by Marla Monroe
Celeste wrapped her legs around him and leaned to kiss him on the chin, a nicely stubbled chin.
“Figured a big, strong muscle man like you could handle little ole me without a problem. Next time I’ll warn your weak ass first.” She grunted when he backed her up against the wall and ground his dick into her pussy through their clothes.
“Weak, huh? I’m not weak, just cautious, woman. Don’t confuse the two. Letting you get hurt would kill a part of me, so don’t go taking chances like that.” He rubbed his cock up the crease of her jeans. “Got it?”
She purred in his ear. “Oh, I’ve got it all right. Right.” She squeezed her thighs around his waist with each word. “Where. I. Want. It.”
“You ain’t right, babe, but I’m going to take care of that right here, right now.” Tyler pushed her higher up on his torso and pressed tighter against the wall as he dropped one hand from her hips and unfastened his jeans.
“W—what are you doing, Tyler?” Celeste’s voice came out breathy as if the thought of sex against the wall in the bar excited her.
“I’m going to scratch an itch I’ve had ever since you sat your ass up on that bar to talk to the ladies. Seeing those tight jeans stretched across your awesome ass had me so hard I was in pain through the entire meeting.”
“Tyler. Go lock the door. Someone might see the light and think we’re open for business.” She tried to look around him toward the front of the building, but he crowded her into the wall.
“Does that bother you, Celeste? Does it scare you or embarrass you that someone could walk in and see you getting fucked by the hired help?” Tyler’s voice had dipped low and a strange light shined from his eyes. This was the Tyler she hadn’t met yet. This was the one who wasn’t tip-toeing around her.
“Do you get off letting others watch you, Tyler?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet, but she wanted to know what did it for him.
“Yeah. I like to watch and be watched. Does that scare you, Celeste?”
Does it? I don’t know. What’s the difference in this and fumbling in the back seat of a car in high school?
“I don’t scare easily, Tyler.”
“Have you ever watched someone else?” he asked.
“N—no.”
“It’s a real turn on. Watching how someone gets excited until they don’t realize their being watched is sexy as hell. Seeing that happen to someone you know gives you a bit of intimacy you wouldn’t otherwise have since you’re not with that person. I bet you’d love being watched, babe. I bet you’d come so hard you saw stars.”
She chuckled, a little nervous of where Tyler might be going with this line of thought. “You’ve already made me see stars and pass out. I’m not sure anything can top that, big boy.”
“Maybe, maybe not. I want to watch the awareness in your eyes as you come apart in my arms while someone sees you do it. Would you do that for me?” He asked.
All the time they’d been talking, Tyler had pulled his jeans open and was tugging at the zipper of her jeans. He cursed, frustrated when he couldn’t get it to budge.
“Honey, the jeans aren’t going anywhere with my legs wrapped around your waist. Put me down and let me take them off.” She wiggled in his arms, but Tyler held on to her and walked them both over to one of the tables.
“Sit down and let me.” She unwound her arms and legs from his body and arched her back, lifting her hips when he tugged on the jeans material.
After removing her shoes, Tyler stripped both her pants and underwear from her legs before urging her to climb back up his body. Celeste was all too willing to do that, though she did give the front door a quick glance.
Once again, she found her back plastered to the wall with Tyler’s cock probing the slit of her pussy. She knew he was trying to be sure she was ready for him. Celeste could have told him before they even removed her clothes that she was slick and wet for him. All the talk about watching and being watched had amped up her arousal to almost a fever pitch. That little danger of being caught was like spiking a drink with top-shelf whiskey. She dreaded it but couldn’t wait, as well.
The first push of his cock against her pussy eased a sigh from her lips. When he drew back and thrust in deeper, she moaned. The rasp of his hard dick against the sensitive muscles of her cunt felt like someone tickled her insides with a rubber feather. The all too familiar itch that needed to be scratched was building.
“Tyler.” His name slipped past her lips in a sigh.
“Celeste.” He breathed out her name.
