by Jessie Cooke
She managed a smile when she nodded this time and she said, “I’m fine. I’m sorry.”
He bent down and softly kissed her cheek. “Don’t be sorry, it was my fault. You still want to do this?”
“Yeah,” she said, softly. He could tell she was a nervous wreck and it made him wonder even more how long it had been for her. She was so hot...like, cover of a magazine in sexy lingerie hot. He couldn’t imagine that she didn’t get hit on all the time, especially working in a bar. He was surprised at the feelings that thought provoked in him. Was that jealousy? He’d never really felt that before, not for a woman, anyway.
He finished taking off his jeans and her eyes fell to his waist as he pulled off his boxers. He might have been being “full of himself” as she told him earlier, but he was sure she looked impressed...or at least satisfied. He planned on making her redefine that word before the night was over. A week was longer than he’d been without sex since he got out of the army. She was in for it. He snaked his long arm around her waist and pulled her up against him, at last, feeling the warmth and softness of her gorgeous body against his. His lips crushed down on hers again and he let his hands wander while they kissed. She felt so fucking good, and when she seemed to finally warm up and start letting her own hands wander, he realized that she did a good job of feeling him too. Her hands were on his arms, running across the muscles in his biceps and slowly making their way up toward his shoulders. She lightly used her nails to scrape across his upper back and then down his spine. He felt a shudder rip through him and he pulled her in tighter, crushing her against his throbbing, hard cock.
They were still kissing, and she moved her hands up to his head, running her fingers lightly through his hair and tracing his jawline and beard like a blind woman reading in Braille. He reached up and took hold of her ponytail, gently pulling the elastic band that held it in place and taking that silky hair down so that he could feel it. He pulled out of the kiss then and used both of his hands to fluff out her hair, stroking and pulling at it while she leaned her head back and mewled softly like a cat. While her neck was exposed, he leaned down and kissed it and when she moaned, he kissed it harder, sucking a piece of it into his mouth and delighting in the way it made her body squirm against him. His cock was aching. He wanted to taste every piece of her, but he needed some relief first before he’d be able to really enjoy her.
Still licking and sucking on her neck, he spun her around slowly and led her back over to the bed. Reluctantly he let go of her when he laid her down and for a few seconds he just stood over her and let his eyes drink her in. She was looking at him with something like adoration in her eyes...and maybe a hint of primal need. He dropped his eyes back down to her pretty breasts. They weren’t huge, but they were at least a handful, and she had big, pink nipples that made his mouth water. He braced himself over her with his hands pressed into the bed and then leaned down and began to lick and suck the skin around the outside of her nipple. He loved the way it made her writhe on the bed as the nipple swelled larger and ached for attention. Without touching it, he moved over to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. He lost track of time, just enjoying how excited she was getting. He was trying to get her to relax and enjoy herself, and it was working. She finally had enough of his teasing and reached up and grabbed the back of his head and guided it toward her nipple. As soon as he took it into his mouth she gasped and arched her back, pressing down on his head as she did, holding him tightly and letting him know, without words, exactly what she wanted.
When he finally began to suck on her nipple, he used his hand to play with the other one. He spent a lot of time moving back and forth before finally letting that same hand slide down her smooth body and land in the warmth and wetness that had gathered between her legs. “Mm...so wet, baby...” he breathed out. She moaned again as he let his fingers play along the outside of her slit and he felt her wiggle her thighs open further, egging him on. He fingered her slit for a while, making her twist and turn and pant, and finally he touched her clit and like he’d touched her detonator, her hips flew up off the bed. He smiled and pushed her back further on the bed, holding her down lightly with one hand and letting the tip of one of his thick fingers enter her. He could feel how aroused she was. He could smell her sweet, musky perfume. He could hear how wet she was. His senses were overwhelmed by her and he felt physical pain, demanding that he put his cock inside of her.
