But Logan's hand traveled up to the button on my jeans at the last second and swiftly separated the two pieces of fabric. He yanked down my zipper and tugged to get my jeans off almost desperately.
"What happened to taking your time?" I asked as I lifted my hips up for him to rip my jeans off my legs.
"You're too fucking hot, I can't stand waiting," he answered, his voice filled with lust. "I fucking need you, Aubrey."
His mouth crashed against mine again before I could reply with words, so I answered with unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down his narrow hips.
I dragged my fingernails across the skin of his thighs, exploring the contours of his powerful quad muscles before running my hand against his rigid shaft trapped in his boxers.
Somewhere deep in my lust-soaked brain, a voice kept repeating how crazy this was. I met my boss last week and here I was, hooking up with him at work.
I never did anything wild and naughty like this. But was that because I wasn’t that kind of person, or because the opportunity never presented itself on a silver platter like this?
Before I could release his cock, he gently leaned me back in my barstool and tilted my hips up and forward. My heart beat so hard in my chest, I could feel the blood in my ears. I felt so dazed with a thirsty lust for him, everything happening seemed to have a dreamlike quality.
He cupped my vulva and moaned unintelligibly into my mouth as he stroked through my soaking wet panties.
"Your pussy's so fucking wet for me," he groaned when he pulled away like he couldn't believe it. He was a tall, handsome, muscled God among mere mortals and he wanted to have sex with me, how could I not be wet for him?
"You're so big and hard," I said as I reached for his cock again, briefly wondering how many women have told him that before.
"I'm not done with you yet, babe," he said with a smile, moving out of my reach as he pulled my panties aside to reveal my swollen, glistening pussy.
“So beautiful,” he said, barely above a whisper as he caressed my lips and spread my wetness. I almost thought I misheard him. He thought my vagina was pretty too?
After a couple of gentle strokes he slid an index finger inside me, then his middle finger.
"Mmm, such a tight fit," he muttered as he kissed his way from my mouth down my body, not missing a square inch as he moved his fingers inside.
His hand felt sooo good and yet not enough. He curled and stroked against the top wall of my vagina but I needed to be filled up. I felt so hollow and empty, I needed him to stretch me to my limits. My breathing came in rough pants as I grew increasingly desperate for that need.
"Logan, I need you to fuck me," I whimpered, fisting handfuls of his hair as he took his sweet time to kiss and lick at my inner thighs.
"I need to eat this sweet pussy of yours," he replied and lapped at my wetness with a thirst I didn't know men had for pussy.
He moaned as he sucked my pussy lips into his mouth and the vibration of his voice sent pleasure reverberating throughout my limbs.
My whole body quivered as his tongue moved on to dance in lazy circles around my clit and swiped over it a couple times just to tease me more.
I could distantly hear that I was making sounds but my brain didn't register any of it. Maybe it was begging, maybe just wordless moaning, I had no idea. Every cell in my body was overloaded on the sensations Logan bestowed upon me. He ruled my body and it jumped at his every command. If I felt this fucking good every time he touched me, I never wanted to be in control of my own body again.
Finally, after what felt like the longest most pleasurable torture, his tongue zeroed in on my clit like a bull's eye.
The explosions of heat and pleasure started small and grew incrementally bigger as my orgasm built up strong and fast. Logan's long fingers penetrated me deeply as he sealed his whole mouth over my clit. I would've been writhing, thrashing, and possibly falling off my barstool if he didn't hold me down with his other hand.
When my orgasm finally hit, it shuddered through me like I was possessed by a demon and I almost did thrash off the chair. Logan's tongue remained firm on the hard nub of my clit, the calm in my storm.
He only removed his mouth from my pussy after I finally stopped moving, with the exception of my deep, ragged breaths.
"You taste like heaven, babe." He smiled at me and licked his lips as he tore off his boxers eagerly. My eyes fell to the thick, pulsing cock pointing stiffly at me and my need to be fucked mercilessly returned. Even though my pussy still quivered from the aftershocks of my orgasm, it felt hollow, hungry, and desperate to be filled.
CHAPTER 12
LOGAN
A naked Aubrey in her post-orgasmic glow was a truly glorious sight to behold.
Her soft, creamy skin flushed pink from her delicate quivering pussy to the apples of her cheeks. As she sucked in deep breaths of air, the stiff points of her nipples rose and fell atop the round swells of her gorgeous tits.
When she first begged me to fuck her, I almost did right then. Her body, her skin, her mouth and her touch drove me insane with lust. I didn't just want her, I needed her.
But I was glad I didn't because her pussy tasted like a divine nectar on my tongue. As I watched her thrash around like a madwoman as she came, I knew she'd never come like that before. She looked so blissed out and all I wanted was to make her mine.
Her sweet, pink pussy barely stopped quivering when I positioned my cock at her entrance. She gasped and twitched as my swollen head caressed her slick lips. Fuck, she was still so sensitive from coming and it was all I could do to not plunge straight into her and hear her scream.
I lifted my gaze to her sexy green eyes. They looked at me half-hooded, full of lust and yearning. Her plump lips parted, ready to release moans that shook off the tasting room walls.
