by Cynthia Hart
“Was all that flirting a lie?” The waitress’ fear had been replaced with mild pain.
“Yeah, I only have eyes for one girl,” Blake said before opening the door and walking inside. Just in time to see Rachael trying to scurry back to her seat. “Rachael. Always nice to be greeted with my favorite view.”
“I’ll ignore that grotesque comment if you ignore the fact that you caught me eavesdropping on a private conversation.” Rachael turned around to face Blake hoping he wouldn’t be too mad, she was trying to be apologetic but finding it hard when she was so excited.
“How much did you hear?” Blake asked, not moving from his spot.
“Not much, I swear. Just that the flirting was a lie and you only have eyes for one woman.” Rachael bit her lip, she wanted to ask if she was the one woman, but if she didn’t get the answer she wanted, she would be humiliated.
“You’re wondering who the woman is, aren’t you?” Blake kept his tone even which was making Rachael feel nervous.
“Y-yes, I am.” Rachael stuttered out. “But that’s none of my business, so we can just get back to work on the essay,” Rachael said but didn’t move.
“It’s you.” Blake lifted his eyes to meet Rachael’s. “You’re the only girl I have eyes for.”
“Really?” Rachael’s voice was filled with hope.
“Yes, really. Gosh, Rachael, I thought you were supposed to be smart.” Blake teased, Rachael didn’t wait any longer, she just ran to Blake and threw her arms around him. If she took a moment to think about this she’d talk herself out of it, she took a deep breath and kissed Blake.
Rachael kissed Blake as if it was the only thing she’d ever wanted to do, and if she was honest, she couldn’t think of anything she’d wanted more at this minute. Blake broke away from the kiss before it got too heated to look into Rachael’s eyes and make sure they were on the same page.
“What about the Biology essay?” Blake asked with a grin.
“Screw the Biology essay, I’d rather be screwing you.” Rachael grabbed the back of Blake’s head and pushed their mouths’ together again. The kiss was hot and wet, Blake lifted Rachael’s hips, and she wrapped her legs around him. They were moving like a dance that only they knew the steps to. Blake backed Rachael into a table and set her on top of it, using his newly freed hands to explore Rachael’s body. He moved his head way from the kiss and kissed Rachael’s neck, she moaned and craned her neck to give him better access. She removed her hands from his head and started to take off his jacket, it fell to the floor with a soft rustle of fabric.
Rachael moved her hands to Blake’s jeans to work on undoing them. Blake moved one of his hands up Rachael’s shirt to cup her breast, Rachael shivered when she felt Blake’s cold hands on her. She arched her back to get more contact, stopped trying to undo Blake’s jeans in favor of undoing her bra. Blake took off her shirt and let the bra fall to the floor to mingle with his jacket. Rachael felt a rush of embarrassment when she realized she was half naked in a bar. Sure, it was an empty bar, but still, she moved to cover herself, but Blake stopped her. He took her hands and held them at her sides.
“Don’t,” Blake told her before kissing her again. He kept a tight grip on her hands, letting himself control the kiss. He deepened it, swept his tongue inside Rachael’s mouth, savoring the taste of her. When he felt Rachael pushing back trying to deepen the kiss, even more, he backed off completely, his entire body shivered at the noise she made, it was half desperate, half anger. It made him feel alive.
“Off,” Rachael said, tugging one of her hands-free and trying to take of Blake’s shirt with one hand. Blake let go of Rachael’s other hand and took off his shirt, Rachael sucked in a breath when she saw Blake’s chest. It was better than she ever imagined, and she spent a lot of time imagining it. Tentatively, she put a hand on his chest, she felt his heart beating underneath the palm of her hand. Blake moved and kissed her again, it had the passion of the other kisses but also the vulnerability of being half naked. It was everything Rachael ever wanted.
Rachael renewed her attempts to undo his jeans, and to her delight, she managed to get them off. Blake tried kicking them off, but his shoes got in the away. He had to step away from Rachael to bend over and take off his shoes. In less than a minute he was standing in front of Rachael without a stitch of clothing on him. Rachael couldn’t help but notice his hard, leaking cock. It made her mouth water.
