by Alex Roberts
“Some guys like that kind of stuff.” Shit. Why did I say that? Cigarettes. Right. I was going to restock the cigarettes. I turned on my heel and headed for the back room.
“Hey. You gunna take my money?” He was giving me that look again.
I still wasn’t sure what it was he thought he knew but I didn’t. I rang him up, though — alas, he was my only customer tonight, I couldn’t exactly ignore him or his looks — and he sauntered back to the benches and plopped down.
Opening up the magazine, the half-naked man on the cover seemed to stare at me. I saw the reason that particular magazine had caught his attention. I could tell even from my spot at the counter that it was an MMA fighter. It wasn’t just the gloves. It was everything about the guy. Guys that looked like that punched people in the face. Whoever it was looked a hell of a lot like Jamie. Sure, Jamie wasn’t sporting the faux-hawk, but I imagined his body looked like that with his shirt off – tats stretching around his shoulders and down his arms and chest. It was the look, too. The cocky we both know I can take you look.
I tipped my ass out and bent a knee to adjust myself without being too obvious about it. Thank God there weren’t any other customers here. My pants were getting a little tight. Yeah. My cock definitely thought Jamie was its type, but I knew he wasn’t. Hot and horny is good and well for a one night fling, but that kind of violence came with strings. Or, maybe more like pins. As in a grenade ready to go off. I wasn’t about to get into that kind of situation again.
I glanced up at the clock, 1:30, and decided that it would be the best time to get over myself and restock the bathrooms.
About to step away, I heard him laugh. “Damn, man, I’d kill to have a broad like this.”
Nope. Won’t get anything done tonight.
“Bet your girl doesn’t look this good.” He continued to chuckle.
I froze on spot. “Bet yours don’t, either.”
“No,” he said as he stood up to approach me. “But if I had one, she’d look like this.”
He flashed the magazine, and the woman on the page was not what I was expecting. She was cute and blonde and scantily dressed, sure, but she was also wearing those thin MMA gloves. She was scantily dressed because she was in a sports bra, not a thong, and she posed with a pissed off look, ready to kick the cameraman.
“Not exactly my type.” I rolled my eyes, uninterested.
“I like ‘em strong. I might just let her kick my ass. I think I’d like to get my ass kicked by her.”
I shook my head. “I have a hard time believing that.”
“What about your girl? Don’t tell me you like ‘em all soft and prissy.”
“I don’t have a girl.”
“Oh?” His eyes met mine. “Haven’t found one, don’t need one, or…”
“Or?” He let that orrrr drone out a little longer than needed, and the tone already annoyed me.
“I don’t know. Gay?”
“Bi.” It’s not like I was ashamed of it, but I wasn’t used to my sexuality being casually brought up in conversation, either. I didn’t frequently discuss with near strangers what I did with my dick on the weekends. “And, no, I don’t need anyone right now. Been thinking of attending college in the spring.”
He bobbed his head, lips pursed. “Good man. What are you going for?”
A bit relieved he didn’t purse my bi-ness any further, I shrugged my shoulders. “I’ve been working on some required courses on and off. Maybe something with computers.”
“On and off? How long you been doing that?”
“Oh, since I got out of high school.” He looked at me blankly, and I realized he had no idea when that was. “About four years ago.”
He cocked his head to the side. “You could have gotten a degree by now. How close are you?”
I suddenly didn’t want to go down this road, either. I shifted uncomfortably and scratched at the back of my head. “About fifteen credits.”
“How many classes is that? Five?”
“Six.”
“Right.”
I shifted again under his inspection. I never liked talking about school. I always got that judgmental look. I wasn’t living in my mom’s basement, and I had a full-time job. I didn’t need any more you can better speeches. My ever-perpetual need to justify myself came to the forefront. “You’re older than me. You ever go back to school?”
He guffawed. “Naw. Remember that part about barely graduating high school? Me and a desk don’t get along. Anyway, good idea not to get involved yet.”
I’ll give it to him. At least he knew when to change the subject. “Uh, thanks.”
