WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  He leans his head forward and starts sucking on my right nipple and then my left nipple. The feeling is driving me crazy. I’m getting closer and closer with each bounce, each grind, each suck. The feelings of everything that’s going on is overwhelming me.

  I remember what he said earlier.

  “Mmm, daddy. Yes fuck me daddy.”

  He stops bouncing me and gets a sexy smile on his face. “You dirty girl. You remembered what I said.”

  I nod my head. He gives my ass another squeeze and then spanks it as hard as he can.

  “You naughty, naughty girl. You need to come for me so I can come in this prefect mouth of yours.” He grabs my face and we start making out. I’m bouncing and grinding on him and he’s kissing my face.

  “Mmm,” I moan as I taste his mouth on mine. He pulls back and then goes on and starts sucking on my nipples again. It’s the best feeling ever and I'm not sure how I never noticed just how amazing it really felt before.

  “I love your fucking cock,” I say as I start bouncing on him harder. I’m ready to come again and I’m ready to make him come again.

  “I love your fucking pussy. And your ass,” he says and sticks his finger in my ass.

  “Oh my God!” I yell out. It’s so raunchy and so fucking hot.

  “come for me, baby,” he says.

  He kisses me once more and it’s all it takes. With his finger in his ass, me bouncing on his large cock and his mouth on mine pushes me over the edge and makes me come. I throw my head back and keep grinding into him. This orgasm is amazing. It’s everything. My body is trembling and my toes are curled. The pleasure encapsulates me and it feels like I took some sort of drug. It’s the best orgasm of my life.

  When I come down from it, we pull apart and I get up off of him. I stand before him and then get on my knees.

  “come in my mouth,” I say to him.

  “Do you swallow?” he asks.

  “You’re gonna find out,” I say.

  I lean forward and take his cock in my hand. I put it up to my mouth and lick the tip. I lick back and forth across the top. Flicking my tongue. Then I lick around the head of his cock and down the sides. I’m teasing him, of course. The licks are small and light. Just enough to make him go crazy and want more. Then when I think he is used to it, I start rubbing his cock while I suck on the head.

  “MMM,” I moan with him in my mouth.

  He puts a hand on my head and pushes my head down. I take him all the way to the back of my throat and gag myself. Then I pull my head slowly back up and twist my hand around his shaft. Back and forth. I suck the top half and twist the bottom half of his cock.

  He sucks air in through his teeth. “Oh fuck, baby, don’t stop that. Oh my fucking God that feels so good.”

  I take his cock and shove it into my mouth. He starts pushing my head up and down making me swallow his large cock.

  “Don’t stop,” he moans. “I’m so close.”

  I shove him farther into my mouth and then as I’m coming back up his shaft, I very lightly, drag my teeth across his cock. I remember reading it in a magazine a few years ago. I’ve never used it, but I figured I would now.

  I do it again and the second time, he thrusts up into my mouth and suddenly I feel my mouth being filled with a warm liquid. His cum.

  When he’s done filling my mouth I lift my head up and swallow. Then I clean the cum off the side of my mouth and suck the excess off of my finger.

  “That was so fucking hot. You really are something else, you know that,” he says to me as we are both getting dressed.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I say. “I guess you better go find the bartender that was looking for you.”

  He laughs. “Yeah and you better get back to your friends who have no idea where you went. They have no idea you could watch them while I fucked you.”

  I smile and bite my lip. “I know that’s what made it so much more fucking hot.”

  He leans into me and give me a kiss. “Seriously, thank you.”

  “Thank you,” I say.

  Once we are well put back together, we walk out of his office. I walk down the hallway and back out into the area to rejoin my friends. I try to hide the smile when they ask me what I was up to and where I had gone. When I can’t, it isn’t hard for them to guess it. They tell me it is written all over my face. I can’t help the smug smile when Kirk just gave me so many amazing orgasms. I don’t give them any details. I want them to keep wondering what I was doing. It makes it so much more fun. Kirk and I share a glance across the bar. He winks and I bite my lip. And I know, I’ll be dreaming about his cock all night tonight.

