But there’s something else I want, too.
I slither off the table, dropping to my knees in front of him. It feels so right to be here, in front of him, looking up at him, taking his hard cock in my hands and guiding it into my waiting mouth.
The moans I draw from him are the most delicious sound to ever hit my ears.
And his cock is hard and thick enough to put to shame all other men that I’ve been with.
“Fucking god damn, Vi,” he moans.
He’s stopped standing. He’s leaning back against the table. Holding on to it for dear life while I suck his cock with relentless, fervent abandon.
I’m doing that to him. I’m making this hard, ruthless man grip that table because he’s helpless against my lips and tongue.
And I can’t help but giggle.
This is as free and alive that I’ve felt in a long time.
“Lie back,” I whisper. “I want to ride you.”
He raises an eyebrow. I’m sure he had other intentions — he probably wanted to bend me over and fuck me from behind. But I up the heat in my glare and say, louder, “My bar, my rules.”
Crash does as I ask. Laying back on the table and I climb atop him. I can feel the heat and firmness of his cock right at the entrance to my pussy. For one moment, I hold him there, admiring the naked desire on his face, his cock shaking in my firm grip as he vainly tries to thrust himself into me.
He wants me.
This cold, ruthless, warm-hearted, caring criminal wants me.
He wants me so bad that he can’t control himself.
Then I lower myself.
Slow at first. It’s been so long I have to go easy. But the heat and the pleasure makes even the gentle pain worth it.
Besides, it’s hard to feel bad when you’re riding the cock of a man who’s made you come harder than you have in years; my body is still tingling.
And that tingling only grows as I take him fully and rock my hips against him; it grows, and it grows further as his cock presses just the right spot inside me and my still-sensitive clit rubs against him with perfect pressure.
“I love your cock,” I moan. “I love it and I love how you make me come.”
The tingling in my body grows, until I feel like I’ve stuck my finger in an electrical socket, the sensation so strong and overwhelming that all I can think about — all I can focus on — is forcing my burning legs and my hips to ride him harder, faster, in just that right spot, until I break.
Then there’s a smack. Hard. A cracking blow to my ass that makes my eyes open wide and sends a pleasant jolt through my body. It feels good. So good.
“Again. Smack my ass again,” I moan.
“Your bar, your rules,” he says. And he does just as I ask.
I clench and release as that sharp thrill surges through my body and the stinging memory of his handprint tingles my ass.
“Harder.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He cracks my ass hard enough to make me yelp in delight and my entire body clenches in pleasure. Inside me, I feel his cock swelling and, through the pleasant pain that fogs all my senses, I hear him moan and hear the deep breathing that I know means he is so close to his climax.
“Again. Harder. I am so close, Crash. I want to fucking come on your dick while you come inside me,” I moan.
Another crack on my ass sends me over the edge, spiraling into ecstasy. Deeper still I fall when I feel him let go — when his hard, deep thrusting gives way to the moaning spasms of orgasm.
When I come down, he’s beneath me, grinning. And I put both hands on his chest, pinning him beneath me, keeping him inside me, and I return his smile.
“Four years. Four fucking years since I’ve had that. And I think it was worth the wait.”
He laughs and smacks my ass again. “Maybe mixing business and pleasure isn’t so bad.”
I answer him with a deep kiss that feels so good that I’m shivering when I come up for air. My entire body is alight, and goosebumps cover me from head to toe. It’s the best I’ve felt in so, so long.
“No, maybe it isn’t so bad,” I say. And then I stand, sliding off him and stretching. “But, now that pleasure is done — for now — it’s time to get back to work.”
“Now who’s the one always focused on business?” He says, chuckling.
“Most everything I have is tied up in this place, so if I don’t work, I don’t eat,” I say.
Already, I’m dressed, and he’s barely off the table and pulling his shirt on by the time I’m back behind the bar, doing opening prepwork. In less than an hour, I’ll be opening my doors and it’ll be a night like any other.
“Just like that? Back to work?”
“Yeah, just like that. This keeps me centered, keeps me from going off the deep end and spiraling, even though my best friend has been taken by some monster. And tonight, because I will be running everything on my own since I don’t have any help except for my cook, Emilio, I will be tired as hell when we finish. Which is a good thing, because it’ll mean I can actually get some sleep instead of being up all night worrying about my best friend.”
Crash is dressed, now. And his hair is mussed, and he’s wearing a smile