He folded his hands on top of the counter, a shit eating grin on his lips, and his eyes narrowed. “How’s your tat feeling now?”
I hadn’t even noticed. Looking at my arm, the first aid cream had soaked into my skin, leaving a greasy sheen. It wasn’t as red or irritated, and I leaned in and set my arm on the counter, letting him have a good look.
“Looks better.” He grabbed my hand, this time a little too tight, and ran his thumb over the back of my knuckles. “I’d cover it back up in the morning before you go to bed.”
I stared at the place where the pad of his thumb brushed over my hand. It hadn’t felt like that when he applied the cream. He knew what he was doing. He meant it this time – meant me to know exactly what he was thinking.
“Okay.” I breathed, not wanting to move away from his touch. Or his eyes. Or his dubious smile.
Is he trying to seduce me? Because it’s working. His fingertips pressed into my palm. Straight guys don’t touch like that. They don’t look at me like that, either.
His wonderfully mysterious eyes held onto mine, and they were fixed with an animal desire. I’d seldom seen that kind of hunger. And never like this. His lips parted and went silent. He stopped rubbing the back of my hand but didn’t pull away. Instead, I eased closer, scenting his rich, intoxicating cologne and craving those lips.
He tilted his head and flicked his tongue out, wetting his lips. “Shouldn’t you take inventory?” he whispered.
Shit. Inventory? My brakes screeched me to a halt. I’d forgotten all about it. The big fucker was playing with me. There was humor in his eyes now as he watched me, and that wicked grin was back. I slipped my hand away and gathered myself. How did I lose myself?
“Yeah.” I stepped around the counter and went into the back room.
What the fuck was that? He was intentionally toying with me. I knew that much. What I couldn’t tell is whether he was just having a little fun with me or if that was his notion of flirtation. If it was, it was annoying as hell. I needed to get away from him in order to calm and convince myself that torturing the bi guy was his idea of good entertainment.
It was a little too dark for my liking. I explored the doorframe and adjoining wall once more, flicked on the switch, and a bright light snapped me out of my funk — and whatever I was dreaming about doing ten seconds ago. Jamie followed me into the room. Wonderful. Guess I wasn’t going to get a break from the guy’s tease. The piles of boxes he’d brought in sat untouched. I should have taken count when he was unloading.
It’d warmed up a bit now that the door wasn’t being propped open, but it was still pretty freaking chilly. I shook to warm myself, grabbed my clipboard, and went to work, reading stickers on the sides of the boxes, moving them as I needed, and marked them off the list.
Jamie plopped down on a single box near the wall, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.
He was going to sleep now?
Part of me was relieved as soon as his eyes closed. Part of me wanted him to brush his fingers across my hand again. His touch was warm, and it sent waves down into the pit of my stomach. Shake it off, man, shake it off. I continued to check the list, marking inventory with the date arrived and crossing them off the listing on the sheet. I had to moves boxes away as I made my rounds; they’d ended up in a line stretching from one side of the room to the other where my silent visi
tor sat.
He shifted a moment, getting comfortable. His head hung low, eyes closed, and the closer I made my rounds toward him, the better I could hear his calm breathing and – I thought I even caught a snore. With his apparent slumber, I was free to check him out. His arms were crossed over his chest, and the sight made my mouth water. The man had some serious biceps, and sitting like that with his hands held fast under them – yeah, really wanted to bite. Guess that gives me an oral fixation, but hell, muscle like that… Gimme.
He shifted his rear on the box, and my attention was drawn to those thighs. Snap out of it, man. Be glad the guy is out like a light so you don’t have to calm your woody down anymore. I could finish my shift and wake him in the morning. Or, I could wake him now before sleeping like that messed up his back. I opted to finish up inventory first.
Two boxes left. The one Jamie sat on and the one next to him. It looks like he’d picked the industrial sized bags of coffee grounds to nap on, but I couldn’t tell if the next one was the creamer. I slipped my way around him, edging my way past him and the boxes I had lined up opposite him. I didn’t want to move my stack again, so I craned my neck and tilted my torso, seeking the label on the box to his left, but my shoe caught on his as I took one last step.