  Chapter 13

  Kirk

  Today was a long day.

  But more than a long day, it was a good day. Sure, kicking drunk assholes out of my bar isn’t how I like to spend my time, but this time it was well worth it. I wouldn’t mind dealing with assholes like that if it meant I’d have Emily right after every time.

  Ah, Emily… I have no idea how, but fucking her inside my office was even better than our first time together. If I was smitten by her before, I don’t even know how to describe the state I’m in right now.

  Still, despite all that, I didn’t find the guts to ask her to come home with me. She could be here right now, couldn’t she? But no, I had to let her leave, and now here I am, alone in my apartment and feeling like a complete idiot. Yeah, just how I wanted to end my day, depressed about stupid shit like this.

  Kicking off my shoes and throwing my jacket over the couch, I drag my feet all the way to the bathroom and turn the shower head on. I get undressed and then step under the running water, gritting my teeth as its coldness slaps my naked skin.

  I thought that a cold shower would help me take my mind off Emily, but what do you know? I can’t take her off my mind no matter what I do. I remain under the cold water for God knows how long, reliving the moment I just shared with her inside my office… My God, her lips, her curves, the wetness between her thighs… She isn’t a woman; she’s Lust itself.

  Sighing heavily, I feel my cock twitch, and it doesn’t take long for me to be as hard as a rock. How could it be otherwise? Curling my fingers around my shaft, I close my eyes and start moving my hand back and forth, allowing the image of Emily’s naked body to take over my mind.

  I keep stroking myself, surrendering to the wickedest thoughts my mind can conceive, and it doesn’t take long for my whole body to tense up like a nocked arrow. “Fuck,” I groan, breathing hard as one hard spasm makes my cock twitch against my fingers. Even though I’ve came just a few hours ago, here I am, gushing rope after rope of my seed.

  “Fuck, I must be going crazy,” I whisper, throwing my head back and allowing pleasure to wash all over me. I stand there for a few minutes longer, waiting to see if stroking myself helped, but I quickly give up. I get out of the shower, dry myself up, and then wrap a towel around my waist.

  I’ll be insane in a few days if I keep going like this. I don’t know how it’s possible, but she’s on my mind 24/7. I can’t even sleep through the night without dreaming of her. Open up a dictionary and look up the word ‘madness’; I’ll bet that Emily is right in the definition.

  Deep down, though, I know that I’m the one to blame. I’ve been on my own for so long that I don’t even know if I’m ready for a relationship of any kind.

  I’m about to start getting dressed when I hear my phone ringing from the living room. Still with my feet wet, I tip-toe my way there. I grab my cellphone from the coffee table, and my heart skips a beat as I see the name on the screen.

  Yeah, speak of the Devil.

  “Emily?” I say out loud, taking her call and pressing the phone against my ear. “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah. I just wanted to… Well, I just wanted to thank you, Kirk,” she tells me, and I remain silent for a couple of seconds.

  “Thank me? For what?”

  “For everything, really…” she whispers. “You saved me from
that guy and —”

  “I didn’t save you from anything. I bet you would’ve kicked his ass anyway,” I laugh, although I can’t help but feel a little smug about the whole thing. I mean, all guys like to pretend they’ve been put on Earth to defend women’s honor, and I’m no different.

  “Maybe,” she agrees with me, laughing as well. “But then there was the sex… I guess I ought to thank you for that too.”

  “That’s a new one… I don’t think I ever had someone thanking me for sex,” I tell her, and it’s the complete truth. Even though some women really looked thankful about it, they never went ahead and said it out loud.

  “Maybe I’m polite… Or maybe you were a virgin before you met me,” she says, teasing me with a carefully placed jab.

  “Did I look like a virgin to you?” I ask her, a big stupid smile on my face as I talk with her. I must look like a schoolgirl right now, giggling on her phone as she talks to her boyfriend. How the mighty fall.