It didn’t take long until he was slowly filling her with the entire length of his dick and then slowly withdrawing until just the cockhead remained inside of her. Then he’d start the entire process over again. She couldn’t take the slow build of pressure this time. She needed relief. She wanted it sooner rather than later.
“Tyler!” She knew she’d let his name slip out harsher than she’d meant to do.
“I’ve got you, babe. Just relax and let it happen. My cock is filling that pretty pussy. Feel me deep inside of you.” The man’s voice could rival a siren’s song any day.
“Don’t tease me, Tyler. Fuck me. I need you deep, deep and hard.”
“Sorry, babe. This is all about pleasure and not about satisfaction. Pleasure first, then you’ll be satisfied. I promise.”
She wanted to scream at him to fuck pleasure—she wanted satisfaction. But instead, she just growled and tried to push against his body when he began to enter her again. The pressure built inside of her. It didn’t roar down the tunnel as she’d come to expect it to with Tyler. Instead, it seeped through her bloodstream, eased along her blood vessels, and filled her chest with something that almost frightened her.
“That door might open at any second and someone could walk in right about the time I make you scream my name. It could be one man or it could be a group of them. I can guarantee you that not a single one of them will be able to walk out again without adjusting their junk first.”
“Tyler?” She couldn’t believe how much those naughty words affected her arousal.
Now she was to the point of exploding if he didn’t hit some spot deep inside of her and soon. Something needed pressing or she’d go up in flames. In that moment, Celeste wanted to beat Tyler over the head with a frying pan. She needed him to fix this mess he’d gotten her in.
“I’ve got you. Just relax and let it happen, baby girl. I’m going to take real good care of you. You’ll never want anyone but me to make you come again.” He thrust hard into her pussy, the first signs of aggressive need he’d shown since they’d started on that journey.
The sound of the front door scraping open had Celeste’s eyes flying wide open. Tyler didn’t miss a stroke as he tunneled in and out of her wet pussy. She couldn’t believe that someone had actually walked into the bar. Could they see them? Who was it?
That one sound took off the edge of her arousal, sucking out some of the intense pleasure she’d been riding the line on for what felt like hours.
“Celeste, focus on me. I’m who matters here. No one else. Look at me.” Tyler bit each word off in her ear.
“Someone’s here, Tyler,” she whispered back.
“Fuck them. We’ll deal with them when we’re through. We’re. Not. Through.”
Celeste had no way to keep her yell silent when he punctuated each word with a hard, deep thrust of his cock. All she could do at this point was hold on for the ride. Not being able to see who’d walked in didn’t matter nearly as much as she’d first thought it had. Now all she wanted was for Tyler to make her come.
Hard.
Chapter Fourteen
Tyler cursed inside. Maybe he should have locked the fucking doors. It didn’t matter to him one bit, but he hadn’t meant to push Celeste into this so quickly. He’d only meant to give her a little taste to see how she’d behave. He loved to watch and be watched, but hadn’t been able to figure out how she would react to his little kink. He didn’t want to scare her a
way. Now someone was in the bar with them and he had no way to stop what he’d started.
If anything, the knowledge hardened his cock to the point of pain. His fucking balls had started squeezing in even as he increased his pace. It had been a long time since he’d felt a rush like this. Being with Celeste while someone watched them getting it on was the absolute fucking best scenario he could think of right then.
“Tyler.” His name from her breathy lips nearly made him lose his rhythm. If anything, it increased the pressure of the vise wrapped around his dick.
“Celeste. Come for me. Let me feel you swallow my cock with that hot, wet cunt. I want them to see you lose yourself in this. Say my name, Celeste. Scream it for me.”
He pounded into her, hearing the squishy noise of sex between them and the slap of skin against the wall as she hit it with each thrust of his pelvis into hers. The instant she began to seize with the start of her orgasm, her pussy walls strangled his cock, triggering his own climax at the same time.
His name on her scream did it for him and Tyler joined her over the top of the maelstrom of satisfaction that started out as nothing but pleasure. His last breath once he’d finished filling her with his seed was her name on a sigh.
