by Cynthia Hart
So cute I just couldn’t help myself. “Well then,” I murmured, leaning closer as I licked my lips. “Let’s not make you wait any longer…”
Our lips brushed gently against one another’s, surprisingly so, the kiss as sudden and powerful as it was lingering. As we smoldered there, face to face and lips locked, Caden’s hands gently encircled my waist, tugging me tighter as our bodies melded as perfectly as did our wet, parted lips.
His body was hard, rock hard, against my own, making me mindful of my own femininity and curves galore. If anything, his masculinity made me feel more feminine, awakening in me something raw and primal.
I inched gently back, afraid of his power over me, but the sight of him licking my taste off his lips made me want to taste them anew. He was more aggressive this time, or maybe that was me, both of our lips opening wider as our teeth clattered against one another in haste to wrestle our tongues.
Lips gave way to cheeks and chins as we hastened to explore each other’s faces and, gently, Caden backed me against the bar behind me. I felt cornered, delightfully so, as his hands roamed up and down my wriggling belly. I let him. Hell, I encouraged him, gripping the rail of the bar behind me as he began to grope and caress my breasts above my bra before gently rolling up my shirt and, eventually, my bra itself.
I felt like a horny teenager being groped in the back of a car, but couldn’t resist the tenderness of Caden’s long, arching fingers as they deftly tweaked and teased the flesh of my breasts between pinching and perking each puffy nipple. It was more than I’d wanted, and more than I expected, and way more than I’d imagined. Back up against the bar, shirt pushed up, bra above my chest and he wasn’t through yet!
Even as his left hand drizzled and drew from breast to breast, deliciously tempting each peak and valley as I quivered anew, his right traveled down my belly and across the front panel of my skirt. I felt his fingertips drizzle across my mound, sensitive and thick, pausing only slightly to feel the moisture and heat simmering just beneath before they drew to the hem and gently tugged at it.
I gasped, subtly aware of my surroundings but quickly denying them. Yes, I knew I was half naked and splayed out against the bar at work, and yet I could’ve cared less as Caden’s masterful fingers crept up my skirt and between my legs. I wanted him, I needed him, to touch me. Just touch me, and then I’d stop.
I still had control. However, my moaning pants and quivering body might have implied otherwise. But it was loosening with every warm, exciting press of his fingers against the front of my panties. “You’re wet,” he reminded me, unnecessarily, as he paused to smother my reply with his mouth.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I managed to gasp when he let me up for air. “It’s hot in here.”
“Don’t worry, April,” he murmured, lips gently brushing mine before they inched toward my ear. “It’s only about to get hotter.”
He proved a fortune teller with that statement, gently drifting his left hand down to join his right as he replaced his gentle fingertips with even gentler lips, sucking and nibbling my nipples as I squirmed and felt his left hand drag my panties down while his right plied my slick, fragrant labia apart and slid deftly around, exploring and heightening my ecstasy as I gasped each time his fingertip glanced across my swollen clit.
I gasped and murmured and trembled as he squeezed one ass cheek while circling my sensitive clit, lips moving from breast to breast as he excited me more with his clothes on than any man had with their clothes off! And yet, as close to climaxing as I was, I knew I couldn’t let him have me here, now, like this, and still walk away with my dignity intact.
Instead, I murmured and shook my head and inched slightly to one side, nearly doubling over with my pants stuck midway down my thighs. “Shit!” I gurgled as he stood, abruptly, face slack and jaw practically unhinged.
“What… what are you doing?” he asked, hands up and fingers sticky from my pussy liquor. “Where… where are you going?”
“I can’t,” I murmured in reply, tugging down my top and yanking up my panties as I backed away from him. “I can’t do this right now, right here, right—”
He seemed both genuinely displeased and genuinely curious. “Why the fuck not?” he blurted, so nakedly I could only laugh.
“It’s our first date!” I blurted, so ridiculously we both laughed, though I could feel the frustration seeping off of him in waves.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured as I continued to tug down my bra and straighten my panties, stomach aching for release and legs trembling from almost coming beneath his expert touch.