With my torso leaning like I was, my weight shifted drastically, and my other foot caught my own heel as I rushed to brace myself. I upended and tumbled, falling directly onto his lap. Jamie grunted awake and grabbed hold. My thighs caught on his, and I slid down until my stomach landed on his other side. My face went red as I realized I was splayed across his legs in a rather embarrassing spank-me posture.
“Ugh, sorry,” I grumbled, bracing my feet on the floor, barely balanced on his leg.
He grasped hold of my back and legs, steadying us before we both fell to the floor, but he didn’t move those hands once he awoke. In fact, he held me in place rather effectively. “It’s okay,” he said in a heady and possessive voice. “I’ve got you.”
Tightening his hold around my body, he snaked his right hand up to my inner thigh, stopping near my crotch.
“What are you—” I groaned. I lost my voice as a thrill shot up my spine and then directly back down and into my balls – once that controlling hand parted my legs and cupped my package.
His hand on my back wandered underneath my shirt, to my naked skin, tickling and causing me to tremble with the plea caught on my tongue. Sliding up my back with his fingers, he bent down and whispered hot breath on my neck. “You feel good.”
Jamie’s legs trembled underneath me. I snapped into action and found my footing, getting ready to lift myself. But those strong hands readjusted my footing once more, and he yanked me back to his lap. I was already half up, and as he forced me back to his lap, I now straddled his legs. He grabbed hold of my beltline and planted me firmly on his thigs. His hands were back on me, exploring up my abs and down to grip my hardening cock.
We were face to face now, and that look of animal hunger was back in his eyes. His cocky grin was gone, though, replaced by a snarl. His fingers massaged the erection hardening in my pants, and I ground my ass down, needing more of his touch. His other hand pinched a nipple, and I stifled back a groan, but it stuck in my throat. My stomach tied in knots at my body’s reaction.
Before I knew what was going on, Jamie pushed me off his lap. I stutter stepped backward, and my calves came into contact with the boxes behind me. My balance went off kilter again, but Jamie seized me by the collar of my work shirt. He balled my shirt into his fists and yanked. Energy coursed through my veins – energy I had no idea how to release. No. That’s not true. I knew exactly how to release it.
Jamie spun me, turning me with ease so my back slammed into a set of metal shelving. I panicked at the sudden violence and grabbed onto his wrists. But when I looked into his eyes, it wasn’t anger I saw. It was that animal passion. My pent-up energy came out in a blast. I couldn’t stop myself. I pressed my lips to his, my hands gripping and wrinkling the front of his shirt between my fingers.
Jamie reacted to my craving. He squeezed and cupped my ass with a strong hand, drawing my erection against his hip. I set my foot up on a box, opening myself to him, and Jamie pressed in, his hard cock grinding against my package. His tongue opened my lips, and he deepened the kiss. A moan came heavy from my lungs.
He grabbed my hair hard and tilted my head up, planting bites and kisses along the inside of my chin to my neck. Damn, those teeth. He was doing what I hungered for – what I needed. I lifted my chin, giving him free access to the sensitive hollow under my jaw. God, he felt good. I slid my left hand down his chest and under the hem of his shirt, up the columns of fleshy ribs, and to his chest.
I ran my hands up that body I’d wanted to touch all night. My fingertips coursed up his abs and over the hard rounds of his pecs. I dug in there, and the hint of a growl escaped him. I could feel the heat growing from his body — the same as mine. It had definitely gotten too hot. Needy and possessive, his teeth grazed over my stubble, drawing my skin between my lips, running my tongue across the pinch before letting go.
A chuckle seemed to come from nowhere. I realized his fingers pressed under my belt and down my ass as far as the pressure would allow. “I knew it.”
I turned my gaze from the ceiling. “What?”
“This. You’ve been flirting with me all night,” he said, and my cheeks grew red hot with embarrassment and fury.