“This isn’t fair.” Blake walked closer to Rachael. “Here I am, very, very naked and you are only half naked.” Blake picked up Rachael’s right leg and undid her laces, tossing her shoe to the floor before moving to do the same to her left leg. Rachael knew she was long gone because even the act of taking off her shoes was turning her on more and more. Blake moved his hands slowly up her thighs up to the button on her jeans. He leaned forward and kissed it, she moans and thrust her hips up off the table, making Blake chuckle dirtily.
Blake undid Rachael’s jeans and pushed them off her hips onto the floor. He hooked two fingers under her underwear and slowly pulled the down until they were off her legs. He ran his hands back up Rachael’s legs, leaned forward and put a small kiss on the inside of Rachael’s thigh. He placed multiple small kisses on each of her thighs, making Rachael twist and moan underneath him.
Blake spread Rachael’s legs even wider and ducked his head to start to lick at her clit. Rachael’s hips shot off the table, she wasn’t expecting that so soon. Her hands dropped to Blake’s head, and she guided him, giving him encouragement through her heavy moans. She was in a daze, she couldn’t believe something so wonderful was happening to her. It was the best feeling in the world having someone between her legs, pleasuring her in indescribable ways.
Blake slipped a finger into her as he pleasured her with his tongue and Rachael moaned louder. Blake was shocked to hear how loud Rachael got during sex, but it turned him on more. He wanted to know if he could make her scream. See if he could get her to arch her back and scream his name. Blake was determined to try and make Rachael do just that.
Blake picked up speed and Rachael could feel her orgasm approaching, she threw her head on the table and let out a series of short little gasps. She felt the heat pool in her abdomen, and her hands gripped tighter in Blake’s hair.
Her vision went white. She couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a scream of Blake’s name echoing off the walls of the empty bar. She panted hotly and let go of Blake’s hair. Blake stood up and kissed his way up Rachael’s torso, sucking a mark onto her neck.
“Do you have any idea how hot it was hearing you scream my name?” Blake whispered into Rachael’s ear. Rachael wimped in response, still too far gone to say or do anything more. Blake backed away from her, and she threw her arm out to grip his bicep.
“Don’t. Please. I need. I need.” Rachael tried and failed to start her sentence multiple times. She took a deep, shaky breath before trying again. “Please don’t go, I need you.” Rachael was still too far gone to care if she sounded needy or not. She needed Blake still, she needed to have another mind-shattering orgasm, and she wanted Blake to be the one to give it to her.
“Shh.” Blake tried to sooth Rachael by rubbing her thigh, it just made her squirm. “I’m just getting my jeans so I can grab a condom.” Blake chuckled when Rachael breathed a sigh of relief.
Blake fished around for his pants that he kicked multiple times as he was giving Rachael head. The bad lighting in the bar made it harder for him to find them, he had to climb under the table to retrieve them and the condom. He was lucky he even remembered to stop and find a condom, Rachael was so sexy he was losing his mind every second he was with her.
“Are you going to be ready anytime soon or should I just continue by myself?” Rachael asked, sitting up and crossing her legs to put on a facade of indifference.
“Fuck,” Blake whispered as he crawled out from under the table. “That’s a hot image.” Blake let the image play in his mind for a minute before shaking his head to f
ocus on the very real image in front of him.
“Well? Am I going to have to continue without you or not, Blake?” Rachael asked, sounding very stern. Her voice made Blake shiver.
“You already had one orgasm, can’t you be patient while you wait for another?” Blake’s smile was all sex. He made eye contact as he carefully unwrapped the condom, Rachael licked her lips in anticipation.
Carefully he slid the condom on, all the way down. He had to squeeze the base of his dick to keep his orgasm at bay. He wanted this to be good for Rachael, but all the foreplay and going down on her made him worry he wasn’t going to last long. As he approached Rachael, she let her legs fall open again and gave him a come hither smile.
When he got close enough, she gripped onto his arm with one and moved the other to the back of his head. She pulled him in close for a kiss and tasted herself on his lips, she pushed her tongue in his mouth to track down the taste. She tasted herself mingling with a taste that was new yet so familiar that she would forever associate with Blake. The tasted perfect together.
