Pleasure Unbound

The manager came out and asked us to either calm down or leave. There was no way in hell I was leaving, and Monica didn’t back down either. Instead, in her soaking wet clothes, she finally stopped talking and sat back down. She and Shone stayed on their side and left me alone.

Peace at last.

Well, as close as I would get to peace with the fire that ripped through me every time Hope came back in the room. Serving more tables meant she swung by more, and the lust was compounded with each pass. All control was fast slipping from me-I wanted to tear her apart. My muscles flexed, begging to touch her, consume her, and burn together. I wanted to take her on the floor right there in front of Monica.

“How’s your wrap?” She tipped the water pitcher in her hand, refilling my glass.

I finished up my bite and stared into her blue eyes, another shiver running through me, cock twitching. “I didn’t come here for the food, but the wrap is good.”

Her hand tightened around the handle, lip caught between her teeth again as she shook her head. “Stop.”

I grabbed hold of the pitcher, afraid of what I would do if I touched her skin. “I wouldn’t even if I could.”

She gave me one last look before turning and walking away. Something inside me got angry every time she left, but at the same time, I loved to watch her body move. Each stride of her long legs begged me to follow.

After she refilled my water and I paid the bill, I figured I’d worn out my welcome for the day, especially by the glares I got from the manager.

There was always tomorrow. As I exited the bathroom, ready to jump into my car, her melodic voice filled my ears.

“Mac, I’m going to take a break. Table two has their check.”

She walked past the restroom alcove and out the back door. My cock twitched as I stood there, deciding what to do. Truth be told, there was no decision. I’d already started following her.

I knew what I wanted to do, what I needed. The devil was winning again because I was going to get it.

She’d reached the edge of the building by the time I got out the door, my pace even, measured, letting the thirst for her fill me. When I rounded the corner, she was leaning against the brick wall, looking down at her phone and typing away.

She shivered, her gaze lifting to me, lips parting. “What are you doing back here?”

I stopped a few feet in front of her. “Are you saying I can’t be back here?”

Her gaze flitted around, trying not to look at me as she squeezed her phone. “No, but you should leave.”

The nervousness radiating from her only fueled the energy moving in waves between us.

“I was walking to my car, but I felt you calling to me.” I stepped forward and caged her with my arms. The vibration, the desire-filled excitement, skyrocketed.

So close.

Inches apart.

All sense was gone, replaced by a greedy hunger to touch her.

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“Why? Because you can’t control yourself?”

She reached out and pressed against my chest. A shudder rocked us both at the contact. Tiny, dick-twitching whimpers and a hitched breath had me moaning. The skin beneath her hand burned.

“Fuck you.”

I smirked and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “I plan to.”

“Oh, God.” She tilted her head, exposing her neck, fingers clenching against my chest as she fisted my shirt and pulled me closer. The heat from her body was hotter than the fires of hell where I was sure to end up.

“He’s not here. I’m Jared.” I couldn’t get her to look at my face, but her breath had become labored. “You look fucking tasty in these little scraps of cloth. Tempting me. Are you trying to get a cock shoved up your tight little cunt?”

“It’s my uniform.”

I removed one hand from the wall and set it on her waist, groaning at the electric shock that burst through my body, firing off every cell in me.

My fingers caressed her exposed flesh as I moved down to her hip.

“It’s a tiny uniform. Does it get you a lot of offers?”

She nodded, and my hand flexed on her hip, all soft women’s curves, succulent beneath my touch.

Her other hand fisted into the fabric of my shirt at my waist. “I like to feel their eyes on me.”

A small step forward, aided by her tugging grip, and the gap between us disappeared. My mouth dropped open, hips rocking my painfully hard

cock into her stomach. “That’s a dangerous game, little girl.”

Her breath was hot against my neck. “I get so wet thinking about some guy hard for me. Fantasize about being taken against a wall, hard and fast.”

The skin on her neck pinked-I loved to see the flush of her skin. I leaned in closer, my lips ghosting against hers. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck,” I growled out. My hand slipped around to the front of her shorts and cupped her pussy. “You’re not a good girl, are you? Underneath

your innocent facade, you’re fucking naughty, is that it?” She whimpered and pushed against my hand.

“How do you like to be punished? By my hand as it strikes against your plump backside? Or maybe by my cock slamming into you so hard you see stars? How about keeping you on edge, unable to come, until I let you?”

Her eyes were completely clouded over and heavy, her voice almost a whisper. “I don’t care.”

“You don’t care?”

“As long as it means you’re touching me.”

“Only me?”

She nodded and pulled me tighter to her. “Only you make me feel this way.”

I popped the button on her shorts and pushed my hand into the small gap, groaning at the heat of her bare, wet pussy.

“I told you I’d be back to take what’s mine.” My lips crashed to hers, taking what I’d dreamed of for days.

The euphoric sound of her moans traveled between us, pushing me to kiss her harder as her arms wrapped around my neck, her nails digging in. My fingers slipped between her pussy lips and inside. She drew in a ragged breath, her hips flexing forward, pushing me deeper.

I rocked them in and out, my palm pressed against hclitHigh-pitchedded whimpers moved from her mouth to mine and shot through my cock, forcing me to move. Shallow thrusts against her relieved some need while her tongue sucked on mine and her nails dug into my skin. She almost had me coming in my shorts.

I wanted to get her off, watch her come undone from my hand before I shot off.

“So fucking soft and tight. My cock can’t wait.”

An unknown voice called out for her from around the corner, and I groaned.

“Fuck!”

She whimpered, pressing harder against my hand, rocking faster.

“Back to work, little girl. You have customers that need servicing.”

I pulled my fingers out and looked into her eyes as I stuck them in my mouth. Fuck, she tasted good, and I groaned, lapping up all of her. She let out a strangled cry, her head against the brick, lids heavy as her hips rolled, thighs clenching together. Neither of us was going to get off right then.

So close. I had her on the edge.

I stepped back and adjusted my near-bursting hard-on. She licked her lips, her gaze locked on my bulging tent. I grabbed hold of it, making sure she knew what had been waiting for her.

“We’re not done.”

She licked her lips. “Fuck, it’s big.”

I smirked at her. “It’s what you have to look forward to.”

Her boss called out for her again, and without breaking eye contact with me, she called back. “Coming!”

“Almost, but you will.” Instead, she’d have to suffer through work turned on and wanting my cock.

I hated watching her walk away, but loved that she looked back before disappearing.

A heavy breath left me, and I leaned against the brick exterior for a moment to calm myself. It didn’t help, so I pulled my keys out and headed to my truck. The second I got in and closed the door, I reached into my shorts and pulled my cock out.

“Fuck!” My poor cock.

The head was purple and stiff to the max, leaking a trail of pre-come. I moved my fingers along the underside, hissing when I hit the extremely sensitive edge. It would only take a few swipes like that for me to explore. It still amazed me that I hadn’t when I’d been pressed against her with her lips on mine.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth, tasting any last bits of her that remained while I stroked my cock. Every muscle tensed, built up from hours of frustration in her presence. My mouth dropped open, hard breaths coming out before a hard shudder rocked my body and my cock began firing off.

I looked down to watch each spurt land on my black shirt, wishing it was all over her skin or deep inside her pussy. That was where it needed to be.