taking in my curves and shape. I breathe out sharply, still trying to proc
ess how amazing it is to have a man like Derek worshipping my body. Because that’s what he’s doing; he’s worshipping my body, stroking himself as fast as he can while he looks at my naked body, his ravenous eyes focusing on my tits and then slowly hiking down to my drenched thighs.

  I look up, my own eyes going over the perfectly carved ridges of his abs and then settling on his beautiful face, my juices dripping down from his chin to his neck. He’s not even touching me anymore, but I can’t help but moan, my heart filled with an overwhelming feeling of lust, desire, and sinful completion.

  He grits his teeth then, and in a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm against his fingers. He keeps moving his hand over his cock, thick ropes of cum flying from his tip into me, white strands of it hitting me straight in the chest. As the seconds go by, he starts to shoot even more semen; his warm cum hits me straight in the face, coating my skin and dripping down my face and over my mouth. I lick my lips dry, taking his saltiness inside my mouth as he keeps on gushing all over me, completely covering my naked torso.

  An unconscious desire taking hold of me, I grab my own breasts, squeezing them and rubbing them, spreading the semen that covers me. As his cock stops gushing onto me, finally stopping to pulse in ecstasy, Derek goes to his knees again, fitting his torso between my thighs. Eyes locked on mine, he leans into me; he parts his lips then, his tongue darting out and running from my navel to between my breasts, scooping up all the semen in the way. He smiles at me, his lips covered in cum, and then takes one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it dry.

  I place both my hands on his jaw and pull him into me; supporting myself with his hands on my knees, he reaches for my mouth with his own. He lets his tongue out, his own juices covering it. Instead of simply kissing him, I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck on it, letting him feed me his cum.

  I close my eyes as my brain processes his salty and manly flavor, but there’s also a hint of my juices there, a remnant of me squirting all over his face. Oh, I feel dirty, and it feels so damn good to be dirty.

  His lips brush against mine then, and I open my eyes, a gentle smile dawning on me. I’m still in a trance, not sure if everything that happened wasn’t just a dream or an illusion.

  Where has this guy been all of my life?

  Derek

  My eyes snap open and I look at the bedside clock. It's 6:35 am. I've never been one to sleep in. I'm an early riser. I can't help it. I have a morning routine that involves coffee, checking urgent email, making a mental checklist for the day, and exercise.

  It never involves … a woman in my bed.

  And yet, here she is. Alicia. I look over and see that this isn't going to be a normal morning. There's a sliver of sunlight dancing across a tuft of her blonde hair that's poking out from the comforter.

  A tinge of unease hits me. Do I check my email, or do I lie here and wait for her to wake up? Fuck. Do I drape my arm around her, or do I stick to my side of the bed? It might sound ridiculous, but this is new territory for me, so don't laugh.

  But none of that matters because before I can even make a decision, I see her stir. She pulls the comforter down, opens her eyes, and smiles.

  "What time is it?" she asks.

  "It's early. A little after 6:30."

  "Oh, I need to leave," she says, sitting up. The comforter slides down and for a quick moment, her perfect, naked breasts are exposed. She quickly grabs the comforter in both hands and pulls it back up to cover herself.

  I smile. Just that one peak of her nakedness has made my cock twitch. She thinks I didn't notice.

  "Someone's in a hurry. You have to leave right this minute?" I ask.

  "Yeah, I have to get to Carter Jeffries soon. I can't be late," she says. "And besides, I'm sure you have a busy day… whatever it is that you do."

  "It's only as busy as I want it to be," I say, testing the waters. Will she elect to stay or go? You'd think after the marathon sex session we had last night that my cock wouldn't be twitching in my pants right now, right? Well, that's wrong.

  "Okay, well, I'm not sure what this is, but—"

  I cut her off. "This is us having a good time," I say.

  "Right—a good time. I had a nice night. I'll go ahead and grab my things."

  By her tone and body language, it's obvious she's never had a one-night stand before. She starts reaching for her clothes that were scattered around various corners of the room last night, and I pat the bed.

  "Come here," I say.

  She smiles and sits down next to me. I reach up and stroke her cheek.

  "I'm not letting you leave yet," I say. I pull her down onto the bed next to me and bring my lips to hers. A soft moan escapes from her mouth, and I nibble on her neck.

  "I really … should … probably go," she manages to say in between me kissing her neck, but her words don't match her body language, and I'm unconvinced.

