EMILY
“Kirk! Here you go!” a bartender calls as we go to make our way to the back toward his office. He’s handing him a manila folder just like the first time I left the bar with him. What is up with him always being needed so much?
Well, I guess it makes a bit of sense because he said he owns this bar, although I’m not sure whether I should believe him. Men who own places are usually quick to let you know what they own, and it annoys the hell out of me.
It would be really cool if he does actually own this place, because I love when people are low key about things as big as this. Other men would have fed their ego by putting me in a VIP room just to show their power, but he doesn’t need to do that because he knows just how and where he can dominate me, and Lord knows his sexual prowess is more than impressive to me.
“Do you do this on purpose?” I tilt my head to ask him as he waits for a bartender to return with something.
“Do what?” he smirks, and I’m sure he already knows what I’m talking about.
“Make me wait like this. I’m dying of anticipation,” I admit, hoping I sound amused and sarcastic although I’m actually quite serious. I’m so horny and I want him so badly. I don’t want him to think I’m being whiney.
I’ve been thinking of our night together nonstop since he left. I wasn’t even sure if we’d see each other again, and if I’m honest, it was the main reason I told Lana I would go out tonight. I was hoping to run into him again and see how he reacted. After having a few drinks, I thought he wasn’t there
tonight, maybe getting the day off.
When he approached the group, it was perfect timing, as he rescued me from that creep. Looking up at him, a smile spreads across my face. There is so much more to us than the sex, although I can’t put my finger on what exactly that means yet.
I wonder if he feels it too, or if it’s all in my head. But when he looks back at me, and his lips instantly reciprocate my smile, I know he does feel the same way. What that means, I’m still unsure of, but for now, I just want to feel him inside of me. We can work out the particulars later.
“Come on, Kirk,” I say, pulling at his arm.
“You’ll be calling me ‘Daddy’ soon enough, don’t worry,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss my neck gently.
His touch is electric, and the sensations begin coursing through my body as desire pools between my legs. He’s so sexy I can’t even stand it. Looking over to him, he winks at me and I bite my bottom lip to stop the grin from spreading across my face.
“If you hurry, we can be at my apartment before this guy gets back,” I motion toward the bartender and Kirk leans down to take my lip between his teeth before tugging gently.
“We’re not going to your apartment, baby,” he whispers on my lips.
We are so close, smiles on both of our faces, as we look into each other’s eyes without a drop of awkwardness between us. I can’t really wrap my head around how this works or what’s going on in this weird dynamic, but I know I like it. I enjoy his company, even if he is apprehensive about commitment. I’m happy to be flexible with him as long as I get some parts of him, preferably the part that hangs between his legs and makes me melt from the inside out.
“You still wanna go to your office?” I wonder aloud, as he looks over my head, gesturing to someone behind me.
While he focuses on the bartender, I take the opportunity to stare at him without being self-conscious, willing myself to save his handsome face to memory. His nose is perfectly straight and narrow, while his jaw line curves beautifully, rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. His lips are full and pink, and his eyes pierce my soul even when he’s not looking directly at me.
“Do you trust me?” Kirk asks me with a sparkle in his eyes.
“Yes,” I answer without a second of hesitation. I do trust him, despite how peculiar that is for me to accept. I’m notoriously untrustworthy, but there’s something about Kirk that just encourages me to put my guard down, letting him in without regard for fear. It’s relaxing and refreshing to give someone such access to me, because it’s been a long time since I gave it away to anyone else.
“Then come with me,” he says, holding his hand out, and I place my petite hand into his strong one.
With a slight smile, he begins on his way, pulling me through the crowded bar as people clamor for his attention. His hand waves people off as he continues through the crowd, stopping to talk to no one. When a group of guys get a little rowdy to the left of us, he pulls me in front of him, wrapping his arms around me as he whispers in my ear.
“Stay close to me. I don’t want to have to kill anyone for bumping into you,” he bites my earlobe once he finishes speaking and I shudder as the warmth in his voice sends shutters down my spine.
I love his protective nature, and rest my hands on his strong arms as they remain draped over my midsection. We’re moving through the crowd as one now that our bodies are intertwined. I feel like a celebrity the way men and women alike are watching us. Maybe he was serious about owning the bar, because everyone seems to be interested in him, and now me because he has his arms wrapped around me in a territorial a protective way.
Just after we’ve moved passed the dancefloor, Kirk nods at a security guard, who returns the gesture before moving to the side to reveal a door that blends so well with the wall that I didn’t notice it existed. The doorway opens to a set of stairs, and Kirk kisses my neck before leading the way up the steps as I follow him in silence, wondering where he’s taking me. At the top of the staircase, Kirk opens another door that leads to a narrow hallway, the atmosphere on the second level is much quieter than the bar below.