“You said a mouthful, player,” I murmured, somehow slipping from behind the bar and backing away. “I… I’m really sorry, Caden. That’s… that’s the best I’ve felt in years.”
“Then why the hell are you leaving?” he asked, following me slowly to the employee break room just inside the kitchen. It was dark now, quiet, lit only by emergency lights over the exit.
I paused, purse in hand, cheeks aflame, belly aching and shook my head. “You wouldn’t understand,” I murmured, racing for the door. Once out of earshot, racing for my car, I turned to find his silhouette leaning in the doorway. “I don’t even understand,” I muttered to myself, sliding in the driver’s seat for the short drive home.
Chapter 8 :
Caden
I stood in the doorway, watching her drive away until the brake lights were but a distant memory and my hard-on – aching, leaking and throbbing – finally softened enough to let me walk back to the bar.
I thought about relieving myself in the men’s room – hell, it wouldn’t have been the first time – but somehow I decided to savor the tender ache of my blue balls in honor of the first woman to turn me down in… well… ever.
I made myself a drink: vodka and grapefruit, heavy on the vodka. I sat on a stool, bewildered and bemused. I considered myself an expert in reading women, paying particular attention to their orgasms. I knew, without a doubt, April had been seconds, maybe even moments, away from coming. And coming big. Her whole body was aflame, her belly quivering, nipples piqued and stiff beneath my swollen lips, her clit engorged and fierce between my slick, wet fingers.
If only she’d let me encircle her juicy pink labia once more, I marveled, savoring the sweet, tarty tang of my shift drink. If only she’d let me press against her aching mound another time, she would have come, gloriously, loudly, and maybe then she wouldn’t have been so eager to yank up her panties and hit the bricks.
I marveled at her resolve. Even now, reliving the encounter, the ache to whip out my half-engorged cock and rub one out was so strong that, if it weren’t for the security cameras high above, I might have succumbed. Instead, I merely shook my head, wondering at her game.
Here she’d come off so innocent and naïve, showing up out of nowhere, all red hair and alabaster skin, her grin eyes meek and shy as she sat table after table, hardly offering me a glance as she went about her duties. Usually, the horny ass teen hostesses couldn’t take their eyes off of me and were more than eager to kneel down behind the bar and slurp me off before the end of their second shift.
But not April. Maybe it was because she was slightly older, or more responsible, but whatever the reason, she’d somehow managed to come just to the tip of ecstasy and pull back, a feat I’d never seen a woman do before. I wasn’t just flattering myself.
Okay, maybe just a little, but I’d earned it. Ever since I’d lost my virginity at the ripe young age of fourteen – with the family babysitter, no less – I’d prided myself on pleasing women. Sure, I enjoyed busting a nut as much as any guy, but never without returning the favor, often multiple times. In fact, as often as possible, I tried to please them first. That way, I’d discovered, they were grateful enough to go the extra mile and really fuck my brains out!
I’d spent years perfecting the art of seduction and, what’s more, learning and appreciating the female anatomy to polish my craft. Nipples, tits, ass, assholes, lips, clit, thighs
, throats, ears, neck, even toes – no part of the female form was safe from my fingers or lips as I whipped them into a deep and profound lather before finishing them off with a well-placed tongue or fingertip. Once the fireworks were over, they were literally putty in my hand, quivering and sticky and slick enough for me to do whatever I wanted to them.
But not April. Somehow she’d pulled up at the last minute and, straightening her skirt and yanking her bra down, had managed to escape before I brought her to an aching, stunning climax. By the end of my second drink, I found myself smiling, excited by the prospect of bedding her once and for all. I knew it would be a challenge but, for once, I welcomed it!