He wanted her to come first, though...so he told himself that he could take it, just a little longer. He let that finger slowly advance up inside of her and his own body convulsed when he felt the tight walls of her pussy begin to grasp it and hold on. He groaned and pulled it back, then used two fingers and made her cry out. He had to put on more pressure to hold her down against the bed as he began to slip those fingers in and out of her. He started out slowly until he felt her open up to him and then he increased his pace, and in seconds he was pounding her, hard. She was rocking and thrusting her hips, moaning and groaning and calling out his name.
His cock felt like it was going to explode, but he made himself keep going, fucking her harder and faster until she reached up and grabbed his arms, gripped onto him as tightly as she could, and cried out a long, desperate cry. He felt the rush of her warm juice run over his fingers and into his hand and he rocked them gently in and out of her until he felt her body begin to relax. She was still gasping and shaking as he pulled out his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting her at last. He closed his eyes and groaned. She was just as sweet as he knew she would be, and his need to fuck her was more urgent than any he’d ever felt, which was why he was going to postpone it, just a little longer. He climbed up on the bed next to her and while she was still purring like a cat, he pulled her body against him, kissed the side of her face, and said:
“That was so beautiful, baby. Thank you.”
She groaned, and he watched as she pulled her head up to look at his face. “Thank me? No way,” she said in a breathless voice. “Thank you.” He smiled and kissed her again, this time softly on the lips, and then he pulled her back into his arms and just held her. He didn’t know how long they lay there like that, but after some time she pulled away and sat up so that she could look down at him. “I want to make you feel good too.”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea. I already feel so fucking good.” She smiled, but she wasn’t going to be denied. She had a sexy glint in her eyes as she began touching him. She started by exploring his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles so lightly with her fingers that it felt like she was brushing a soft feather across him. Then those fingers found their way down to his abdomen and while they explored, she bent down, and he felt her hot lips against his skin. He groaned. Her mouth was so close to his cock. He gently took a handful of her hair and considered forcing her head down on him...but he didn’t. He let her stay in charge and he concentrated on enjoying what she was doing. He soft kisses and licks caused his body to convulse but that was nothing compared to what it felt like when she at last wrapped his aching, throbbing cock up in her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Oh fuck!” He opened his eyes and looked at her. She smiled down at him wickedly as she began to stroke him up and down. Her shyness was gone and she was enjoying herself...and fuck, he was enjoying it too.
Her soft stroking quickly morphed into more forceful strokes. She ran her hand from base to tip each time, giving the head a light squeeze before running it back down. Ryder didn’t think he could get any harder, but his head grew light as he did. He had his eyes closed again, enjoying the feeling of what she was doing, but he jerked them back open, wide, when he felt her wet tongue gently tracing the tip of it. She looked up at him and locked her eyes into his as she opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. He let out a groan that sounded like he was dying...and if that was the case, he would have gone with a smile on his face. She kept the eye contact as she bobbed her head up and down, brushing that soft hair across his abdomen and the tops of his thighs. She was cr
azy good at what she was doing and if she’d been one of the club girls, he would have let himself come in her pretty mouth. But she was different, and he already knew it. He needed to be inside of her and as painful as it was, he finally used his hold on her hair to pull her mouth off his cock.
They stared at each other for a second and then he suddenly wrapped his arm around her back and flipped her over him so that she was lying on her back on the other side of the bed. “Don’t move,” he said. He grumbled as he had to get up off the bed and dig around on the floor for his jeans. Then once he pulled out his wallet, he had to dig through that to find the condom he was searching for. He looked over at Storm. She was watching him as he opened it and rolled it on. Fuck, he loved the way she looked at him. He loved that she looked like she wanted to eat him up, and he wanted to spoon feed her as much as she wanted.
