by J. C. Allen
“Because you won’t get attached. You’re leaving at the end of the summer.”
She relaxed her face and smirked softly.
“Yeah. That’s true.”
For now. But will it be soon?
Our food arrived, interrupting the train of conversation for a bit. I was starving and dug in right away, but I was also grateful for the conversation timeout. My words were getting away from me, and I needed to reign myself back in before I had a chance to say something relationship-ending or pausing.
“Why did you really show me those test results?” she said. Guess we’re back at it. :I mean, you didn’t go just for me.”
I shook my head at her and leaned over the table, pushing my quickly-finished plate to the side.
“So what if I did do it for us? Is that against your rules?”
I got close enough to inhale her sweet scent and see the bright specks of her green eyes go off.
“I don’t have rules. And I’m curious.”
I sighed and gave up. All that eating had done was make me be more honest with myself and desire to tell her the truth even more fully. I wasn’t interested in finding the right words—I was interested in finding the truthful words, even if it made things a little tense for us.
“Okay fine,” I said. “I assume we’re exclusive. I mean, that’s the whole point. We aren’t having sex with anyone else.”
“Yeah.”
Good. That would have sucked if she was sleeping with someone else.
“Well, that’s it. Condoms are irritating as hell. Especially with water, and I plan on having lots of shower sex with you. Like I said before, I want to see those blowing skills you spoke so highly of.”
She covered her face and laughed at me.
“Ugh, I told you that’s not what I meant.”
“Well it’s gonna have to be.”
Her cheeks darkened a bit, and I smiled. She was adorable in this way in which she looked fed up with me but secretly enjoyed it.
“Hm. Okay. I guess I’m not all that fond of condoms either, the lubricant is kind of a nuisance.”
She then made a face and proceeded with her one habit that I wasn’t very fond of—asking questions that were meant to make me doubt things but I already knew the answer to.
“What makes you think I’m clean? Cause I did not get into this to end up taking another STD test.”
“I have another feeling,” I said, trying to avoid getting aggravated. “Plus you said you didn’t do the one-night stand thing very often.”
She nodded and pursed her lips.
“Right. Truth be told, I have gotten one recently. And all was good.”
She said it in a way that made me think there was something more that was not being said, but I didn’t think it was much good to press her on it, so I didn’t add anything else about the testing.
“See, now I’m almost too excited to go bare back with you. Don’t think I can make it to our next destination.”
I lowered my voice and strummed my fingers across the table as I leaned back. I watched her eyes widen as she bit on her lip. Her chest rose with her breath and didn’t fall back as she caught her breath. I chuckled at her and waited patiently as I grazed my knee across hers.
“I have two questions about that statement. What do you mean you can’t wait, and where else did you plan on going?”
I laughed and shook my head at her. Whatever thoughts I had had about not doing it here…
“I mean just that. We’re gonna fuck in that bathroom over there. And then we’re moving on with our day.”
I raised my brow at her. She gave me a conflicted expression, but that just meant I’d have to work a little charm on her to get her to see the light.
“And how many other women have you fucked in the bathroom here?”
I shrugged and leaned in to her again. Eventually, she’d get the picture about how serious I was with her.
“None. Look, I may be a slutty guy, but I’m not a trashy one.”
She swallowed as she spent a couple of seconds trying to figure out what she wanted to do. I knew what her answer was going to be—she just needed to know she’d be OK doing it.
“Okay, Zeke, you win,” she finally said, at first with a sigh but then slowly with an aroused smirk.
“I’ll get the check. You just go wait for me.”
“Is food my payment?” she joked.
I laughed and tapped her ass with my hand, sliding it up her back to bring her closer to me.
“Don’t get it twisted, Allison, I’m a gentleman, even though I’ve got a dirty mind.”
I licked my lips at her, and she growled in my ear.
“I’ll meet you there,” she whispered. “Thanks for lunch.”
She grabbed her purse and walked off. I turned and watched her pert ass in those tights, perfectly juicy, as I imagined what was about to happen. I paid the waitress and chewed a mint before I moved through the almost empty restaurant to the back. I knocked on the ladies’ room door, half hoping she didn’t try and play a joke on me. I wouldn’t put it past her at this point.
But it was her.
“Sex god at your service.”
I stepped inside the lemon scented place and shut the door. It was a family style one, so it had a close toilet and a full sink, big enough that we wouldn’t be on top of each other… even though I wanted to be.
“Shut up.”
Allison laughed and kissed me, throwing her arms around my neck. I kissed her back immediately, pulling around her waist to bring her body to mine. She was so soft and warm, I could feel her breathing against me.
Her lips were soft and pliable as always. My cock grew hard immediately, wanting to be inside her. I realized I had never gone bare back with anyone, and I was glad that it was going be with her. No one else even in the conversation, really.
I spun us around and pressed her up against the door, reaching out to lock it. I dragged my lips down her body so I could breathe, and she gasped audibly. I suckled at her and started making another hickey below her ear. Her moans reminded me of previous night, which were hot as fuck, but this was even better.