Blake ran his hands down from Rachael’s neck to her hips, and he slowly guided himself inside of her. He took his time, wanting to go slow and wanting to make sure he did not hurt Rachael. God, she was tight. It was like pure, exquisite heat wrapping around him and it felt incredible. He wondered faintly if she had ever been with anyone else and if now would be a bad time to ask. Rachael moaned against his ear, and it brought his mind back to the center.
Blake wanted to keep kissing Rachael, but he also wanted to hear the noises she was making. They were better than music, if someone could record them and sell them, he would never listen to music again. Rachael’s moans spoke more to his soul than music ever did or ever could.
Rachael threw her head back to let out a loud moan of pleasure before dropping it back down to rest on Blake’s shoulder. He thrust into her, and suddenly he was all the way in. Rachael’s skin was on fire, she felt truly alive. She bit down on Blake’s shoulder just to see how he’d react. His thrust went off rhythm, and he let out a loud groan. Rachael was worried that she bit him too hard and accidentally hurt him when she heard Blake’s sharp intake of breath.
“Do that again,” Blake ordered hotly against Rachael’s cheek. Rachael complied, biting a little harder this time, making Blake moan even more loudly. He picked up the pace of his thrusts and Rachael wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to be impossibly close to him.
They fell into a rhythm that was all their own. Rachael would bite down on Blake’s shoulder, he would thrust impossibly deeper into her with a loud groan, she would moan back and stifle it with a bite to his shoulder. Neither one of them knew exactly how long they kept this up, if it was two minutes, twenty-two minutes, or if it was even longer. They just knew that with every thrust they were taken closer and closer to the edge.
“I-I’m c-close.” Rachael stuttered out. “Again.” She smiled and kissed him on the lips, pulling back to moan. She was on edge so close to having another orgasm, Blake moved one of his hands from Rachael’s hips to rub her clit, coaxing the orgasm out of her.
Rachael’s hands clawed at Blake’s back, she arched her back and came again with a scream of Blake’s name. It was sensory overload for Blake. He could hear Rachael’s moans, screaming his name, he could smell how sweet and slightly spicy she smelled covered in sweat from sex. Her breasts her pushed up against his chest and her walls were convulsing around him. Blake came with a cry of Rachael’s name on his lips, with his head thrown back and his hands leaving a bruising grip on Rachael.
They both collapsed on the table, panting against each other as they came down from their respected orgasms. Their limbs heavy and sore from overuse, the sweat on their skin was starting to cool, leaving them both slightly sticky. Blake pulled out slowly, making Rachael wince both from soreness and loss of contact. He tied off the end of the condom and threw it on the floor. Then he collapsed back on top of Rachael.
Neither of them said anything for quite some time before Rachael started quietly laughing. It was so quiet Blake probably wouldn’t have even noticed it if it wasn’t for Rachael’s stomach moving underneath him. He moved around and propped himself on his elbows so he could at her face.
“You know, laughing after having sex with someone isn’t normally conceived as a compliment.” Blake smiled down at her.
“Sorry. It’s just, well, funny.” Rachael’s chuckle progressed to laughter. “First it’s you and me, and then it’s funny because look around. We just had sex in an empty bar, on a table, and it was great. Fantastic sex but still. I think it’s funny.” Rachael explained through laughter, which grew until she was laughing so much she was having a hard time breathing. Blake joined her in laughter, laying back down on top of her so he could wipe his eyes.
“I guess it is kind of funny,” Blake told Rachael, moving so he could wrap his arms around her. He took a sniff of her hair, and it smelled wonderful. He couldn't think of anything that didn’t make him fall harder for Rachael.
“So, I hate to be this person but what now?” Rachael shifted awkwardly, worried about what Blake’s answer would be.
“Well, I hate to be this person, but I have no clue.” Blake sighed and stroked Rachael’s hair.
“I may not have a lot of experience, but I think if we never had sex again it would be a crime against sex,” Rachael said, trying to keep the conversation light while at the same time wanting Blake to know she loved it.
“That good?” Blake asked with a smirk. “It was amazing for me too, by the way.” Blake gave Rachael a small squeeze.
