by Jax Hart
It’s almost six. Spence is picking me up here at the campus library. After our economics class, he walked me to the student union and bought me a latte before kissing my cheek and telling me he’ll be counting down the minutes to our date.
He is such a gentleman, unlike Duke who just charged into my life and put his hands on me as if it was his birthright.
I quickly gather up my books and close my laptop. The heels of my low boots click on the floor as I enter the bathroom to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss and brush out my hair. I look good but nothing like when I’m tending bar. My skinny jeans tuck nicely into my fall boots and although my long sleeve top hugs my curves, not a trace of my ample cleavage pops out. After one final glance in the mirror, I push open the door finding him waiting.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks, Spence,” I laugh, “but you already saw me wearing this—this morning.”
“And you looked beautiful then, too.”
His words make me smile. Spence is so sweet to me. I don’t protest as he takes my hand in his and leads me to his shiny, new BMW parked outside.
As he drives us to dinner, he makes me laugh with the stories he tells me about his fraternity brothers at Delta Kappa pranking the fall pledges.
“We are throwing our fall festival party next weekend, you should come Shanna.”
“I’d love to, but I’m working.”
“Oh, that’s right. You mentioned before that your family owns a restaurant?”
“Ha,” I laugh. “It’s more of a bar, but I’ve been working on expanding our clientele. I hired a chef a few months back, straight out of culinary school in San Francisco and I’ve been able to squeeze enough of a profit out and invest it right back by refurbishing the place.”
“I’m impressed. You are quite the business girl, huh.”
I can tell by the look in his eyes, he means it. I grin, liking how Spence makes me feel accomplished, valued even. Like, I’m not just a pretty piece of meat men like to fantasize about fucking.
“Thanks. It’s a lot of work and my back aches constantly, but I love it.”
“I give the best back rubs. Have you seen these hands?”
His eyebrows wiggle at me as he holds one hand out from the steering wheel.
“Oh my, yes I bet you do.” I wiggle my eyebrows right back.
He grins and returns his eyes to the road. And I realize the last few minutes were the first where thoughts of Duke didn’t run through my head—on repeat.
Maybe Spence can make me forget about Duke and the way it feels every time he’s near.
It’s worth a try.
The candle flickers between us. Spence reaches across the small table and covers my hand with his. I smile at him over the rim of my wine glass. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m about to fall off the edge of a cliff but as his thumb strokes over the inside of my wrist: I know he’s not innocent. He might not be as bad as Duke, but he still has moves.
Spence’s eyes smolder at me and I know I’m going to let him kiss me later. I need him to help me forget about Duke. Besides, I’ve been flirting and texting with Spence well before I even met Duke. We’ve been in at least one class together a semester and Spence at least has the manners to take me on a date; treating me like a lady. He takes out his wallet and hands our waitress a black American Express card.
The expensive bottle of Cabernet, Spence bought for us has made me drowsy and relaxed especially after a long day on campus. I can’t help but to yawn and smile sweetly at him.
“Come on sweetie. It’s a long drive home.”
He stands up holding out a hand. I take it and he tugs me, pulling me flush against his muscular body. He’s not a giant like Duke, but is still lean and cut. My nose finds his neck and I inhale his expensive cologne feeling a tingle between my legs.
Ever since Duke put his hands on me, he’s awakened the sexual goddess inside I’ve kept dormant.
I rub against Spence, like a cat purring and rubbing against her owner, begging to be pet. The wine has relaxed me beyond the point of caring that we are in a fancy restaurant. It’s dark and romantic in here. I’m sending Spence an unmistakable signal that I’m open for him to touch.
But as he pulls back and cups my face with his hands before bringing his lips down on mine; I can’t tell if it’s him I want or the satisfaction of knowing that letting Spence touch me is going to burn Duke; the way he’s been making me burn.
Spence’s lips nip at mine playfully before I open and let him thrust his tongue inside. He tastes like wine and smells like Ralph Lauren.
His tongue sweeps in finding mine, skillfully dueling with it.
It’s a spark but not a fire.
The waitress clears her throat. Spence breaks our kiss turning to take his card back, but not before giving me a quick wink.
He slips his card back in his wallet and puts an arm around me. I lean my head against him as he tucks me closer to his side leading me to the car.
Like a true gentleman, he opens the door for me. As I sit in the cool leather seat, he reaches for the belt buckle and slowly slides it across my breasts. The sound of it clicking firmly into place causes him to grunt. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
He takes one hand and slides it to the front of his crisp trouser pants. My eyes widen seeing the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric.
He removes his hand and slides it down the front of my shirt that now hugs my breasts tighter than before since the seat belt constricted it.
I moan as Spence’s fingers find my nipples and rub round and round. The sensation feels so good; the dull ache between my thighs throbs like the beat of a drum. And suddenly it dawns on me: Maybe it’s not Duke. Maybe, he doesn’t hold some dark magic over me. Maybe—I’ve just been repressed for too long. I’m young and fertile and haven’t known a man’s touch before. The feeling of hands that aren’t my own tugging and pulling on my tits feels foreign and decadent.