I grabbed her shirt and bra from the top and dragged them down her body. She freed her arms and fisted them in my hair as I started toying with her nipples. I started at one, swirling my tongue around her, and I pinched the other between my fingers, rolling and pulling until they grew rock hard.
“God, Zeke…” she moaned.
Her legs stretched open, and I start rubbing her through her leggings. I used my other hand to grip the flesh of her ass and grinded my cock against her leg. I did that for a while until I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up and kissed her again. She started working at my pants and freed my cock from my jeans, stroking me off.
“Jesus, Allison,” I groaned before pulling back. She leaned in and bit my neck, her tongue licking me around the hollow area.
“I’m not kneeling on this floor,” she said, raspily breathing into my neck. “You’re going to have to wait for the good stuff, sex god.”
I chuckled at her and pulled back to look in her eyes. She gripped me harder and swirled her hand up to my tip. Admittedly, I had hoped I would feel her lips around me, but I wasn’t concerned. This wasn’t going to be the last time I saw her.
“I’m not worried, we’ve got plenty of time.”
I licked my lips and tilted my head back as the feeling of her hand wrapped around my cock went through my spine.
I got a grip of myself and focused before I came, barely containing myself. It took quite a bit, and I even had to tell her to stop a few times. I massaged one of her breasts and used the other hands to dip into her leggings. I flicked my fingers over her clit and rubbed her. She slid her body against the door as she weakened from my touch. She was so fucking hot, I couldn’t stand it. She got so wet, my hand was soaked as I drove it against her.
“Just fuck me, Zeke,” she said, her eyes rolling to the top of her head.
“Say please.”
I watched her frown, and her hand left my cock. I rubbed it against her where I had exposed her from her leggings. I enjoyed torturing her like this—it made the experience that much better and put me in that much more power.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I grinned and turned her around.
“Over the sink. I want to watch.”
We ambled over there, catching our reflections. I looked at her shirt pulled down and her breasts, red and splotched from my mouth and hands. I dipped her forward at the small of her back, and our eyes met in the mirror as I entered her.
“Fucking hell, that’s hot. I mean literally, I feel like my dick’s on fire. In a fucking good way.”
I smirked at her and started fucking her, slowly at first to get a feel of it. She gripped me so tight, it was hard to bear; I felt like I was going to let go at any second. I couldn’t even get that deep in her from the angle, but it was still unbelievable. I couldn’t wait to do this properly, but then again, I couldn’t have waited to have fucked her in the diner here.
I watched her breasts jostle when I went faster and looked at her watching me in the mirror. I grabbed the nape of her hair, and she cried out. We both tried desperately to stifle our moans, given that we were in a public restaurant, but damn if it wasn’t the most difficult part of the sex.
“I’m gonna come so hard in you, you’ll feel it for days.”
I growled in her ear and dipped my head to bite at her neck. Her breath hitched, and I felt her start to tremble and tighten more and more. I felt every quiver of her body without anything in the way, the way her pussy walls constricted. She came so hard that it was like everything about her body was trying to finish me too.
“Ah Zeke, fuck—” she moaned.
The way she was practically whimpering as I rammed into her was enough to get me off as well. The feeling of a bare orgasm was one of the best sensations that I had ever felt; in the moment, I was pretty sure that I was willing to have sex with one person in exchange for bare back orgasms.
“God… that feels good.” she moaned, her body going lax as I emptied into her.
I closed my eyes against her hair as I inhaled her scent, and every time I smelled that orange vanilla scent she had, it was like I could get hard all over again.
“That’s my line Allison.”
“I know,” she said with a giggle as we kissed.
We separated and got cleaned up. watching her fix herself was like a weird erotic show—but it was still sexy as hell; I had just sobered up to the realization that I had just fucked her at my favorite diner.
I wasn’t going to forget what we did in that bathroom anytime soon. It hadn’t even been that long, but I already knew I wouldn’t forget anything about Allison.
Not even if I wanted to.
12
Allison
I walked out of the diner like I committed a crime, and I could everyone knew what I had just done.
The same girl that served us glared a bit, but I ignored her stare. I told myself that if she had wanted to, she could have easily taken Zeke for herself before I showed up. It was a bit of a bitchy thought, admittedly, but it was one that got me out of there and to Zeke, who was waiting by his bike.
“Took you long enough.”
He was leaning on his bike, smiling at me in the sun. His aviators made him look even more like a model, and I grinned at how goddamn handsome he looked. I stopped and took out my camera, snapping another photo of him. I didn’t care how it looked or how clingy it seemed; he was too fucking attractive to not have on a camera better than a mobile phone.
“Are those for the road?” he said with a snort.
“What?” I said, slowly realizing I’d have to delete them later so I wouldn’t stare at them for the rest of my life. “Oh, um… no. Just for fun.”
I tried not to freak out, but it proved difficult.
“Hm,” Zeke said, perhaps contemplating some witty line to throw at me. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“My place. That okay?”
I nodded once. He didn’t need to ask me permission for that; if he had just taken me there, only telling me he was going to surprise me, it would have been a surprise I would have gladly taken.