“Good, it was absolutely fantastic on my end.” Rachael hid her face in Blake’s neck. “Though I’m pretty sure I was loud enough for you to see that.”
“Yes, you were very loud.” Blake smiled as he thought back on Rachael’s moans. “You were louder than I imagined,” Blake admitted.
“You imagined it?” Rachael gasped. “You actually thought about you and I having sex together?” Rachael could not believe what she was hearing.
“Jesus Rachael, did you actually forget that kiss we had?” Blake’s eyes were wide and getting glazed over. “How could either one of us experience a kiss like that and not dream up a thousand different scenarios of how that could’ve and should have ended.”
“Did you really think of a thousand?” Rachael turned to prop herself up on one elbow.
“Probably about forty-seven,” Blake said after a moment of thinking.
“What do you mean by ‘Forty-seven’?” Rachael laughed. “That’s oddly specific.”
“Well, you asked.” Blake gave Rachael a quick kiss partially to keep her from interrupting, partially because he wanted to see if he could. “I figured about six times a day, on average, sometimes it was more, sometimes it was less, and then I added five for wiggle room. I’ve probably thought about having sex with you forty-seven times. It’s becoming my favorite fantasy.” Blake kissed Rachael again when he saw her starting to blush.
“Wow. Sometimes I forget you can be smart.” Rachael instantly regretted her words when she saw hurt flash in Blake’s eyes. “I don’t mean to say I expect you to be stupid or anything like that, it’s just that I'm so used to the ass-grabbing and rude you. I’m getting used to the nice and smart you, I really like it.” Rachael bit her lip. “Actually, I really like you.”
“I really like you too, Rachael,” Blake told her, but he already knew deep in his heart that he was in love with her. He wrapped his arms around her protectively, he wouldn’t let her get hurt because of choices he was making or by choices he had made. He was going to protect her.
“I’m glad.” Rachael cleared her throat awkwardly and looked up at Blake. “You were basically- I’ve never. Blake.” Rachael said to make sure Blake was looking into her eyes.
“Yes?” Blake asked, brushing a piece of hair behind Rachael’s ear. “You can tell me, I think I already know,” Blake whispered, not wanting to rush Rachael.
“Be
fore tonight, before you, I had never had sex. Of any kind or variation. I had barely kissed anyone, I’m hoping you kiss me soon to stop me from talking so much, this so embarrassing I can’t seem to stop. Stop smiling-” Blake cut Rachael off with a kiss, putting her out of her misery.
“I can’t help it. You’re cute when you babble.” Blake was beaming with happiness, Rachael could clearly see that. She was equally as happy, she had never felt so good and safe in someone’s arms. She felt like as long as she was in Blake’s arms nothing could ever go wrong.
“I babble a lot, so I’m glad you think it’s cute.” Rachael kissed Blake’s cheek. “We should get cleaned up before we permanently stick to this table,” Rachael said, sitting up and stretching her sore muscles.
“I agree. I think table sex is hot as fuck, but super uncomfortable for the after sex cuddling.” Blake sat up, and Rachael hissed when she saw Blake’s shoulder.
“Are those all from me?” Rachael tentatively touched Blake’s shoulder, tracing the red and purple angry looking bruises. Blake’s muscles shifted as Rachael’s fingers traced the outlines of lips and teeth. She lifted her hand away from a deep mark and saw light smudges of red. “Oh my, I think I drew blood.” She gasped.
“It’s not a big deal, Rachael. I’ve had worse.” Blake shrugged off Rachael’s worries, he liked it in the moment, and these bruises were nothing more than mementos to remember this unforgettable night by. Rachael was unconvinced that he was actually fine, she looked at the red lines down his back from her nails from when she scratched his back. She felt bad about it, she hated the thought that she had hurt Blake. Even if it was just a few scratches and bruises, she didn’t want him to be in any sort of pain.
“If it makes you feel any better, I gave you a few marks too.” Blake nodded at Rachael’s neck and hips where he left bruises. Rachael moved her fingers from Blake’s back to her hips and thighs, the kisses and how tightly Blake had gripped her left her marked up pretty bad herself. Her bruises weren’t as bright and angry, though. They were darker and would definitely last longer.