“Celeste.”
Tyler struggled to stay upright when all he wanted to do was slide to the floor with Celeste on top of him. Instead, he kept them upright using her body as a crutch until he could recover enough to walk them over to a table.
“Holy, shit. Did you see that, Brian? That was hot as hell. Told you they were open.” The voice wasn’t familiar, but Tyler knew it was to Celeste by the way she stiffened in his arms.
“Rudy Jones? Is that you?” She struggled to see around Tyler, going so far as to move his head to one side with her hands. “Get your ass out of here right now. We are not open. What part of empty parking lot did you miss? Get the hell out!”
Tyler nearly burst out laughing when she barely missed his ear with her finger pointing in the general direction of the front door. She meant business.
“Ah, come on, Celeste. You got to admit that was hot. I could go home and screw Lilly twice on that alone. Give me a break. I don’t get hard all that often anymore,” the one called Rudy answered her back.
“Something that your wife is right proud of these days from what I hear. Go give poor Lilly one last hooray and get the hell out of here. Brian, you knew better! You’re not off the hook, so you better get him out of here before Tyler lets me go and I get my damn shotgun.”
“Whoa, boys. I’d be making time if I were you two. I’m not going to be able to hold on to her for much longer.” He acted as if he were struggling to keep her in his arms.
“Come on, Rudy. I told you about the damn hole she put in the roof the other night. We better leave while we don’t have a hide full of buckshot.” Brian’s amused voice did little to sooth his woman’s feathers. She was still struggling to get out from behind him. It had gotten to the point he wasn’t pretending the need to hold her back.
“Bye now, Celeste. Hope to see you again soon.”
“I’ll kill you, Rudy! You, too, Brian.”
“How old is Rudy?” Tyler finally managed to get out after bursting out laughing once the front door had closed again.
“This isn’t funny, you pervert! He’s at least seventy. It’ll kill him or his wife, Lilly, if he tries to have sex with her. Hell, it’ll kill them both.” Celeste hammered at his chest. “Get off of me. Let me up.”
“Not until you promise not to kill me when I do.” He couldn’t smother the laughter no matter how hard he tried.
“Brian knew better. He’s on my shit list now, too. I can’t believe he brought poor Rudy over here like that. I bet…” she stopped mid-sentence.
“What, babe?” he asked.
“You put them up to this, didn’t you?” She kneed him just shy of his nuts.
“Stop it! No, babe. I promise I didn’t. I wouldn’t do that to you on purpose like that. I admit to taking the chance, but I’d never set you up.” Now he prayed he hadn’t screwed up their relationship. He’d thought for a few seconds that it was going to work out perfectly.
“You promise you didn’t set this entire fiasco up?” she asked.
Tyler looked her straight in the eyes. “I promise. I didn’t set this up. I didn’t arrange for anything to happen. It was all spur of the moment and I wanted inside of you so badly I didn’t think you’d be upset.”
“Okay. Grab my clothes. I’m going upstairs to change. I’m still going to kill Brian.” Celeste untangled herself from his arms and stomped over to climb the stairs, cursing under her breath the entire time.
Tyler couldn’t move for a full minute once she’d disappeared on the landing. The sight of her ample ass jiggling as she tromped upstairs had his dick hardening all over again. Somehow he figured if she noticed that he was aroused so soon she might be tempted to Bobbitt it. He was a little fond of his wiggly. He needed to think about something deflating before he locked up and followed her upstairs.
* * * *
I can’t believe we did that! Hell, I can’t believe how turned on I got when I realized that anyone could walk through that door. Then when they did… I’m a total freak.
She argued with herself the entire time she cleaned up and redressed. It hadn’t been kids that had walked in on them, so nothing bad had happened. But having sex where someone could possibly see you was wrong. Wasn’t it?
I’ve got to stop obsessing over this. It was one time. It’ll probably never happen again.
And why did that disappoint her? Did she want it to happen again? Surely not. She wasn’t normally so wild. Not really.
