The Billionaire Barista

by Dakota Hart

  He put his hands under my short skirt, which had truly worked its magic as Marc had said it would, and pulled my dripping panties down my legs and threw them across the room. Laughed and sat up, unbuttoning his pants and taking a moment to kiss his hard abs as I did. I pulled his pants down and watched his thick cock spring to attention, precum already flooding the tip, like he was already halfway there. I guess, after a week apart, we were both already halfway there. Dying to feel each other again, that sex, that love, that passion. I had dreamed about him every night since then, some part of me knowing I’d never be happy until we were together.

  He pushed me back onto the desk, spreading my legs wide and revealing my slick mound to him. He licked his lips and went to his knees, surprising me with the feel of his tongue on my folds. I let out a surprised gasp which quickly turned into a desperate moan. I had thought he would penetrate me immediately, but I guess he liked to please.

  He lapped at my walls, nibbled on my clit and finally penetrated me - but not yet with his manhood, but instead his fingers. I groaned loudly when he did that, my heart beating fast as my orgasm approached. Truthfully, I’d been on the edge of an orgasm most of the day, thinking about him. He was barely down there for a minute before I was screaming his name and grinding my pussy into his face.

  I came hard and fast and as soon as he was sure I did he stood up, smiling down at me as he wiped his face.

  “I wanted to make sure you were well lubricated” he said, giving me a sexy wink that made my body tremble. Then, in seconds, he was plunging into me and I was filled up with his thickness. I was gasping for air and quivering with the next orgasm already building. How he could make me come like this, I didn’t know; or care. I just wanted to feel it, to feel him, forever.

  He charged me like a bull, pummeling my pussy with his length. He grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me onto him, rougher than when we had sex at the house, less emotional. But no less sexy, in fact this was downright naughty and I loved it. He was pulling me harder and I was starting flail around like a ragdoll so I grabbed onto the sides of the desk for some traction. When I did that I suddenly realized where I was and what we were doing and I started to come again.

  Knowing someone could walk in at any minute and see their boss banging me on his desk somehow just gave me that extra push and I felt the fireworks starting in my womb. I started screaming louder, wondering if anyone could hear us.

  He heard my orgasm started and pushed up his speed so he could match me, aiming for a mutual orgasm. He pulled me onto him so hard I thought I would split, I couldn’t think or pay attention to anything but the feeling of him filling me up completely.

  I suddenly heard him shudder and grunt loudly, and then I felt his seed, warm and spurting inside me. That pushed me over the edge and I came hard, seeing stars again.

  ———

  A few minutes later we were straightening ourselves up, smiling at the moment we had just shared.

  “That was amazing, I hope we can do that again soon” he said, smiling at me and touching my cheek.

  Just then, his phone beeped. His phone was right next to me on the desk and I couldn’t help but look down at it. He had gotten a text from someone named “Lucy” which read

  Can’t wait to see you! We’re gonna have so much fun, just like the old days.

  My stomach lurched, my heart dropped. No, not again, not this. Except, even worse, was I the other woman now? I felt sick.

  I turned around and handed him his phone.

  “Who’s Lucy?” I said, my tone harsh and my face even colder.

  “My sister” he said, simply.

  I looked into his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. But it didn’t matter, the way I had felt when I thought it was his girlfriend or wife or whoever. I knew what I had to do.

  “I can’t see you again Aiden” I said.

  “What? Why? It’s my sister, I swear!” he said, panicky.

  “Yeah, but if we were really friends with benefits I wouldn’t care who it was.” I said, honestly “The truth is I do care, I feel something so deep and special for you. I can’t be with you if it’s not for real. It hurts too much. My last boyfriend cheated on me and it nearly broke me, I can’t take lies and deception and uncertainty. This has to be goodbye.”

  He looked confused, maybe heartbroken but he didn’t say anything. He just looked at me for a minute with his mouth open. I waited a second to see if he said anything, when he didn’t I just grabbed my bag and left, running to make sure I got to my car before I started crying.

  Chapter 22: Aiden

  “I think she’s blocked me from her phone, I don’t know how to get in touch with her” I said. I was on the phone with my sister, going over game plans to win Casey back. It had been a week since she broke my heart, and I hadn’t been able to talk to her, to tell her what her words had done to me. The thought of losing her for good, realizing what this meant that she didn’t want to see me again, knowing I had hurt her like that - I knew I’d messed up. I wanted to be with her, forever, and I had to make sure she knew it.

