The Bartender

by Ramona Gray

  I picked up a book and watched as she shelved the one she carried. When she was done, I handed her the book I held.

  “Thank you. Uh, what did you have for me?”

  I grinned at her and she turned scarlet as her gaze drifted to my crotch again.

  “Sweetheart, when we’re in public, you have to stop looking at my cock like you want to suck on it like a lollipop.”

  “I’m not.”

  I think she was aiming for indignant, but she just sounded breathless and turned on as fuck.

  My grin got wider, and she gave me a furious look. “I am not interested in sucking on your-your penis.”

  Not only was I gonna teach Rachel how to suck my dick, but I was also making it my mission to have her talking filthy while she did it.

  “It’s called a cock, sweetheart.”

  “Maybe to someone with a limited vocabulary.” She gave me a haughty look that only made my dick harder. “Regardless, I’m not sucking -”

  “That’s right, I almost forgot. You’re not going to suck my dick until I eat your pussy first.”

  If I had thought her cheeks were red before, now they looked like they were going to burst into flames. “I – I want no such thing.”

  “That isn’t what you told Madison in the coffee shop.”

  “It’s very rude to listen to private conversations, Mr. Parker.”

  She made a good point, but I hadn’t been purposely eavesdropping. I was passing by her table just so I could catch a hint of her perfume, and see the gleam of her dark hair in the sunlight. Hearing her say she would make me eat her pussy had thrown me so far down a rabbit hole of dirty fantasies, that I was surprised I hadn’t taken her home right then and there and fucked her senseless.

  After I ate out her pussy, of course.

  “You were talking very loudly,” I teased.

  She shelved the book with a hard thump. “I wasn’t talking about you.”

  “You were.”

  A scowl crossed her pretty face. “Can you just leave, please? I don’t want to talk to you.”

  She tried to slide by me and I cupped her elbow and pulled her to a stop. “Since when?” I leaned down and buried my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. “I know you have a crush on me, Rachel.”

  “Had, Mr. Parker. I had a crush on you.” Her voice was low and husky with need.

  I straightened and slid my hand around her waist, drawing her up until my erection pressed against her belly. Her soft moan and her almost imperceptible rubbing against it, lit me up like a fucking candle.

  “What’s changed?” I ran my thumb over her lower lip.

  “You-you kicked me out of your office Friday night and you were rude and coarse and…”

  Another soft little moan when I traced her collarbone through the thin material of her shirt.

  “I also gave you your first orgasm, didn’t I?”

  “Not my first.” She gave me a defiant look. “I might be a virgin, but I’m not a prude. I masturbate as much as the next girl.”

  I laughed, and she gave me an uncertain look tinged with embarrassment. God, she was so fucking sweet.

  “I meant,” I kissed the tip of her nose, “that I was the first man to make you cum.”

  “Oh, well, I…maybe you were. But you still…”

  “Do you use a vibrator or a dildo, Rachel?”

  Her mouth dropped open and she stared at me. “What?”

  “When you masturbate. Do you use a vibrator or a dildo in your virgin pussy?”

  “Well … neither.”

  “Just your fingers then?”

  I could see the answer on her face before she shook her head no.

  My cock swelled against my jeans and I moved my hand down to cup her delightful ass. I kneaded it as I rubbed my dick against her. “So, you’ve never had anything in your pussy, sweetheart? Do you just rub your sweet clit when you touch yourself?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  Fuck. I was a total ass, but it made me even hotter to know that her pussy had never taken a vibrator or even fingers. Of course, that was about to change. Right here and right now.

  My hand tightened on her ass and she made a soft squeak. “It was really awful of you to kick me out after – after making me say those things.”

  “It was.”

  My quick agreement made her jerk against my hard body.

  “I’m sorry for doing that, sweetheart. It was a dick move and I won’t do it again.”

  She blinked at me. “I – okay?”

  I grinned and leaned down to nuzzle her neck before I walked her backwards toward the big round table that was near the wall.

  “Of course, an apology isn’t really enough to make up for my terrible behaviour, is it?”

  “What do you mean?’ Her eyes widened when I gripped her around the waist and lifted her. I sat her on the table and she immediately closed her legs before I could step between them.

  “Don’t lift me like that again,” she said. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

  I just laughed. “Sweetheart, I can handle your curves.”

  She crossed her arms over her torso. “What are you doing?”

  “Making up for being an asshole to you on Friday night.”

  “Madison kept telling me you were a nice guy, that you were sweeter than you seemed.”

  “She’s right. I’m very sweet.” I plucked at the first button of her shirt.

  “Not that sweet. More like -”

  I dipped my head and covered her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue between those soft lips and licking at her tongue. She moaned into my mouth and returned my kiss. Tentatively at first, but with increasing enthusiasm the longer I kissed her. I broke the kiss, gave her the chance to take a couple breaths, then dove back in.

  Her hands curled around my waist, her fingers digging into my sides. I tugged on her thighs and when she didn’t open them for me, I pulled back.

  “Spread your legs, Rachel.”

  “Ren -”

  “Spread them for me right now.”