“Yeah, duh.”
I liked his house; it was a respectable enough place. Certainly much more respectable and much more comfortable than a bathroom.
I got on the bike and hung onto him tightly. The ride went as usual, me practically holding on for dear life but also relishing the thrill of what this ride would mean for the two of us in a matter of time. We reached his place in about ten minutes, and I was mostly familiar with the routine by now. He gave me a glass of water before we headed to his bedroom, getting to the good stuff in seemingly record time.
Except…
“What are you doing?” I asked him as he stood by his bathroom door and started taking off his clothes, article by article.
I definitely didn’t mind him getting naked one bit, but the fact that he wasn’t also trying to undress me threw me for a loop a bit.
“What’d I say about shower sex?”
I giggled at him and took off my shoes. There was something else that needed to be taken care of first.
“I thought you wanted to see my blowing skills.”
He laughed and took off his briefs.
“I’ve got a bench,” he said, making it clear he was game for what I had suggested. “Now… strip for me.”
It wasn’t even a question of if I would do it. I just had that desire and that lust for him that I was willing to do just about anything for him. I did my best at stripping, which was really just being aware of taking off my clothes a little slower than I usually would. If it bothered Zeke or wasn’t up to his standards, though, he didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Fuck, you really are gorgeous.”
He stared at my naked body in a way that made me heat up. I had never stood naked like this in front of someone, as if I was a figurine for an art class. It was arousing as all hell.
“You’re not so bad,” I said, watching his cock growing by the second.
“You know what my favorite part is?” he said, gesturing to me to come closer to him in the bathroom.
“What?” I said as I pressed my breasts to his hard chest, his warmth searing through me.
“This,” he said, toying with the ends of my hair.
His other hands slid down my body to pause at my wide landing strip. It made my breath clench, and I shivered. He kissed me up against the wall, turning the shower on with his free hand, until steam filled the room.
“You like that?” I asked.
He put us under the spray of the water, and I lay my body over his.
“Yeah,” he said. “You’d be surprised how many fake red heads are out there. You are legitimate, and that’s so fucking sexy.”
He stood back and led me to the bench. The cold tile hits my pussy, and I shivered again from excitement. Looks like you’re going to get two things you really want, Zeke.
“Don’t fall down.”
I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. He smirked down at me, and I looked into his eyes as I took his cock in my hand, circling it and stroking him.
“Touch yourself baby. It’s fucking hot when you do that.”
He grasped my hair and laced his fingers in. I barely noticed his pet name, and at the moment, it really wasn’t something I was that worried about.
I nodded and moved my hand over my clit as I took him slowly in my mouth. He was wider than he seemed, thicker around the middle. I used my hand for what I couldn’t cover and started working at him. His hips thrusted into my mouth as I started to go faster.
I got more aroused as well, working myself faster and feeling myself clench. The steam of the shower seeped into my pores and loosened me up even more. My clit grew in pulses as his cock twitched in my mouth.
“Shit, I don’t want to finish!
”
He tried to stop me but I kept going, swirling my tongue and losing my reflex when I took him deep into my mouth and swallowed to tighten around him. I wasn’t about to give him a good blowjob only to quit halfway through—I was going to give him an experience he would never, ever forget. This may have been casual, but there was definitely a part of me that wanted to ensure that Zeke’s lasting memories of me were of me giving him the greatest head he’d ever gotten.
He growled and grabbed my head with both hands as he came. I eagerly drank down every last bit of his salty, hot liquid and let it sear down my throat.
“Fuck, you aren’t just talk, are you?” he said, lifting me up so fast I squealed in shock.
I giggled with pride as he kissed me and swirled his tongue in my mouth. Something about the way he kissed me was so fucking hot, I couldn’t stand it. He’s not the only one that’s going to remember things like this for a long, long time.
“No, I’m not. Are you?”
His reply was to spread my legs around him and ram his cock into me. I don’t know how the fuck he had so much sexual verve, but it wasn’t something that I was about to question too much.
“God, yes!” I cried out. “Fuck me hard, Zeke!”
He pulled back to look at me, but he couldn’t even kiss me because he was starting to fuck me fast. My back pressed into the shower wall with every thrust, and I pushed my hips to meet him. He went so hard, I could feel it in my bones. I raked my nails down his chest, went back up to his hair, and then went lax as the pleasure was just too much. It turned my brain inside and out and drove me absolutely insane.
“I’m coming—I’m coming,” I cried out, grateful that I did not have to be quiet here.
In fact, my words echoed off the walls as I erupted in blinding pleasure and screamed his name with it.
“Damn, Allison!”
He growled, pulling out to come all over my stomach—with seemingly just as much cum as before. I gasped and looked down as it splayed over my naval and dripped across, sliding down.
“I had to see it,” he said with a cocky smirk.
I giggled and drew my finger through it, lifting it to my lips to suck. I hadn’t done that much before, but as I said before, Zeke just unlocked a part of me that I never even knew existed. His eyes went dark as he moved me under the water, kissing me hard.