  "Well, that's too bad," I say, joking. I get up and stand next to the bed. I'm naked and my manhood is standing fully erect, like a giant fucking totem pole. She can't look at it without blushing. "If you leave now, you'll miss all of this."

  She looks down at my cock and blushes before looking back at my face. I start walking to the bathroom, and as my back is turned I say, "Or you can come join me."

  I turn on the shower, allowing the glass doors to steam up. Within a moment I hear her approach. I turn and see her standing in the doorway. She's naked except for her pink lace thong, which she hooks with one finger and slowly pulls down over her hips and thighs. She has a soft smile on her face as she walks toward me.

  My cock is already throbbing. She's so fucking stunning. I've had my fair share of women, but there's something about Alicia that I can't get enough of. No other woman has turned me on as much as she does.

  "You win," she says.

  I reach over and place one hand on her lower back and bring her body close to mine until her soft breasts are pressed against my body. I reach over and slide the glass door to the shower open and she follows me in. The warm water cascades all around us.

  I cup her breasts in my hands and lean down, placing one in my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around her nipple and then gently tug on it with my teeth.

  "Oh, God," she moans. And I allow my mouth to travel further down from her breasts and down her flat stomach, down to her inner thighs. The lower I get, I can detect a slight shiver in her body. There's an eagerness that spurs me on, and I lean in, pressing my mouth to her pussy as she leans back into the shower wall.

  She grabs my hair, raking her fingers through it.

  I nude her legs further apart and she eagerly complies. I could taste her for hours, but now I just want to fuck her. It has become a primal need.

  "Turn around," I command her, standing up. She now has both hands on the wall, her ass toward me and she's letting out soft moans.

  I align myself with her entrance and she presses herself into me. She's so wet that my cock slides in, but she's tight, so I start off slow. I take my time until I'm in up to my hilt.

  "You want this?" I ask, stopping for a moment.

  "Mmm yes," she purrs.

  "Say it."

  "Yes, I want it."

  "Say it again. This time like you mean it."

  "I want it," she moans. "Fuck me, Derek."

  Hearing those words spurs me on like never before. I slide in and out of her with each new thrust, my pace quickening. I feel her wetness coating my cock and I thrust faster and with new intensity. I can feel my balls slapping against her thighs and she reaches down, grabbing my balls in one hand and fingering her clit with the other.

  "Oh god," she screams, her pussy tightening around me. She throws her head back and I place my mouth on her exposed throat. She moves her hands to my arms and grabs hold of me as an orgasm courses through her entire body. Feeling her tight spasms takes me to the edge and I can't hold it any longer. I shoot ropes of cum inside of her as her pussy continues to milk my cock.

  I lean in and give her anoth
er kiss. "That's one way to jumpstart a morning," I smile.

  "Yeah, that was pretty good."

  I raise one eyebrow. "Pretty good? Is that all?"

  "Okay, it was great," she giggles.

  We step out of the shower and towel off.

  "I better get to work for real this time," she says. "I can't afford to be late to work. But I'd like to do this again sometime—I—I mean, if you want to. Or if you don't, that's fine too."

  "I'd like that," I smile. It's almost cute the way she's trying to remain aloof—to not wear her heart on her sleeve, but I can see right through it. She's enjoying this, and I am too.

  I lean in and give her one more kiss. "Can I tell you a secret?" I ask.

  "Of course, anything," she says.

  "It's about Carter Jeffries. I know you're headed there now, and this has to remain between you and I."

  "Cross my heart," she says, placing one hand on her chest. "You can tell me anything."

  "Someone is embezzling money from me," I say. "And I believe it's from someone at Carter Jeffries."

  Alicia

  "So, do you think that I like don't notice you're so totally wearing the same clothes as you were yesterday?" Ashley asks me as we both grab our chicken rice from the food truck on the corner of 52nd and Park Avenue.

  Okay, when I say food truck, I mean one of those chicken and lamb over rice kind of places.

  And yes, I totally heard what Ashley just said to me, okay?

  But I mean, what am I going to say in response to that?

  "Yo, Earth to Alicia," Ashley says, as she looks in my direction as we sit down on the steps of the Seagram's building. "Are you even listening to me, or are you in like some weird billionaire sex coma?"

  Okay. I need to figure out what to say to make her stop.

  "Ash, we really gotta stop eating food like this for lunch, girl," I tell her and give her a pout. "Not when we're doing Pilates that leaves us so not able to walk the next day."