"I need to take this pussy, babe," I told her. "I need you so fucking bad."
"Fuck me," she commanded. "I need you inside me."
I pushed my head between her soft, sweet lips and groaned like an animal as she seemed to draw me inside all the way to the hilt.
"Fuck," she breathed.
"Fuck yeah," I agreed.
I was big and thick and she was incredibly tight. She was so hot and wet on the inside, I knew I'd have to keep a steady pace before popping off too soon. Everything about her was like a dream come true, from her body to her brains to the sweet little moans she made. I loved it all but she was a recipe for coming prematurely if I wasn't careful.
Her luscious legs wrapped around my hips and I held onto her little hourglass waist as I started with long, slow thrusts, gliding the full length of my cock smoothly as she adjusted to my size.
"Mmph, mmm..." Her soft hands caressed up and down my sculpted torso and her eyes fluttered between opened and closed as she made the sweetest little sounds. It took all my willpower to not pound her violently with all my might. Her pussy begged for it as it hugged tightly around my cock but I had to check in with my girl first.
That's right. My girl.
"You feel good, baby?"
"Mm! Mm-hmm."
"You want more of this cock?"
"Mmmm, yeah."
I dug my fingers into the supple flesh of her hips as I upped the speed and intensity of my thrusts. The sound of my hips crashing into her echoed across the room, as did her screams.
Her tits bounced and swayed from the force of me fucking her and I lost all control.
I drove into her deeper, harder and faster, losing all track of my senses except for the incredible tight, wetness of her pussy clenched around my shaft.
My hips drove into her one final time before my come shot deep inside her. Her own orgasm milked the rest of it from me, draining my heavy balls empty.
I rested my forehead against hers while gripping the bar and the back of Aubrey's barstool. My arms felt weak and a heavy relaxation came over me, though my heart still hammered in my chest like a drum.
She looked so beautiful, I couldn't help but grin and kiss he
r as I tried to calm my ragged breathing. She beamed up at me as she shifted to a more comfortable position.
I withdrew my softening cock from her and pulled her in to lean against me. My fingers stroked through her soft hair tenderly as she pressed her ear to my heart. Her arms wrapped around my waist and we stayed like that silently for a short, blissful minute.
"I guess it's a good thing no one else is here." She broke the silence with that apprehensive statement.
I chuckled as I kissed her hair, inhaling her strawberry scent.
"I wouldn't give a fuck if the whole staff was here to watch."
She looked up at me with a curious expression, the blush slowly fading from her cheeks.
"So what happens now? This isn't exactly protocol."
"Now I take you home." I took her face in my hands and planted a kiss on her soft lips. "We both sleep like babies, go about our work days tomorrow, then I'll tell you where we're going out this weekend."
"Wait, going out?" She sounded alarmed and her eyes widened. "You mean on a date?"
I grinned down at her. She was too damn fucking adorable.
"This may come as a surprise to you, but I'm not usually one to fuck my employees. Especially not at the workplace." I tweaked one of her nipples playfully and stepped away before she could hit me. "But I like you, in spite of your penchant for violence."
She hopped off the stool to gather her clothes, stammering nervously as she refused to make eye contact with me.
"I like you too, Logan. I just, I dunno... I've never done anything like this before and I'm not in a good place to date right now-"
"Aubrey, stop selling yourself short," I said sharply. I could see it written all over her face and it killed me. Even after she felt how rock hard I was for her, how hard she made me come, she still thought she wasn't good enough for me.
"You're beautiful. You're smart. You're creative, talented and you've got the most dynamite pussy I've ever fucked in my life. I want to show you off and make every man jealous. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Is that so hard to believe?"
The words left my mouth before I had time to think about them. Did I want to fuck her? Yes. Did I want this to be the only time? Hell no. Everything about her just made me greedy for more. I didn’t know what that meant yet, but a few dinners and good conversation was a small enough price to pay. She was sensible enough to not expect a marriage proposal and I sure as shit wouldn’t go that far.
She said nothing for a long time but just stared at me blankly while clutching her clothes to her chest.
Finally, she stood on tiptoe to lightly kiss me on the lips.
"I believe you. I just need to sleep on it and process everything, I guess." With a small bite of her lip, her saucy attitude returned. "It's not every day I fuck my ridiculously hot boss at work who pumps money into breweries just because he can."
“There’s more to life than being ridiculously good-looking,” I replied as I stepped into my clothes. “And the money… it’s just one aspect of me, babe.” I paused, unsure how much to reveal about myself. “I’m a simple guy at heart. I just got really lucky one time.”
“Lucky? Sounds like you’re selling yourself short,” she retorted. “I imagine it takes hard work and skill to manage investments and stuff.”
Affection squeezed around my heart. Most women took my lucky claim at face value, but she really thought there was more to me. With an unintended grin, I pulled her into me again. I couldn’t get enough of how her soft curves melted against my body.
“I take that back,” I said and gave her a long, lingering kiss, savoring her sweet taste on my tongue. “After today, I’ve been really lucky twice in my life.”