Once he was covered, he climbed back up on the bed. He moved her, using his legs and his body, and when he got her centered, he felt her open up her legs to give him access to that beautiful pussy. He reached down and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening and they both let out a loud gasp. She was so wet that when he pushed into her, he slid in without a hitch and in seconds he was filling her up. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his back and he finally began fucking her. Neither of them was in the mood for slow and sweet. It was sweet, but he pummeled his hips into hers and she returned the sentiment by lifting her hips up each time he thrust and meeting him. His pelvis slammed into hers each time almost violently. Her fingernails scratched at his back and his hands pinched and pulled at her nipples. It was hot, and wild, and again he lost track of time. When he finally felt like there was no holding back any longer, he reached down between them and pinched her clit between his fingers. She practically screamed and brought her hips up a foot off the bed. Ryder slammed into her one last time and they both hit the brick wall that was their climax at almost exactly the same time.
When Ryder collapsed down next to her and she curled into him he thought that had been exactly what he’d imagined, and then some. He wanted to rest, and do it again, and he hoped that she would be willing. When he felt her wiggle into him tighter and rock her sensitive pussy into his thigh, he knew there wasn’t much question of that. He decided at that moment that Storm was going to be like meth to him...addictive the first time, and necessary for his body to create endorphins.
7
Storm stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself. Mariah, Frank’s manager, had been the one to give her the “uniform.” It wasn’t bad; it was just a lot more of herself that she was used to exposing in public. She was a referee in a black and white low-cut tank, a pair of black bootie shorts with zebra print around the hem, and black fishnet stockings. Thankfully, the bar allowed the girls to wear comfortable shoes. Hers were simple black tennis shoes. After she’d put on the uniform, Mariah had come into the employee lounge and given her a thumb up. But, when she began to twist her hair up into a ponytail the manager said:
“Honey leave it down, okay? You know how men are about hair. They’ll love it and your tips will be much better.” Storm smiled and nodded. She didn’t like leaving her hair down at work. She’d spent years working in the catering business on the reservation before she got the job at the daycare, and she’d learned all kinds of things about how many germs your hair can carry around...and flick into people’s food, unbeknownst to anyone. But it was her first night on her new job and she wasn’t going to argue. She fluffed it out around her shoulders, reapplied her lipstick, and told Mariah:
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“You look great,” Mariah told her. Mariah wasn’t much older than her, but she was one of those people that seemed much more mature than her years. She was dressed in a business casual pantsuit and her long, straight black hair lay smooth against her back. Frank had “interviewed” her when she came in. That “interview” consisted of his taking the resumé and putting it in a folder and having her fill out employment documents. Then he had handed her over to Mariah and now Mariah was going to hand her off to one of the other girls for her training. She followed the manager back out front and Storm noticed how in less than an hour since she’d gone in the back, the bar had begun to fill up. It was seven p.m., and she was scheduled until midnight. According to Ryder, it was likely to get so packed that it would be standing room only by the end of the night. She didn’t mind that. Working hard would make the night go by quickly, and even though she felt silly about it, she already missed Ryder.
The morning after they had sex, they had sex again, and then one more time in the shower. He was incredible. No man had ever taken the time to make sure she felt so good, and in the two days since she’d driven him back to the ranch, she’d thought of little else. He called or texted her a couple of times a day since then and this afternoon’s text had said that he’d be in the city tonight and he wanted to see her. Storm wasn’t going to waste time being coy or playing games. She’d texted him right back, and it had said:
“I can’t wait to see you.”
“Okay, Storm, this is Glenda. Glenda, Storm is going to be training with you tonight.”
Glenda was a tall girl, probably close to six feet. She wore a flat-soled pair of tennis shoes. Her “uniform” was a basketball outfit, but where the jersey ended and basketball shorts normally began, hers were more like panties that matched her yellow and black jersey. She had a thin frame and a small butt, but nevertheless the panties she wore were short enough to show a little cheek on each side when she moved. Her long blonde hair was flipped back on the sides, like 80s hair. Storm was reminded of Farrah Fawcett from Charlie’s Angels, but it looked good on the other woman.
