by Marla Monroe
Tyler stood around six-foot-five inches with thick thighs that attached to a near perfect ass. It was the kind of butt that made her want to squeeze it and pop it just for the hell of it. His T-shirt stretched over muscular abs that odds were formed a tight six pack. His mile wide chest and broad shoulders were drool worthy.
Not by me, though. I don’t drool—much. I refuse to drool over him. He’s off limits!
As far as below the belt line? Well, if she had to guess, his cock had to be more than a handful in girth and from the length of the very noticeable bulge down his inner thigh, Celeste would guess he was at least seven inches. It didn’t seem to bother him to have a hard on either. Good. He needed to get used to it. She wasn’t going to sleep with him, no matter how thick and long his cock proved to be.
Nope, not going there. He’s a heartbreak waiting to happen. He won’t stay long and I’ll be left to pine over him if I let him get under my skin—or my covers.
Celeste had learned the hard way not to get involved with anyone she worked with. She had the scars to show for it, both physically and emotionally. Men tended to be warm and loving one minute and the next full of piss and vinegar. She could do without either and had built up a collection of toys for when the urge hit her. She had a feeling with Tyler working there, she’d get a lot of use out of them for as long as he stuck around. He wouldn’t last. Either he’d leave once he figured out she wasn’t taking him to bed or when the wonder lust hit him again. Men like Tyler didn’t stick in one place for long.
Still, she could look and let him fuel her fantasies. She wasn’t too old at thirty to enjoy a little eye candy, and he was most defiantly eye candy.
As soon as the last customer cleared out, Celeste pulled the till along with the paperwork and headed to the office. The girls would lock up and then clean the place up before going home. She would ask Tyler to watch them out like she normally did to make sure they made it out of the parking lot safely.
Celeste called out to Tyler to follow her. He strolled down the short hallway to the office and took a seat across the desk from her. He seemed completely relaxed and at ease with himself and his situation. She could admire someone like that. If he liked traveling around with no roots to ground him, it was nothing to her.
Doesn’t he get tired of a different bed at every stop and no one he can depend on? I’d give just about anything to have someone I knew would have my back and never let me down. Too bad they don’t make them like that anymore.
“Let’s get a few things straight up front. I own the bar. What I say goes. I have enough trouble keeping it open without the fights, so anything you can do to prevent them works for me. If you’re going to fuck my barmaids or the clients, do it outside of work. Oh, and stay away from the married ones.”
The way he covered his mouth by resting his chin on his hands, she was sure he was hiding a grin. She continued without elaborating or asking him what he thought to go over his pay and then pulled out a folder where she kept the blank employee paperwork. She asked him to fill it out while she worked on the closing paperwork. She set up the deposit, as well, while she waited on him to finish.
Tyler looked it over and then handed across the desk. She took it, briefly looking it over, noting that he didn’t seem to stay anywhere long and had mostly done odd jobs in order to keep a roof over his head and food on his plate. Just as she figured, a drifter. Oh well. He’d last as long as he lasted.
“You’re not much on sticking around for very long, are you?” she asked.
“Haven’t found anywhere I wanted to settle down—yet.” His smile did things deep inside of her, sending warm, wet heat to her pussy in the process.
“Where are you staying? There’s no address on the form for here. All you’ve provided is your P.O. box in Dallas.”
“Haven’t looked yet. Is there a hotel nearby?” he asked stretching his long legs out to the side of the desk.
Fuck! She’d been afraid of that. Could she trust him? Probably not, but she had a shotgun and a semi-automatic handgun. She could protect herself if he turned out to not take no for an answer.
“There are two apartments upstairs. One is mine and it’s off limits. The other one you’re welcome to use. I’ll take it out of your pay. Say, two-fifty a month.”
“Full apartment? Kitchen, too?” he asked.
“Yeah. Small but it’s functional. No one has lived in it for nearly two years, so it’s going to need some cleaning up.”
“Sounds good to me. I can deal with a little dust for the night. Can I borrow cleaning supplies tomorrow?” he asked.
“Sure. Give me another twenty minutes and I’ll take you upstairs. I need to finish the paperwork and be sure everything is locked up.”
She went back to work and then locked the deposit in the safe. She’d take it to the bank and drop it in the overnight slot tomorrow. Then, she checked the doors and made sure everything was locked down tight. When she’d finished, Celeste led him back to the office where she opened the desk drawer and pulled out some keys. She pulled one off the ring before leading him upstairs. Once they made it to the little landing, she turned left and unlocked the door. Her apartment was on the right end of the short hall.
Hers had been completely renovated with all the pipes and whistles she could afford. His, on the other hand, had been updated but not to the same specifications. It was always going to be a rented room for the occasional waitress who needed a place until she got one of her own. It helped her keep help longer than normal for a little country bar out in the middle of nowhere.
Celeste stepped aside and let him go in first.
It was a nice three room apartment with a living area that was separated by a bar from the small kitchen. He walked into the bedroom and she pointed out the queen sized bed and a nice sized closet. There was even a chest of drawers. The bathroom would accommodate him fine. It had a walk-in shower but no tub. She doubted he would care about there not being a tub, though.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think it will do just fine. Nice apartment.” He smiled.