  “No, you didn’t…” she admits. “In fact, you seemed like everything but a virgin…” She continues, lowering her voice. “I can’t wait to do it again…”

  “Why don’t you come over? We can do it right now,” I tell her, the words coming out of my lips before I can put a stop to it. Oh, well, it’s done, besides, I should’ve already told her to come over a long time ago.

  I keep waiting for her to reply, but on the other side of the line there’s only silence.

  “Emily?”

  “Yeah… I’m here. I’d to love to but…” Oh, fuck, is she shooting me down? It took me this long to muster enough courage to ask her to come over, and now this. Perfect.

  “But?”

  “Well, I have lots of work to do…” she says, and I can tell that she’s struggling with her words. Is that because she’s giving me an excuse, or does she really have work to do?

  “Work, I see. It’s alright.”

  “No, I’m serious…! It’s not an excuse! I should start on a new project tonight, or else Lana is going to have my scalp.”

  “A new project? What do you do? A wine bar reviewer?” I tease her, glad to hear the honest tone in her voice. She’s not giving me an excuse.

  “No… I’m not a wine bar reviewer,” she laughs, “but… Uh, it’s complicated.”

  Complicated?

  Now I’m curious.

  Chapter 14

  Emily

  “Really, I’m curious now. What do you for a living?” I fall into a deep silence again, but he isn’t about to give up “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re a KGB agent or something?” He laughs, and I can’t help but relax a little.

  “No … it’s nothing like that,” I tell him, but I still haven’t been able to find the necessary courage to tell him about what I do for a living. Being a writer is supposed to be a glamorous profession, but I don’t think most people find it all that glamorous when they find out you write — ahem — romance for a living. I mean, let’s be honest; I write the kind of romance that leaves Kindles on fire (and panties, for that matter). I mean, I’ve told other guys before and they looked at me like I did porn or something. I guess I’m just a bit worried because I really like WineBar, ya know?

  “So?”

  “Well, I’m a writer,” I finally confess, saying it so fast that I’m actually surprised he understood me.

  “A writer? Like, a journalist?”

  Fuck it. I’m a Top 100 Romance writer on Rainforest.com. If he has a problem with that, then it was never going to work out anyways.

  “No, I’m a novelist. I write romance,” I chuckle, playing with one stray lock of hair. God, I’m already adopting Lana’s nervous ticks. Leaning back, I throw my feet up on the couch and run my tongue between my lips, thinking of the best way to answer all of his questions.

  “Romance? That’s sweet. Why were you so ashamed of telling me that?”

  “Well … uh, because sweet wouldn’t be the word I’d use to describe what I write,” I continue, now going from playing with my hair to biting my fingernails. Yeah, it’s a nasty habit, but anxiety isn’t exactly a nice thing.

  “Now you’re confusing me,” he admits, that playfulness in his voice making my heart tighten up. “Why don’t you show me one of your books?” he asks me, and my heart tightens up so much I wouldn’t be surprised if it simply burst.

  “I don’t know about that,” I stammer, but I know that there’s no way around it.

  “Oh, come on. You’re a writer, and I’m a potential reader… I’m a sale waiting to happen, Emily,” he insists, and I take a deep breath.

  “Okay… are you ready?”

  “More than ready.”

  “So… have you ever heard of Anna Angel?” I ask him, and I think that my heart has just skipped a few beats.

  “Mm, maybe? Isn’t she a —”

  “A writer, yes. She’s my pen name.” I close my eyes as I say it, nervously waiting to hear his reply. Instead of saying anything, though, he simply waits for me to keep on speaking. “Check out 12 Inches, that was one my latest hits.”

  “I’m on it,” he breathes out, and then I hear a keyboard rattling like a machine gun from the other side of the line. “I’m seeing it,” he tells me flatly, and then his tone changes in a fraction of a second. “Whoa, this is amazing, Emily. I had no idea you were this fucking talented.”

  “I’m not talented… I just write about what I like,” I say, his excited reaction calming my nerves. He doesn’t seem to think that I’m a sex-addict or something like that, so I’ll take it as a victory.

  “So… you like big cocks, huh?” he laughs, and I feel warm blood rushing to my cheeks again. God, what is it with all the blushing lately? I feel just like a virgin again.