I moan, thrashing my head from side to side.
“Just wait Shanna. Fuck. I shouldn’t have started this here.”
He moves away from me shutting the door and quickly rounds the car yanking the driver’s side open.
Wordlessly, he turns the car on and parks on the far side of the lot away from prying eyes. He unbuckles both our belts and twists his hands through my hair as he yanks my face closer.
This time his kisses are wild. His fingers unzip my jeans and pushes aside my panties so he can dive right through my folds. He fingers me while his tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth.
I push a hand between us and work it inside his fly trying to take him in one hand.
He’s not as hard and thick as Duke. I try not to be disappointed but at least if I let Spence take me he wouldn’t split me in half since he’s about half Duke’s size.
Spence snakes his other hand up under my sweater and palms my breasts while his other alternates between rubbing my clit and fingering me.
I shut my eyes, trying to block out the fantasy that it’s Duke who is working me over. But there’s a definite difference between how he touched me and how Spence is trying to make me come.
Spence is quick and fast touching me everywhere at once; while Duke’s strokes were heavy and slow; deliberate. But when Spence pushes my bra to one side to suckle on my nipple while his fingers rub my clit hard making me come all around him seeing another man’s triumphant smirk. I knew this was wrong.
“Oh god Shanna, you’re so fucking hot!”
He pumps into my hands; I feel him shudder as he unloads.
“FUCK!” He groans, pulling away and collapsing back into his seat panting.
“Best first date ever,” he grins reaching over to open the glove box and taking out a handful of napkins.
As I re-adjust my clothing, I look out across the parking lot, suddenly feeling dirty and cheap. It’s confusing because even though Duke spoke guttural, kinky words when he touched me… I felt angry after but never cheap or dirty.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
But I don’t look at him. Instead my face presses against the tinted glass window. My body jerks forward as he slams on the brakes. He forces my face to his by grabbing me by the chin.
“You’re fucking hot Shanna. I’m sorry—once I started touching you… I couldn’t stop.”
He presses a soft kiss to my mouth before pulling back and rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip.
“It’s okay Spence. I wanted it too. I’m just sleepy now is all.”
He chuckles low in his throat, “A good orgasm will do that to you. I felt you come all over my hand. I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock.”
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I don’t move that fast.”
He doesn’t say anything but studies my face in the darkness before putting his powerful car into gear and peeling out onto the road heading north towards Springdale.
My head falls back. I smile briefly before sleep takes me. He’s right, wine and an orgasm will make you fall asleep like a baby.
“Wake-up sleepy, we’re here.”
My eyes blink trying to focus. I’m confused finding myself in Spence’s parked car outside my bar.
“I wasn’t sure where you lived, but you mentioned the name of your place in class, so I plugged Stan’s into my GPS.”
“It’s okay. This is fine. I should go in and check on everything anyway. Do you want to come in?”
“No. It’s a long drive back and it’s late.”
“Right,” I answer pushing my door open.
He opens his too, meeting me outside. His body presses me against the car as he finds my mouth. He puts his hands on my ass, pulling me into him and I shiver in the cold. Spence must think it was because of his kiss because he groans against my mouth and has the gall to spank my butt playfully before prying his lips off mine. “I had a great time with you tonight. I’ll see you in class… and Shanna, try to get next Saturday off—I want to show off my girl.”
“Good night. Thanks for the ride,” I call out before turning around and walking towards Stan’s.
I push the heavy door open, finding Federico standing just inside.
“Hey, how was everything tonight?”
“Fine,” he shrugs. “Just the regulars. It was slow.”
I nod tiredly, moving past. The clock above the bar reads 12:45. We close in fifteen minutes. I might as well do a quick inventory check before closing. I figure I’ll get a ride home with Tina or the chef, Frank.
Tina looks up at me with surprise, “Hey boss what are you doing here?”
I shrug and move past the bar down the dimly lit hall towards the supply closet while digging in my purse trying to find the keys that will unlock the door where I store thousands of dollars’ worth of alcohol.
I flick on the light and take the clipboard down from where it hangs on an old nail.
My eyes briefly scan the check marks where Tina marked off what brands of beer need to be re-ordered.
The door squeaks open behind me right before the lights are flicked off. The slide of the inside deadbolt locking is the only sound in the dark.
Strong arms haul me backwards.
“I can’t believe you let him fucking touch you. I’m not sure who I’m gonna kill first: You or him?” He rasps against my ear as his beard tickles the side of my face. The sound of angry breathing fills the air.
My heart races because I’ve really pissed him off. I always saw the controlled danger in him and wanted to push him to his limit but not like this.
“Y-you saw us?”
He doesn’t answer.
I feel a shudder run through him as he drops his head against my neck and his hands clench on my thighs.
He gulps in a deep breath before yanking my hair back and scraping his teeth across the soft skin of my neck.
“I smell him on you. I fucking smell another man on you—Shanna!” He roars.
“What the fuck, Duke? You don’t own me. I went on a nice date with a good man—a man who doesn’t paw me like an animal. You have no claim on me.”
“The hell I don’t,” he growls.