Me? He’s the one who was doing all the flirting. I pulled away, staring at him in irritation. “Have not.” That hot ball of energy his body had fueled flared inside my chest. “You’ve been the one coming onto me like a—”
My eyes flitted down to his belt. Jamie unbuckled the clasp. I jolted back up to his face. “Like a. A—”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I cursed my scattershot brain. I had something, but it was gone.
Jamie reached inside his boxer briefs. “I’ve been coming onto you like a what?”
I swallowed. Where was it? I had something. My eyes darted back down to his briefs. He lowered the waistband and pulled his cock up. Dear God. That thing needed to be sucked. I wanted him. All else fled. I dropped to my knees and pulled his jeans lower.
Jamie took hold of my hair and pulled back, making me look up at him from my knees. That wicked smile was back, but the passion had never left. “Like a man who wants your lips around my cock.”
My hand replaced his at the base of his shaft. His grip in my hair lightened, and dipped my chin back down. His tip was right there, and I took him in. I sucked his cockhead between my lips and pressed into his slit with my tongue. Jamie groaned immediately, and I felt his knees buckle. That energy coursed through me the way it always did when I was certain I had a man at my mercy.
His fingers swept through my hair as it took him deeper. I cupped his balls and gave a light squeeze. Jamie groaned louder this time, and his hips slipped into rhythm I set as my lips slid back up his length. Both of his hands flexed into my hair. He was a big man all over. Those thighs, his shoulders – his cock.
I breathed in slowly and took him deeper, running my tongue along the underside of shaft. He cursed and leaned into me. I opened wider, wanting more of him. His cockhead touched the back of my throat, but God, I kept sucking. The groans and deep gasps coming from above made me pick up my pace.
My lips worked, and my mouth trailed up and down his length. I had him on edge. His thighs tensed, and I held onto his tight ass and moaned for him. He cried out when he heard me, followed by a string of profanity. Jamie’s fingers tightened in my hair again, and he lowered his center of gravity. He was getting ready to come.
The lights flickered, machines in the store gave a single beep, and everything – including the target of my passion – went dark.
“Shit,” I spouted, pulling away from him.
“What happened?” he asked, voice still deep with husk.
Pale flood lights kicked on throughout the store, barely illuminating
enough to see. The flood light in the corner of the back room also clicked on, causing shadows of boxes and of Jamie to stretch along the floor and walls. My position quickly dawned on me. Not just my position on my knees. What the hell was I doing? I’m on giving a guy a blowjob while on the job.
Panic started setting again. It’s not like I was scared Sue or some customer was going to walk in and find me with a cock in my mouth, it’s just – I didn’t do this. This wasn’t me. I scrambled to my feet and turned my back on Jamie, who seemed to be just as frazzled as I was as he tucked himself back into his briefs.
“Power’s out,” I answered before dashing into the store.
I’d never seen the store without bright fluorescents lighting every crook and cranny. It was kinda eerie. The outside lights which circled the store were dead. The streetlamp out front was also dark. The moonlight was the only thing hitting the snow as it fell in heavy sheets. Pale white flood lights, two of them on each side of the store, were the only source of light left inside.
I was having a hard time focusing. I heard Jamie zip up behind me and clear his throat. I knew no one was out there, but still, something about seeing with my own eyes that there wasn’t a flood of customers staring at us all slack-jawed put me a little more at ease. I tentatively walked out into the darkened store, taking the moment to collect myself and figure out what I was going to do. I’d sucked cock before, but fuck, not like this.
I leaned my palms against the oversized front window and peered out. Creepy – too creepy with the wind howling outside and the fresh powder drifting against the black window – it seemed worse now than before. Maybe it was the utter silence. Eerie white flakes fell heavier, piling up on the freshly shoveled sidewalk and the already white lot out front. The wind blew everything into a uniform blanket of white.
“Damn. Storm must have gotten worse,” Jamie said. There was the hint of a shake in his voice – like his attempt to be nonchalant had a hitch in it. “Ice on the power lines. Must’ve brought one down.”
I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket. With three bars of service, my first reaction was to call the store manager, Sue. She’d be sleeping. It was getting well into the early morning hours now, and I hoped she would pick up.