  “What about her work? Does she do anything besides the social media thing?” Lucy asked. She had been diligently helping me in my quest to win Casey back, she was a great sister.

  “Nope, she just does freelancing. No way to find her.”

  “Oh! Is her address on her website or business card or something?” she asked, hopeful.

  “No, I checked” I said, moping. “It’s her old address, she only moved to Portland a few weeks ago and I guess she hasn’t updated it.”

  I didn’t mention that I’d been checking her website everyday. For updates, but also just to look at the photo of her on the Bio page. I didn’t need my sister to know just how crazy I was for this girl.

  “Hold on, I have an idea!” she said, excited.

  “What is it?” I asked, breathless.

  “I said hold on!” she laughed “I gotta look something up.”

  “What are you looking up?” I said, impatient. I couldn’t wait, I needed to be with Casey now.

  “YES!” Lucy shrieked with excitement.

  “What? What?” I said, beside myself.

  “I remembered from her social feed that she had a best friend who lived in Portland too.”

  “Yes, his name is Marc, he’s actually her roommate” I said, remembering her telling me about him.

  “Yeah, I found his page” she said, elated “and -”

  She paused for dramatic effect

  “Tell me Lucy! You’re killing me!” I said, excited.

  “It says where he works!” she said, cheering “It’s a gay bar on the southside called The Bulge.”

  I looked at my watch, it was around 7pm. They should be open

  “I’ve gotta go” I said immediately, no questioning where I was going.

  “Good luck, let me know how it goes!” Lucy said, I could hear her smiling.

  Chapter 23: Casey

  I awoke to the sound of the doorbell ringing, over and over. I got up and put my silky bathrobe on, tying it around my waist.

  “Hang on!” I shouted, wondering why no one else had answered the door instead. I walked past Marc’s room and popped my head in and saw he wasn’t in it. Greta’s door was closed. As I arrived in the shared living room and kitchen area I saw her in the kitchen, calmly making a sushi roll as usual.

  “Why didn’t you answer the door?” I asked her, over the sound of the repeated ringing.

  Greta just shrugged and turned around to grab something else from the fridge. She was so weird.

  I went up to the door and peaked in the peephole. It was a delivery guy with a giant sack. Strange.

  I opened the door and he said

  “Casey Winter?” I nodded, confused as placed a 20lb sack of coffee beans on the floor next to the door and said “wait here, I’ll be back with more.”

  “What? Are you sure?” I said after him, looking at the bag, bewildered. He didn’t say anything just
headed down the hall, almost knocking over another delivery guy who was coming towards me as well. This one was carrying a bouquet of at least 40 red roses. He stopped at the door and looked at his clipboard

  “Casey Winter?” he asked as well and I said yes, dumbfounded. He asked me where I wanted the roses and I said to put them on the coffee table. He set them down and they covered most of the small table, he looked at skeptically and then said

  “Where should I bring the rest?”

  I was stunned “Um, how many are there?”

  He looked down at his clipboard and his eyebrows shot up.

  “Apparently, my whole truck” he said, sounding stunned.

  “What!” I said, but he was already gone, jogging out to his truck as the next bag of beans arrived.

  I looked around the living room, confused and helpless. My eyes met Greta’s and I said

  “Do you have any idea what’s going on here?”

  She smiled for the first time since I’d met her

  “No clue, but I’m not leaving” she said, laughing.

  Perfect, someone was pranking me and Greta would be watching the whole thing. I put my head in my hands, trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. I dismissed it quickly, there was no way. This wasn’t…Aiden? Was it?

  Hmm. There was the coffee beans, but he had been pretty clear that he didn’t want to be with me. On the other hand, I had blocked his number as soon as I left the warehouse that day so if he had changed his mind how would I have known?

  I stopped the flower guy as he brought the third batch in and said

  “Do you know who sent these?”

  He looked down at the clipboard and shook his head

  “Sorry ma’am, I’m just the delivery guy. They don’t tell me unless the sender provides a card and this one didn’t”

  “That’s okay, thanks” I said, wondering if it could be Aiden.