But, for now, the stiff drinks and my stiff (again!) cock had me aching for more immediate release. Quickly tidying up the bar, I headed for the bathroom – where no camera followed. Lingering alone in the handicap stall, I used the handy app on my phone to call up that night’s security camera footage. It deleted itself every morning but, for now, I was free to scroll back and forth until I found the camera nestled just above the bar.
Zooming in, I found the footage of April and I, sucking face – and more – less than an hour earlier. I began to play it back, on half-speed, savoring the swell of April’s ripe young breasts beneath my fingers and lips. Her nipples so puffy, her back so arched, I held the phone in one hand and my dick in the other as I stroked myself to a stunning climax of my own. But even as I cleaned myself up, I knew a mere video clip wasn’t enough. I wanted the real thing and, as I left the Bistro behind for yet another night, I was bound and determined to have it.
No matter what…
Chapter 9 :
April
“So?” Keisha asked knowingly, helping me roll silver in the back server station before the start of our night shift. “How was he?”
I’d had a few days off from work, finally, and had spent most of it sorting out Dad’s affairs and on the phone with insurance companies trying to cover his mounting bills. My head had been deep into caregiving, with only rare, momentary glimpses of the pleasure Caden had given me after inventory that damp, fateful night.
“Who?” I asked, cluelessly, having just clocked in.
“Caden,” she murmured, predictably, dreamily, reminding me that for all her maturity my coworker was still seventeen and easy prey for a long, lean, tattooed bad boy like Caden.
She had inched closer, her tone conspiratorial, her soft brown eyes darting around even though it was only 4:30 and most of the servers had yet to come on for their evening shift yet.
“Fine,” I said, shrugging as I started another pile of silverware. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t be coy,” she practically giggled, nudging my shoulder with hers. “You know what I mean.”
I shook my head. “I honestly don’t.”
Keisha rolled her eyes, her childish glee making me feel like we were in a cafeteria somewhere, gossiping over the high school quarterback. “Tell your girl,” she said, almost breathlessly. “I know what happens during inventory, April!”
She said the word “inventory” as if she was whispering the name of some scandalous online porn title. But her knowing eyes and eager posture made me wonder if she’d somehow spied on us that night. “What… what happens during inventory, Keisha?”
Another shoulder nudge, another wink, and a nod. “You know,” Keisha purred.
Shaking my head in confusion, I couldn’t hide a sudden rush of crimson to my embarrassed face, which she noticed right away. “You don’t have to answer, girl,” she snorted. “Caden already told half the staff so—”
“Told who?” I blurted, cutting her off. “Told who what?”
Keisha seemed unphased by my frustration. “You know how boys talk,” she said as if kissing and telling was all part of the service industry. “He told one of the busboys last night, and they told one of the dishwashers this morning, and so…”
Her words dribbled away, forcing the blood through my veins. I’d left that night so enamored with Caden I didn’t think anything could subdue my admiration. I’d hoped to flirt with him the next night, and the next, but after Keisha had texted me the new schedule I’d realized I was off. Work and life and duty had taken over until just before work that day and, suddenly, I was livid.
Livid!
“You mean—” I started to stammer, when suddenly one of the servers rushed in, frantically squawking about a party of twenty that had just walked in the door. Keisha and I bolted for the hostess stand and, from an early dinner rush to an expected rush to a late pop, we never stopped. Running back and forth, seating people, bussing tables, handing out menus and silverware, rolling more silverware, then more silverware before starting all over again, it never stopped.
Until it did and I sagged, relieved, against the hostess stand. “Holy shit!” I exclaimed, Keisha, looking even worse for wear.
“I thought it would never end,” she murmured, arching her back and rolling her neck around her shoulders to relieve the night’s built-up tension. “You want to start our side work while I collect our tips?”
I considered her for a moment, young and struggling, gas money and car insurance and a dozen other needs. “Listen,” I said, seeing the bar empty and quiet as my blood began to boil anew. “How about you do both and keep the tips?”
Her eyes narrowed, as if not trusting me. “All the tips?” she asked, shrewdly, knowing on a busy night like this, it would probably be in the hundreds. When I nodded, already inching away, she seemed concerned. “But why?” she asked. “I mean, we both worked hard tonight. I don’t want to take anything I haven’t earned.”