“Hey, Storm, welcome. I was just getting my station ready. Come with me and I’ll show you.” Storm followed Glenda and the other girl showed her where she would keep her things like her trays and pens, receipt books, etc. She introduced her to the bartenders. There were three of them, two guys and a girl. The young men were dressed in jeans and t-shirts with the sleeves cut off, the woman was dressed in cut-off jean shorts and a button-up shirt that was mostly unbuttoned. She had curly dark hair and a pretty smile. The guys were nice-looking too. Storm wondered if a lot of Frank’s success was due to the fact that he seemed to only hire beautiful people.
Glenda was nice to her and thorough about the things she was teaching her. But she knew how to handle the perverts and drunks. She told Storm that she was welcome to have one of the bartenders, or one of the big bouncers that stood out front, remove them from the bar if need be. Storm wasn’t an overly aggressive person, but she was secure in her ability to handle a drunk or two. She’d only worked at the other bar for a week, but while she lived and worked on the reservation, she had run into more than a handful of them, and she’d handled it.
It was probably nine o’clock when the bar got so full that the bouncers out front were turning people away. The time was flying thanks to how busy they were, and Glenda had even let her take a few of her own tables. By the time it was midnight and the girls went to cash out their tips, Storm was surprised to discover that she had made over a hundred dollars, and that was from only a few tables of her own. Once she passed the torch to the next waitress, thanked Glenda, and went in the back to change into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, her phone was buzzing. She smiled when she saw that it was Ryder. He didn’t even have to be visibly present to get her heart pumping and make her palms sweaty, but she knew he was probably close since he promised he’d be there to pick her up when she got off.
“Hey,” she said, bringing the phone to her ear.
“Hey, beautiful, how did the first night go?”
“It was good, so busy that my head is still spinning, but good.”
“Where are you?”
“I just stepped in the back to change. Where are you?”
“Out front. I was hoping to get here earlier. I’d really love to see your uniform.”
She laughe
d. “Okay, I’ll be out in a sec.” She left her stuff in her locker and headed back out front. She spotted Ryder standing near the jukebox right by the front door. She got to study him without his knowing because his eyes seemed to be scanning the room almost continuously. She was almost to where he was standing when she felt a strong arm go around her waist and her body being spun around. Suddenly she was face to face with some blond-haired, blue-eyed, preppy-looking guy. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. He reeked of it.
“What the fuck? Get your hands off me.”
“Gimme a kiss, baby, just one. I’ll give you a big tip...”
“Hey.” The sound of Ryder’s deep voice was like music to her ears. She watched the blond guy jerk his head up to look at him. “You might want to take your hands off her while you still have some motor control left.” Storm felt the guy let go of her. He put his palms up and said:
“Hey, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was yours.”
Storm was watching Ryder’s eyes. He had that same intense, focused look in them that he’d had the night he was watching the gunman. At first she thought he was just going to let the guy back away but all of a sudden he reached out, grabbed him by his turned-up Ralph Lauren collar, and jerked him forward. Ryder was several inches taller than him and Storm was sure the other guy’s feet weren’t touching the ground. “What the fuck, man? I let go of her. What’s your fucking problem?”
“My problem? My problem is little turds like you that have no respect for women. You didn’t know she was mine? Guess what, fuckwad? She’s not. She’s her own woman, all these girls here are. They come in night after night, standing on their feet for hours at a time, serving alcohol to you losers so they can support their families and pay their bills. What they are not here for is creeps like you putting your filthy hands on them. I want you the fuck out of here, now, and don’t come back. The next time I see your pretty-boy face, I won’t be so pleasant.” Ryder let go of him, hard. He stumbled back and nearly fell, but he bumped into another guy…a big guy who turned around and grabbed him. Storm saw the traces of a smile on Ryder’s face as he reached for her hand. She gave it to him and they walked away while the pretty boy dealt with the bruiser he’d just nearly bowled over. Ryder walked her back toward the back and the employee lounge and he didn’t speak until they got to the door. “I’m sorry,” he said.