  “Is it that obvious?” Despite how nervous I’m feeling right now, I can’t help but play along. Besides, his question is a valid one; after all, I just showed him a book called 12 Inches. Which is kinda ironic, since his own cock must be that big. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but I’m tempted to call it destiny.

  “I’d say it’s pretty obvious… After all, you seemed to be enjoying yourself with my own twelve inches,” Kirk says, echoing my own thoughts.

  “Don’t get too cocky,” I tell him, although my own choices of words was kind of a tongue slip. Cocky? C’mon, I can do better than this!

  “Cocky is my middle name, Emily… You should know that by now. So, anyway, are you going to start a new book tonight, is that it?”

  “Well…” I whisper, pursing my lips as I wonder about my options. I was supposed to be on the phone with Lana right now, so that we could outline our next book, but I ended up calling WineBar instead… And I’ve been on the phone with him for some time now, which means that Lana’s probably pissed right now. “I was supposed to be outlining a new book right now,” I confess to him, sighing.

  “But you aren’t.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “You’re on the phone with me.”

  “I am…” God, is this conversation going where I think it’s going? Because this time I won’t be able to say ‘no’. Why? Well, let me give you a hint; if I leave the house now, I’ll have to change my panties.

  “Alright, I’m gonna say it again… Come on over, Emily. I want you in here, with me.” I swallow hard, my mind going at a thousand miles per hour. He has invited me to his place for the second time in a row… There’s no way I’ll be able to turn him down.

  “Is this a, uh, booty call? Nothing more serious than that, right?” I ask him, the urge to know his intentions overpowering my rational side. What a dumb question to make — what the hell am I expecting his reply to be? Besides, I don’t even know what I want his answer to be.

  I expected his reply to come fast, but he’s taking his time. “Are you there?” I ask him, and I hear him take a deep breath on the other side.

  “I’m here… Yeah, just a booty call. So… you’ll come?”

  “Of course,” I smile, though I’m not sure how his answe
r made me feel. But I try to be funny. “More than once if you’re good at what you do,” I say to him.

  Booty calls are awesome, aren’t they? Then why the hell am I not feeling that awesomeness right now?

  Whatevs, screw it, booty call or not, my body demands his. “I’ll be right over,” I tell him, and then I jump up to my feet.

  I have no idea where this road will lead, but one thing’s for sure: I’ll have my fun, one way or the other.

  Chapter 15

  Emily

  I pull up outside of Kirk’s Russian Hill apartment. It’s in a really nice part of town. I flip the visor down and flip open the mirror to double check that none of my makeup has been smeared since I left the house.

  I get out of the car and walk up the path. I go up the few stairs and right to his front door. I form a fist and knock. The door swings open, revealing Kirk.

  “Hello,” he says, but his smile is what tells me he really wants me here right now.

  “Hi. Aren’t you going to invite me in?” I ask, with a smile so he knows I’m being flirty and not a bitch.

  “Yes, yes. Of course,” he says. He opens the door more, and steps out of the way so that I can come in.

  I step in and look around at the gorgeous, spacious apartment. It’s really clean, which I find kind of amazing. Most guys I’ve been with didn’t really know how to pick up after themselves so their apartments and houses were always really messy.

  “So, Emily,” Kirk begins and I turn to face him. “I’m—.”

  I don’t let him get another word in. I grab his head and pull his mouth to mine. We start kissing. His amazing, soft lips are pressed against mine and I feel his mouth open, I stick my tongue in his mouth and our tongues touch. It’s simple, but it’s hot. Our mouths begin to move in sync, picking up the pace.

  Kirk pulls back.

  “What?” I ask him.

  He doesn’t say anything. He backs up from me and closes the door. Then he takes my hand and leads me down a hallway and we go into a bedroom.

  His bed is a king size, it’s made, but it isn’t tucked in. Either he likes it that way or he just cleaned everything up because I was on my way over. It’s hard to tell. There’s a black comforter on the blanket and three pillows, all with white pillow cases.