  The bags and roses kept rolling in, soon covering almost every available space in the living room and kitchen. My apartment smelled like a coffee shop and there was gorgeous roses everywhere. I was stunned and confused, but I had to admit this was pretty amazing.

  Finally the delivery guys finished and I signed their clipboards. I closed the door behind them and leaned on it for stability. I was shocked, this was bizarre. I was praying it was him, but I was scared to get my hopes up. Maybe it was some sort of weird prank or internet thing. The doorbell rang again. I looked at Greta, who was smirking at me.

  “Don’t look at me, I’m just an observer” she said.

  I groaned and opened the door to another giant bouquet of roses. This one was much larger than the others and white, it was so big it completely covered the delivery guy’s face.

  “Where do you want this?” he said, his voice muffled.

  “Um, there’s nowhere left!” I said, beside myself “I guess just put it on the floor in the door and I’ll move it after you leave.”

  The delivery guy set it down and stood up, smirking at me with his dreamy eyes and said

  “What if I don’t want to leave?”

  I grinned, wide “I knew it was you”

  “I should hope so!” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “Do you have another coffee mogul lover it could have been?”

  I shook my head, laughing and put my arms around him, it was almost automatic. But then I remembered what had had happened and I quickly pulled away.

  “What’s going on?” I said.

  Aiden leaned against the doorframe and said

  “I know this is a little, extreme, I guess.”

  I laughed “A little”

  “But, I had to get your attention” he continued “after what you said at the warehouse, I knew within a few minutes I had made a horrible mistake. I ran outside to try and stop you but your car was already gone. I tried to call you but I think you blocked me?”

  I nodded that I had “I didn’t want to hurt anymore” I said.

  “I get that, I really get that” he said, taking my hands in his “and I promise that you won’t. If I have any say in it, you’ll never feel pain again. I was so wrapped up in my own emotions I hadn’t thought about what you might have been going through or what you past was at all. The minute I did, I don’t know, something snapped in me and I realized that I couldn’t lose you. Not ever.”

  He leaned into me and put his close very close to mine

  “What do you think?” he asked, vulnerable and quiet.

  “DO IT!” Greta shouted from across the room, clapping.

  I shot her a dirty look, and Aiden looked up alarmed and laughing.

  “I didn’t even notice we had an audience” he said, then lowered his voice and added “when you’re in the room you’re all I see.”

  That was it. I melted, and jumped off the cliff.

  I reached my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him in for a perfect kiss.

  Epilogue: Casey

  We were lying in bed, the sun streaming through the big windows. I was trailing circles with my finger across Aiden’s chest and he was sighing happily, his muscular arms folded behind his head.

  “Truth or dare?” I said, we had been playing the game for about 20 minutes now. We were both pretty exhausted from a night and morning of lovemaking so we’d mostly been saying ‘truth’ since whenever one of us said ‘dare’ it was always something sexy.

  “Truth” he said, I guess he was still tired.

  “What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” I asked, looking up at him.

  “Your face, right now” he said, looking earnest.

  “Come on, don’t be cheesy, be honest!” I said, challenging him.

  “I am.” Aiden said, seriously.

  I blushed, smiling and awed at his words.

  He kissed me gently then said

  “Truth or dare?”

  I was ready for some fun now “Dare” I fired back.

  He looked nervous and said “I dare you to show my sister Lucy around Portland next week?”

  I looked surprised. I was expecting something a lot more like “I dare you lick whipped cream off my nipple”. This was serious, he wanted me to meet his family. He had meant it when he said he was all in, forever.

  “Really?” I asked, my eyes wide and hopeful.

  He looked at my anxiously “If you’re not ready, that’s okay. I’m just really close to her and it would mean so much to me if you met her.”

  “Absolutely!” I said, ecstatic. He looked relieved.

  “Great! I think she might actually be moving out here, she’s gonna look around and see how she likes it.”

  “If she has a first week in Portland that’s anything like mine, she’ll never want to leave” I said, smiling and kissing Aiden deeply.

  He pushed me onto my back and I said

  “Truth or dare?”

  “Dare” he said, winking.

  The End

  Thanks for reading Casey and Aiden’s story, I hope your heart melted as much as mine did when I wrote about them!

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