  Her legs parted, and I pushed them apart as far as her skirt would allow before stepping between them and pressing my dick against her. I cupped her ass and made her grind her pussy against me. She shuddered all over and I kissed her again.

  When she was pressing her pelvis rhythmically against my cock, I unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. I leaned back and made a low groan. Her bra was a navy blue push-up and I wanted to bury my face between her glorious tits. I reached around behind her and she gave me a startled look when I unhooked her bra.

  “What are you doing?” She crossed her arms over her breasts to keep her bra from sliding off.

  “I want to see your gorgeous tits, sweetheart.” The flush was rising up her chest and I tugged on the shoulder straps of her bra, sliding them down her arms. “Move your arms.”

  She refused, and I leaned down and nipped at her bottom lip. “They belong to me, remember? Show them to me.”

  “Ren, we can’t -”

  “Show them to me.”

  She stared at my mouth and then dropped her arms. I pulled her bra away and dropped it to the floor.

  “Sweetheart, I love your tits. Someday I’m going to fuck them.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It means,” I cupped her breasts and pushed them together, “you lie on your back and push your tits together for me, just like this. Then I straddle you and slide my dick back and forth between your beautiful tits.”

  She bit her bottom lip. “I want to see your cock.”

  I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples until they were hard little peaks. “Soon, sweetheart.”

  “Ren, no. I want to see it right now. Before you – oh my goodness!”

  I had bent my head and took one hard nipple into my mouth. I licked it and sucked it and teased it with my teeth and tongue as her hands threaded through my hair. Her back arched, shoving more of her breast into my mou
th. I cupped her other breast, pulling on her nipple as she made little moans and squeaks of pleasure.

  I straightened and pulled the sticks from the bun in her hair, shoving them into the back pocket of my jeans next to the other sticks. Her hair tumbled down to nearly her waist and I smoothed it back from her face. It was as soft as silk, and I tugged on one lock. “You should wear your hair down more often.”

  She chewed at her bottom lip. “I – it doesn’t look good when it’s down.”

  “It looks beautiful. You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

  “Thank you. You – you’re beautiful too.”

  I pushed on her shoulders. “Lie back, Rachel.”

  “W-why?”

  “Because I’m going to eat your pussy.”

  “What? No, you can’t!”

  “Why not?” I placed one hand between her breasts and applied gentle, steady pressure until she was flat on her back on the table. I leaned over her, preventing her from sitting back up and palmed one heavy breast.

  “Because this is where I work.” Her pelvis thrust against mine when I pinched her nipple.

  “The library is closed.”

  “I know, but…”

  “Are there security cameras in here?” I grinned at her as I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb.

  “I – oh God – um, no. Just outside.”

  “Then there’s no one here to see me eat your sweet pussy.” My hands were already reaching for her skirt and I pushed it up her nylon-clad legs. “Hips up, sweetheart.”

  I waited for her to refuse and I couldn’t stop my grin of satisfaction when she braced her arms on the table and lifted her hips. I quickly pushed her skirt up around her waist before she could change her mind.

  “That’s my good girl. Now, I’m going to…holy fuck.” All the spit dried up in my mouth as I straightened and looked down at Rachel’s pussy.

  “What’s wrong?” She automatically covered her crotch with her hands. “Oh God, let me up. I can’t -”

  “Hush, sweetheart.” I pulled her hands away and pinned them at her hips. “Let me look at you.”

  Rachel was wearing a pair of silk, dark blue panties with a matching garter belt and black stockings. My cock was so hard it was threatening to tear a hole through my jeans. Fuck, if I’d known Rachel dressed like this under her long skirts and loose shirts, I wouldn’t have been such an idiot and waited so long to make her mine.

  “Ren?” Her voice was thick with uncertainty and her entire body had tensed. “Please let me go.”

  I released her hands but when she tried to pull her skirt down, I shook my head. “Don’t do that. You’re so fucking sexy, Rachel.”

  Her hands stilled on her skirt. “I am?”

  I traced the top of her stockings with my fingers. “Fuck, yes. Do you wear garters and stockings every day?”

  “Almost every day. I like to wear pretty, um, underthings.”

  “It’s very pretty.” I ran my finger along the waistband of her panties. “I’m going to take these off you now, sweetheart.”

  I expected her to argue, but she just stared at me with her dark eyes and lifted her hips when I tugged on her panties.

  “Good girl,” I praised again. I pulled them down her thighs and calves and slipped off her shoes for her before removing her panties completely and stuffing them in the front pocket of my jeans.

  “Feet on the table.” I cupped her calves and lifted her legs up before she could argue. She planted her feet on the table and I grinned when I studied her pussy. Her hands were over it, covering it completely from my view and I ran my fingers over the back of her hands. God, I loved how shy and sweet she was.

  “Let me see your pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

  Her hands were trembling. I lifted them and held them tight for a moment as I looked her in the eye. “Relax, Rachel.”

  “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered.

  I kissed her knuckles. “Sweetheart, I’ve been dreaming about tasting your sweet pussy for three years.”

  Her eyes widened. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, sweet one. Rest your hands on the table.”

  She pressed her hands into the table, making a little nervous squeak when I placed my hands on her inner thighs. “Open your legs nice and wide for me, sweetheart.”