“Trust me,” I huffed, remembering how quickly she’d told me what Caden had said. “You earned every penny. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a score to settle with a very, very bad boy!”
The next day at work, the hostess who trained April asks how Caden was. When April says nothing happened, she says, “That’s not what Caden said.” Incensed, April waits until after work to confront him.
Chapter 10 :
Caden
“What’s up, hot stuff?”
I knew the minute April entered the bar, nostrils flared, emerald eyes wide, she was up to no good. “Fuck your hot stuff, playboy!” she huffed, lowering her voice even though all my customers had left for the night.
I stood abruptly, entire body on red alert as I held my damp white bar towel up in surrender. “Hey, now, who put a fly in your soup, sweetheart?”
“Spare me the restaurant related innuendo,” she spat, walking right up to me and taking up almost the exact same spot she had two nights earlier. “This is serious!”
“What is?” I blurted, stepping back from a woman seemingly possessed. The last time I’d seen April, she was hot and wet for it, panting and moaning with desire. Suddenly, she looked like she wanted to kill me. “What is serious?”
She squared off in front of me, hands on those soft, feminine hips. “Why the fuck are you telling people we slept together, Caden?”
I took another involuntary step back, literally shocked. “I didn’t, April,” I insisted, completely baffled and, frankly, pissed. Things had been going so well with April. I’d already gotten down her pants and, I’d hoped, under her skin. Suddenly whoever had started some stupid rumor – and it wasn’t me, for once – had likely set me back weeks in the romance game.
“Bullshit,” she huffed, still keeping it low as servers and our manager, Cliff, toiled on the kitchen floor finishing up side work and rounding off the last of the night’s duties. “By the time I got to work tonight, Keisha already knew about what we’d done after inventory!”
I chuckled dryly, but she wasn’t amused. “This isn’t funny, Caden,” she insisted, wagging a finger in my face. “You may be playing a game, but I don’t just fuck anybody that moves. Plus I’m new here and now… now… everyone thinks I’m a slut!”
Despite the seriousness of her tone and the truth in what she was saying, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Listen,” I said, grabbing her sleeve before she could huff off and leave. “In the first place, nobody in this place thinks about anything for longer than one shift. For another thing, I don’t fuck everything that moves, just hot things that move right in front of me.”
“Very funny,” she murmured, still unamused and, apparently, unimpressed.
“I’m not going to lie, April,” I said, still clutching her shoulders as she tensed beneath my touch. “I fuck. A lot. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not going to lie to you about it.”
Her cheeks grew rosy as she murmured, “If this is your way of apologizing, I’ve heard better.”
“I’m not apologizing,” I insisted. “Not for anything I’ve ever done. And I never ever told anyone here about you and me.”
A flood of emotions crossed her face, and the tension beneath her shoulders told me she wanted to believe me. “Then who did?” she asked eventually.
“April, I honestly don’t know. But it wasn’t me. You can believe me or not, but I have no reason to lie to you.”
She seemed to consider the option before inching from my grasp. “Well, what happened with Keisha during inventory?” she blurted, reaching for the tap to pour herself a shift beer.
I snorted. “What?”
“She said she knew all about what goes on at inventory,” April pressed. “Is this some kind of thing with you?”
Suddenly, it was my turn to blush. “Have I invited a few sexy ladies to do inventory with me, April?” I chuckled. “Hell yes. Have they accepted? A few. Have they talked about what goes on in this place after hours? You’d have to ask them. All I know is, what we shared was special, and I didn’t tell anyone jack shit.”
With that, I poured myself a beer, gulping it down as if I’d just come back from a six-mile run. She sighed, sagging against the bar as, one by one, servers left through the front door. “I’m sorry,” she said as if finally relenting. “I didn’t mean to come on so strong, I just… I thought what we had the other night was pretty special, too.”