He jerks me around and even though it’s too dark to read his eyes, there’s no mistaking I’m in the dark with a demon.
Adrenalin courses through me; I’m not tired anymore. I’m primed and ready to hate/love him just the way he wants to hate/love on me.
He’s still.
The only sound filling the air is his breath panting like a bull about to enter the ring. I gasp as his hands reach down and in one swift, violent move—my sweater is yanked over my head and thrown to the floor. Next, his hands reach around my back unhooking my bra. He wastes no time burying his face against my double D’s.
I gasp in ecstasy at feeling his soft head and beard rubbing against my skin.
“You like that, princess? Just wait—I’m going to erase the memory of any other man touching you.”
His hot mouth opens, clamping down on my tit. He sucks hard while his tongue rolls around my nipple. He alternates sucking and pulling while nuzzling his face against my full breasts.
“Did he do this to you? Did you let him suck on my tits?” He roars.
I whimper in agony. I can’t admit I was a fool and let Spence have what should’ve been his.
He spins me around and yanks my jeans down before pushing me down on his knee. I jump at the feel of a hard smack landing on my ass. But then his large palm rubs over it temporarily relieving the pain.
Until another hard slap lands.
“I’ve wanted to touch this ass for days. But not like this,” he rasps. “Fuck… you are making me do this Shanna—for being such a bad girl. I need to fucking see you baby.”
I’m shredded by the angry hurt in his voice. Never thinking a beast of a man like him felt pain. But he did tonight. My actions slayed him and now I must pay the price.
His long arm, reaches behind him and I blink as the lights turn back on.
He groans rubbing his hand across my plump ass. “Fuck Shanna, I could come just from the sight… ”
“Ah,” I rasp feeling the sharp sting of another smack across my cheeks.
He lifts me up and then sets me down on the soft carpet runner, jerking my panties aside. His tongue sweeps into my folds; I try squeezing my thighs together, hiding myself from his touch.
But he won’t be denied.
His mouth finds my clit. I’m a goner.
I open my eyes and it’s just like the vision I had when he had me up on the bar.
He’s kneeling between my thighs and his beard sends even more tingles to my core as it brushes the soft skin as his tongue and mouth teases my clit.
I’ve never had a man do this to me. I feel shy spread out before him.
“So fuckin' sweet cherry. Just like I knew you would be.”
I feel it building. I cry out, moaning his name. My fingers dig into his silky hair and like a wanton; I press his head harder against me. He laughs and the rumble of his breath on my clit has me seeing the stars… I’m almost there.
But he lifts off me and roughly spins me over to smack me again.
I hear his heavy belt buckle hit the floor and he lifts my hips up so I’m spread out on all fours. His hands reach around to cup my full breasts and I feel his weight on my back as he croons in my ear. “Take your punishment like a good girl. I’ll let you come… when I think you deserve to. Whose woman are you Shanna?”
I bite my lip stubbornly, refusing to answer.
“You wanna play it like this?” He hisses into my ear, “Fine.”
One rough, callused hand moves down from a breast and finds my pussy soaked—on fire for his touch. I’m engorged …my clit’s swollen. The orgasm Spence gave me earlier was a prelude; I need a deep fucking to reach what I need. I need the kind of orgasm only hitting the G-spot can giv
e.
I push my hips back into his hand. He growls positioning his thick tip at my entrance.
“I’m hanging by a fucking thread here cherry. Tell me what I need to hear.”
“No, never!” I cry desperately.
I can’t give this to him.
It’s my last holdout.
He has complete control of my body; I feel like if I give him the satisfaction of knowing—I lose my last defense.
He sighs in frustration, his face falling to the back of my neck.
“I don’t want to hurt you, cherry, but my patience is gone. I’m going to claim you as my woman, and it’ll be easier for you just to accept it.”
He rubs the tip of his shaft back and forth against my opening. And it dawns on me that I feel the bare tease of his hard tip.
He’s serious.
He’s not wearing a rubber and wants to ride me bare. As he rears back, I know I’ll feel the sweet plunge of his pulsing cock in three seconds, unless I say the only three words that might stop him.
“I’m a virgin,” I croak.
It’s the only thing left I have to fight him with. I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything more. But I don’t want to lose my virginity in the supply closet of my bar, on all fours because Duke wants to stake a claim.
He stills; unsure if I’m telling the truth. He pulls back resting his entire cock on my butt cheeks. I feel all ten plus inches of him pulsating against my soft skin that still stings from his slap. God help me—I almost tell him to stuff it in me anyway when I feel the first drop of his pre-cum fall and leak down my ass crack.
“You lyin’ cherry?”
“N-no. I swear.”
I feel his heavy sigh and the low words he speaks to himself. “So close to fuckin’ heaven…”
He takes himself in one hand, guiding his dick up and down my hot, wet folds. His tip rubs fasters and faster and I’m still dripping, leaking for him.
He mimics sex, pushing his hips back and forth between my spread thighs, hitting my clit rhythmically, while using the friction of my wet heat to help himself come.
The tips of my unbound breasts fall to the soft carpet. I rub them against it—needing the friction of the rug on my sensitive buds, to increase my pleasure.