  I pressed on her smooth thighs, my fingers tugging on her garter straps. She opened her legs and I pressed them even wider before staring down at her pussy.

  “Such a pretty little pussy, Rachel.” I touched the small triangle of dark hair at the top of her pussy before running my fingers over her plump and swollen lips. I held my hand up so she could see the moisture on my fingers. “So wet for me.”

  “Ren, I – oh!”

  I had pressed on the bud of her clit that was already protruding from her lips. Her hips jerked, and I pressed my other hand against the curve of her lower belly. “Don’t move, sweetheart.”

  I leaned down and she made a breathless moan when I licked her pussy lips. I lifted my head and smiled at her. “Sweetest little pussy ever.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “Ren, please.”

  “You want more?”

  “Yes.” Her hips were already rising. “Yes, do that again.”

  “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

  I liked her lips again before circling her wet hole with my tongue.

  “Oh, oh my goodness!” Her low cry made me smile and I licked my way up to her swollen clit. I flicked it with my tongue and caught her by the hips when she shuddered and nearly slid off the table.

  “Careful, sweetheart.”

  She gave me a pleading look. “Please, oh please.”

  I bent my head, parted her wet pussy lips with my fingers and licked her clit with a wide, flat stroke of my tongue. She cried out, her pelvis thrusting into my face and her hands grabbing onto my head.

  Fuck, her reaction was so hot, it was pushing me over the edge. I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I pulled my dick out and rubbed it roughly as I sucked on Rachel’s clit.

  She shrieked, the sound echoing through the library, before grinding her pussy against my mouth. I took my hand off my aching dick and pressed my index finger against her virgin hole. I licked and sucked on her clit for a few minutes more. When she was moaning and wiggling wildly, I straightened and stared at her jiggling tits. I rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb as I slowly slid my finger into her hot, wet entrance.

  She froze with her eyes squinted shut and her hands squeezing the edge of the table. “Ren? Is that…”

  “Just my finger, sweetheart. Relax for me.” I circled her clit and then rubbed it firmly. Her pelvis rose and her pussy swallowed my finger right to the last knuckle.

  “Good girl.” I slowly eased a second finger into her while I massaged her clit.

  “I want to cum,” she moaned.

  “Soon, sweetheart. You’re so tight. You feel so good around my fingers.” I made a few experimental thrusts with my fingers and her pussy squeezed around them. I groaned. My dick was rubbing against her thigh and smearing precum all over her nylons, but I couldn’t fucking help it. Rachel was so goddamn hot and the way she squeezed my fingers was just about enough to make me cum all over her.

  I hesitated for only a second before burying my face in her pussy again. Fuck it. I would make her cum and then I’d fuck her. I’d waited three fucking years for Rachel’s virgin pussy, I couldn’t wait any longer.

  I licked and sucked on her clit until she made another loud shriek and her entire body arched off the table. She came all over my face, her body shuddering and her thighs squeezing around my head. I pushed her thighs apart and licked away her sweet cream as she moaned and shook. Her pussy was clenching and unclenching around my fingers. I pulled my fingers free and she made a cry of disappointment.

  “I know, sweetheart,” I said. “Your little pussy needs to be filled, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  �
�Do you want my cock?” I held my dick in my hand and stroked it roughly.

  Her eyelids fluttered open and I watched as she stared at my dick. She nodded, although I could see the anxiety on her face, and I squeezed one thigh. “I’ll go slow, sweetheart. But I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck you.”

  I rubbed the head of my dick along her soaking wet slit. She shivered all over and jerked away when I rubbed her clit.

  “Too sensitive?” I kneaded her thigh.

  “A-a little,” she gasped out.

  I moved my cock down to her entrance. I pushed, and she moaned in response. I pushed the head of my cock into her and stopped. Fuck, she was so goddamn tight. I needed to do some deep breathing exercises, or I’d shove my entire dick into her pussy without a second thought.

  “Ren? Why are you stopping?”

  “Give me a minute, sweetheart. I want to go slow but I -”

  The pounding on the front door of the library made both of us jerk wildly. Another inch slid into her tight pussy and Rachel made a strangled sound that had too much pain in it. I pulled out of her in a hurry, sat her up and cupped her face. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

  “I, yeah, I’m okay. I just -”

  “Rachel! Rachel, open up! Are you in there? Open the door!”

  The woman’s voice was muffled but I could hear the anger in it.

  “Who the fuck is that?” I said as Rachel scrambled off the table and shoved her skirt down.

  She reached for her bra, giving me a look of shame. “My mother.”

  Chapter Three

  Rachel

  I wanted to die.

  I wanted to drop dead right there in the library. I had been seconds away from finally losing my virginity to Ren Parker, and my mother was interrupting us like I was a stupid teenage girl.

  Could a person literally die of shame? They could, right?

  I whipped around until my back was to Ren and threw my bra on. I raked the straps up my arms. “Can you do me up?”

  Ren fumbled at the hooks as my mother’s voice, muffled but clearly understandable, screeched through the door. “Rachel! I know you’re in there. Open the door. Why are you ignoring me? I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes for you!”