Celeste handed him the key and turned to walk out, then turned back around.
“Do you need to go back downstairs and grab your things before I head to bed?”
“Naw, I’ll sleep in my clothes tonight and set up housekeeping tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Tyler.”
“Goodnight, Celeste. Sweet dreams.”
Chapter Two
Celeste couldn’t get Tyler out of her head. Just thinking about him had her pussy dripping. She forwent a bath, choosing instead to shower. She needed to be up early in the morning to monitor her new employee. Hell, who was she kidding? She was hoping to catch a glimpse of him without a shirt on.
As soon as she’d dried off, she pulled out her favorite toys and lay back on the bed. Her king size bed was a luxury in the small apartment. She’d taken in some of the room next door used for the laundry to give her more room in her bedroom.
She heard the shower turn on and blew out a slow breath. He would be undressing now. Peeling out of that dirty, sweaty T-shirt, revealing one hot inch off flesh after another. Would he have any ink? Drifter, bad boy? Yeah, he had ink. Celeste had noticed that he wore button down jeans and just the thought of kneeling in front of him to unbutton them one at a time to reveal what he wore underneath had her panting.
He didn’t look the type to wear either boxers or briefs. She was almost sure he’d go commando. Celeste smiled, circling her nipples with her fingers, lightly scratching over the hard peaks with her nails.
When she imagined shoving down the tight jeans and his cock popping out, a hitch in her breathing caught her by surprise. He would be big. He’d be heavily veined and more than a handful. It would feel so good to stroke him and hear his quick intake of breath, then a low harsh moan as she pumped a drop of cum from the slit. Celeste had no restraint and would have to taste that drop knowing he’d be salty, but what else would he taste like?
While he finished undressing him in her mind, she fed the six-inch pink butterfly dildo into her wet cunt and pressed the button on the end to turn the battery vibrations on low where she would have to work for the pleasure. The low continuous hum as she slid it in and out of her pussy would build the pressure until she shoved the vibrating butterfly part against her clit.
She imagined Tyler stepping into the shower, the stinging spray of water hitting him in the face. He would lean against the wall to let the water wash over his head and down his back. What she wouldn’t give right then to run her hands up his back to clasp his shoulders while she rubbed her naked body against him. Those tight muscles would bunch at the slightly cool water because she knew he hadn’t waited long enough for it to warm up yet.
Celeste squeezed her breast with her free hand then ran it down her torso to her belly where she flicked her belly piercing. The little stars and moon were her symbol and she had a half-moon tattooed on her left hip. The little sting deep inside of her when she pulled at the ring had a direct line to her clit, and she clenched her ass cheeks at the tingle there.
God, I want him. I want to feel him over me and in me. I want that thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, pounding in and out.
She could think those things without feeling guilty since they’d never happen. She wouldn’t get involved with an employee and definitely not one who wouldn’t be around long enough for the sheets to cool.
The image of him soaping up his cloth and rubbing it over his chest and shoulders had her groaning. How she longed to do that for him. Would he have chest hair? A lot or just enough to sprinkle between his nipples? God, did he have a nipple ring? She inched her fingers lower to circle her clit before positioning the butterfly’s antenna there, not enough to bring her to climax, just enough to tease a bit.
Celeste couldn’t help moving around on the bed as the butterfly teased her clit, reminding her what it would feel like once she pressed it down tighter. The little six-inch cock wouldn’t fill her as completely as Tyler’s hard cock, but it would be enough for what she needed.
He’d be finished with his shower now, turning off the water, but he’d be thinking about her and his cock would grow even harder. She could see him wrap his big calloused hand around the stalk and slowly tug at it as he held one hand against the shower wall.
“Fuck yeah.”
Celeste allowed the antenna to bump lightly against her clit, the little vibrator stimulating it when she did. The vibration shot straight to her cunt, jerking her so that she reflexively pressed the dildo deeper. She couldn’t wait any longer. Celeste slowly began fucking herself with the pink cock in rhythm with her imagined lover’s hand on his cock.
She thought about his hand speeding up a little as he moved his other hand down to his balls where he rolled them gently in his hand, but he wasn’t that gentle with his straining cock. He pulled on it harder and tighter, squeezing it as he twisted at the end.
Celeste’s mouth watered at the thought of the pre-cum that would well from the little slit at the top. She’d dearly love to lick it from his dick. She increased her rhythm with the dildo while squeezing her nipples. Her orgasm began to build inside of her as she pressed harder and deeper with the dildo.
Tyler’s grip on his cock would tighten as he pulled from base to tip and back down again. He’d move faster, up and down until his balls would begin drawing up. He would feel the cum boiling in his balls, ready to explode.
She twisted her nipples, first one, then the other, hard. Frantically, Celeste pressed the button on the end of the rubber cock to turn up the intensity of the vibrations. Then she shoved the dildo as deep inside her cunt as she could manage with the little butterfly massaging her clit as it vibrated. It didn’t take long until she was bucking hard against the bed. She moaned and sobbed out her release even as she imagined Tyler’s cock erupting with cum as he held himself up on tiptoes with one hand planted firmly against the shower wall.