I carry a shotgun and a baseball bat. What part of wild am I missing here?
That was for protection and to break up fights. That was a normal occurrence for someone who owned or operated a bar. Okay, maybe not normal, but frequently possible.
Celeste sighed and collapsed in a chair in the small living space. She wasn’t sure about anything anymore. She no longer cared about keeping the bar, she’d accepted Tyler, an employee, in her bed in less than a few days, and she’d essentially had public sex all in the same month. Wasn’t that some sort of record for a midlife crisis or something?
“Are you okay, Celeste?” Tyler’s voice surprised her so that she nearly jumped out of the chair. “Sorry. I thought you heard me knock. I was worried when you didn’t answer the door.”
She watched as he slipped through the open door, closing it behind him. He walked a wide birth around her to sit on the love seat across from her. Celeste eyed him warily. What did he have brewing behind those sexy dark eyes of his?
“I’m fine, Tyler. I don’t know why, but I am.”
His brows knit together as he leaned forward. “What do you mean you don’t know why?”
“I should be in shock or furious with you or something. In the span of a few weeks, my entire world has changed. Just since I’ve met you so much is new and different about me. I want things I’ve never wanted before, like settling down and buying a home. I want a normal life that doesn’t involve carrying a shotgun or a baseball bat around with me. I want to act crazy and have wild amazing sex on a picnic table in a park at midnight. What does that say about me?”
Tyler’s slow smile appeared genuinely gentle. She didn’t see any hint of amusement or lust at her words. “Babe, that says that you’re a mature woman ready for the next stage in her life. It says you’re secure in who you are, and that you aren’t tied down by conventions that tell you how to act or what to do. There’s nothing wrong with you, Celeste. I happen to like who you are, admire you even and the way you’ve survived in a hostile world that owning a bar can be for people.”
He stood up and took two strides to place him directly in front of her. She gazed up the tall line of his body before he knelt in front of her. She couldn’t stop her hand from caressing the side of his face. The way he moved his cheek into the curve of her hand filled her
with warmth. There wasn’t anything sexual about it. It was comfort, pure and simple. They were comforting each other.
“Babe. I know it’s too soon and believe me when I say I’ve agonized over how I feel about you, but I need to tell you this.” Her gaze remained on his as something fluttered within her heart. “I love you, Celeste. I think I fell in love with you when I first saw you behind that bar, confident and sexy all at one time. I’ve doubted myself over and over again but can’t disprove my feelings. I. Love. You.”
Whatever it was fluttering in her heart, it was playing havoc with her breathing. It was as if that life-giving organ turned flip flops in the air, stealing her breath. She had to concentrate to draw in enough air to remain conscious.
He loves me? Did I hear him right?
“I…I…”
“Shhh. You don’t have to say anything. I sprang this on you, I know. I just had to tell you, though. You are my breath and my heartbeat, Celeste. I would never do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. If I did that today, I am truly sorry. All I ask is that you give me—us—a chance to see where this takes us. I want forever with you. I won’t lie to you, but I’m willing to settle for now if that’s all you can promise me.” Tyler’s voice held no hint of anything outside of honestly. She felt the truth in them.
“Tyler.” She breathed out his name. “I think I’m falling in love with you, but I’m confused. I don’t know what to think. I do know that I care about you far more than I’m comfortable with. The thought of you leaving kills something inside of me. I keep expecting you to say you’re ready to move on and climb on that big bike of yours and ride off without me. It’s what keeps me from believing.”
“Believing what?”
“I don’t know. Maybe believing that we have any sort of future together. You’ve been a drifter for a while now. I don’t really know much about your past, and you’ve just told me that you’ve doubted yourself about your feelings for me. Why?”
Tyler stood up, scooping her into his arms as he did. When he sat back down with her across his lap, it felt right to be there. She didn’t want to leave that moment and almost asked him not to explain anything right then. But she was a pragmatist and knew this was something she needed to know, sooner rather than later.