CHAPTER 13
AUBREY
I realized once we got dressed that Logan wanted me to spend the night with him, but I insisted on him dropping me off at my apartment. He tried to fight me on it but I wouldn't relent. I really needed alone time to process what just happened and think about things.
"Fine. Just don't ever doubt me, babe," he said as we took off toward my neighborhood in his too-expensive car.
"Thanks... for everything," I said awkwardly as we pulled up. We'd driven the short distance in silence, although not an uncomfortable one. Logan kept his hand on my knee as he navigated the car through the narrow streets.
"I should be thanking you." His large hand wrapped around the back of my neck as he pulled me across the console for a deep, passionate kiss.
I closed my eyes as I savored the last taste of his mouth for that day, hoping it wouldn't be the last time ever.
My heart fluttered and my knees weakened as he kissed me, even though I was sitting down. It was crazy how he had such powerful effects on my body.
"Goodnight, beautiful," he murmured. "Sleep tight."
"You too. Night."
I exited the car and walked up to my apartment before I had a chance to think twice and change my mind. Falling asleep with my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me in a huge, luxurious bed sounded much better than sleeping alone in my little shack. But I had to keep my head on straight.
This time, he waited until I was all the way inside before driving away. I smiled out the window, feeling relaxed and utterly giddy at the same time. I felt the way a girl should feel after having mind-blowing sex with the hottest guy I ever met.
Before turning in for bed I decided to pour myself a little nightcap, a Belgian dark ale. The night was still young but after those intense orgasms, I knew I'd be out like a light.
"Don't ever doubt me, babe."
Logan's words replayed in my head as I sipped my drink by the window. Obviously, he wanted me to trust him. It just so happened that was one of the hardest things for me to do, especially after how Andy left me.
One day at a time, though.
I sighed contentedly with a small smile on my lips. Logan was incredibly sweet before, during, and after the sex. And yet so possessive and dominant. His words were all consistent with his actions so far. Maybe that meant I could trust him.
My skin flushed with heat as I remembered the ways he touched me, kissed me, and made me come. Fuck, he got me off so hard and it was so easy for him. Andy would spend five seconds poking at my clit before giving up and saying it was too complicated.
For the first time, I felt real unbridled anger toward my ex. He'd made me sad, hurt, heartbroken and frustrated many times before but never angry.
He was a completely selfish lover and never made a point to please me like Logan did. To be honest, he was the main source of all my insecurities. Every day of our relationship was filled small, snide remarks about my weight and my decision to be a brewer.
At first he kept saying I just wanted to work among all guys like an attention whore. Then he decided that couldn’t be it because I was fat and unfeminine. None of my coworkers would want to fuck me.
The idea that Logan liked all the things about me that Andy hated felt like such an alien concept. And I could already tell that Logan was ten times the man Andy was. Not just because he accepted and liked me, but how he reacted to Andy’s message.
The message.
I put my drink down on the window sill and pulled out my phone, intending to delete the message before I got reminded of it again. But I paused right before tapping the delete button.
What if Logan was right and Andy could go to jail for harassing me? They would need evidence.
I barely recognized what I was thinking. Yesterday, even hours earlier, I never would have considered sending my ex-boyfriend to prison. I’d make excuses for him and say he’s not a bad guy, just annoying.
But now the thought of sending him to prison filled me with glee.
What did that mean? Was it a sign of me trusting Logan? Of me getting my confidence back?
I wasn’t sure yet. All I knew was that I felt better than I had in years. If Logan made me feel that way, how could it be a bad thing?
I drained my glass and got read
y for bed with a giddy smile still on my face. Once I drifted off to sleep I dreamed of strong arms holding me, warm lips on my skin, and Logan’s deep voice whispering my name.
CHAPTER 14
AUBREY
I never got a good morning text in my life until I woke up the next morning.
At first I got anxious when I saw the notification, thinking Andy must have gotten an early start, then relief and giddiness all over again when I saw it was from Logan.
"Good morning, beautiful. I hope you slept well."
I did a double-take at the time. Sent at 5:15 am, good Lord.
Unable to stop grinning, I tapped out my reply.
"I certainly did, thanks to you. I take you didn't since you texted so early?"
His reply came immediately. "I did. I'm just always up early for the gym." His message ended with the arm flexing emoji and my breath hitched in my chest at the memory of him removing his shirt oh-so-slowly.
"Doing curls for the girls? ;)" I asked.
"Only for smoking hot redheads who know their beer."
We continued our text conversation like teenagers until I was nearly late for work. He wouldn't be there until later in the afternoon but I still went off with a spring in my step. Once my shift ended we could have beers in the exact same chairs we fucked in last night before going back to his place for more sexy fun.
I had to admit it. I was falling. Hard.
Last night I hesitated about going back to his place and by the next morning, I was already looking forward to it. I couldn't remember ever being this excited about a guy liking me.
I probably need to slow my roll. He never said anything about being a couple. Plus there's the little fact that he's my freaking boss.
Despite still having small reservations, nothing could bring me down. Not even a long, dragging work day before I saw his handsome face again.
Marty's panicked face was the first one I saw when I skipped into the brewery.
"Aubrey, there you are! I need a huge favor," he pleaded, grabbing both of my shoulders.
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