Celeste fumbled with the button on the dildo then pulled it from her body. Little aftershocks thrilled through her womb as she wished for the real thing between her legs. The bulge in Tyler’s jeans looked large enough to fit the bill. Too bad she couldn’t indulge. Work and pleasure never went together. She’d learned that lesson the hard way.
One last thought of Tyler cleaning up and stepping out of the shower and image of his muscular ass clinching with his release sent yet another aftershock rocking inside her body.
The only other downside to playing without a partner was having no one to cuddle with after all that pleasure. A pillow just didn’t do it.
* * * *
Tyler dried off while listening closely to the sounds coming from the room next door. He thought he heard a groan. There it was again. He wondered if something was wrong with Celeste. Had she fallen in the shower and hit her head? He started to walk across the room to grab his jeans when it hit him. She’d been masturbating while he’d been doing the same thing in the shower. His cock hardened at just the thought of her playing with her pussy.
He grimaced and finished drying off. But the thought of her using some toy on herself excited him. How he’d love to watch as she pleasured herself. Then he’d take up where she left off and lick all her sweet juices until her pussy was clean. After she’d come at least twice with his hands and mouth, Tyler would pump his cock into her until they were both satisfied.
Yeah, she was just what he needed. The trouble was, she was off limits. She was his boss, and she’d already made it clear she wasn’t available. Just like Amanda. She’d been off limits, as well. It dawned on him that he’d stopped thinking about her all the time and Celeste had replaced her in his head when he’d masturbated. When had that happened?
Tyler thought about her for a long time after he collapsed into bed. He’d expected to fall right to sleep since the bed was a dream to lay on and he’d already been tired from riding even before he’d helped break up the fight.
Celeste wasn’t anything like Amanda. It struck him as odd that he was so attracted to her when nothing about her remotely reminded him of the other woman. That was a good thing, right?
Maybe I’ve just finally realized that moping over what I can’t have is senseless. I’d never hurt Morgan or Amanda. Morgan is like my best friend.
Which was why he’d hit the road instead of staying back where the others were. Morgan had offered him a job at the shop, but if he’d stuck around, Tyler was afraid something he said or did would give him away. No, it had been best that he leave to find somewhere he could feel comfortable settling down. He could visit them once he’d made peace with himself. Maybe it wouldn’t take as long as he’d feared it would.
Just before he finally drifted off another thought drifted through the haze fast eating his consciousness. Celeste’s lack of help bothered him. A bar as large and busy as Celestial Nights needed at least three or four waitresses and two bouncers, as well as a couple of full-time bartenders. Why weren’t there people lined up to work there? Tips alone would be worth the job.
No, there was something definitely wrong here. He’d figure it out one way or another, just like he’d figure Celeste out, one way or another.
* * * *
Tyler’s alarm on his phone woke him the next morning around nine-thirty. He stretched, then moaned. It was too freaking early to be up after the late night he’d had. That triggered his memory of where he was and why he needed to get up. He pulled on his jeans from the night before just long enough to grab his gear from the bike so he could change into clean ones.
He took a good look around the room. It needed some major cleaning, which meant he would need more cleaning supplies than what Celeste might have to offer. He wondered if Celeste would be awake yet. That thought pulled the corners of his mouth up high. Now would be a good time to find out if she slept in the nude or not.
Tyler walked out onto the landing and crossed to her room. The one that was off limits. He put his ear to the door and listened
but heard nothing, so he knocked. No answer. He knocked again, a little louder this time. Still no answer. Then he heard the ringing of laughter from below him. He stepped to the edge of the landing and looked down the stairs.
Celeste had one hand across her belly as she chuckled at the foot of the stairs. The little wild thing stared up at him with a twinkle in her eye. She was dressed in faded jeans with several holes that had obviously worn through, not designed that way. Her T-shirt looked in about the same shape, faded with a few thin areas that hinted at skin. It looked about two sizes too large for her, as well. She’d pulled her hair back again, but this time it was braided.
“You’ll have to get up a little bit earlier to wake me up, Tyler. I normally get up with the birds. Lots to do today.”
“You’re telling me. I need to go to town, provided there’s one close by, and buy cleaning supplies and groceries.”
“Cleary is about fifteen miles down the road. Can’t miss it unless you blink. They have a general store where you can get just about everything you might need. Can’t promise you can find what you want, though.” She grinned, then suddenly seemed to notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Celeste’s mouth remained open as she appeared to focus on his chest. She seemed mesmerized until her tongue peeked out to run around her lips as if she wanted to eat something. Him maybe? He could only hope.
“Do they have food, as well?” he asked, enjoying the way she seemed to eat him up with her eyes.
“What? Oh, no. There’s a grocery store across the street from it.” Celeste seemed to regain some control and continued talking as he started down the stairs. “There’s also a diner, a small gas station, a bank, and a post office.”
He held back a satisfied smile as he continued down the stairs with her watching his every move. Was that a nervous twitch he saw? Maybe. He reached the last step but didn’t take the one that would put him at floor level.