There are doors every few steps until we reach the end of a hallway, where Kirk takes a key from the inside pocket of his suit jacket to unlock the door, revealing an impressive office that overlooks the entire crowded dancefloor we just pushed our way through.
“This is your office?” I ask, turning to face him as he loosens the tie around his neck.
“Yep,” he says flatly like he couldn’t care less about my inquiry.
His eyes are roaming over me clouded with lust. I can see the bulge in his pants, and my mouth waters thinking of feeling him harden against my
tongue. Watching his lips curl as he reads the desire across my face, knowing I want him badly, I can’t help but cream in my panties awaiting his inevitable pouncing.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I tease, knowing exactly what’s running through his mind.
“Just trying to decide how I’ll start fucking you,” he says softly, taking two steps toward me before adding, “and how many times I’ll make you come.”
My thighs squeeze together as my pussy tenses, eager to feel him. He’s effortlessly shifted from the protective and territorial side to the dominating sex god. I haven’t felt a man since we were together and now I’m craving him more than ever.
“Should we close the drapes?” I ask, looking over at the glass windows overlooking the club. I can see every person in the bar, so I imagine they can see me too. While I’m always down for a freaky night in the bedroom, I don’t like having people watch, it’s just not my thing.
“It’s double-sided glass, babe,” he snickers, obviously amused by my suggestion.
“Oh…” I say, feeling a little silly. Of course you can’t see inside.
“You really think I’d want anyone to be able to watch you come?” he asks, moving even closer this time.
My mouth dries as I want to ask why he wants to see other people if that’s how he feels. I have to quickly check myself, remembering that a little space and less boundaries could be good. This will help us just have fun, and that’s what’s most important. I don’t want to bore him, and I surely don’t have any desire to come off as clingy, so I keep my thoughts to myself and choose to kiss him instead.
With one palm on each of my cheeks, he pulls my face to his, kissing me with a vigor stronger than I’ve ever felt. It’s an urgent kiss, his tongue desperate and needy. He’s been thinking about me too, I can tell. I moan in his mouth as my body begins building before I’ve even felt him.
Kirk’s hand slides beneath my dress, his fingers wrapping around the lace of my thongs before tugging until the soft fabric disintegrates in his hand like paper. His middle fingers wandering the length of my opening before sliding into me as his tongue continues to explore my mouth.
“I missed this wet pussy,” he whispers on my lips as I pant to catch my breath after be pulls away.
“Well, what took you so long?” I quip, kissing his lips.
“Come here,” he growls, lifting me from my feet. My legs spread for him, wrapping around his waist as my ankles lock together on the small of his back.
With my back pressed against the glass wall, he fumbles with his belt and buckle before siding my body down onto his long rod of lust muscle. He fills me up slowly, as my insides stretch to make room for him. He is the perfect fit and my pussy twists to feel as much of him as possible, before my hips rise and fall, begging for movement as Kirk forces me to feel every inch of him.
“Slow down,” he growls, slapping my ass harshly as he slides into me slowly, while we overlook his bar.
“But I want you, baby,” I whine, my body craving him more than I’m even comfortable admitting.
“Mmm… You feel so fucking good, baby. Shit!” he bites out, his hips surging so aggressively, his thrusts are lifting me in the air.
“Ahh! Yes, Daddy!” I moan, taking him deep in my pussy, just how I want him.
I’ve missed him since he left my apartment that night several days ago, and he feels even better the second go around. If I’m honest, I tried to convince myself it was a fluke, too good to be true. I knew it was amazing, but I wanted to believe it was just the luck of the first time, in case I never got to feel him inside me again.
Now, I was certain. He fit inside me perfectly, and our bodies moved together in perfect harmony from any and every position. There was an electric current flowing between us, and anytime we touched something was sparked between the two of us, but when we really connected it was off the charts.
“Kirk! Yes!” I scream as my first orgasm prepares to rack through my body.
He’s pumping me with long and fast strokes, digging deep inside of me as I whimper and moan inaudibly, desperate for more. Words escape me as the pleasure takes over, he feels too good to even think straight.
“Stop holding out, Emily. I’ll fuck you all night. Give it up,” he growls in my ear, setting me off. I spiral into a swift climax, the kind that only makes me crave more, and now I want it hard and fast.
Using my legs and pressing my back against the wall, I lift myself, rising and falling on his long hard cock. He’s enjoying himself, but completely in control. There’s no way he’s letting me win this round, I can see that certainty in his eyes.
“Good girl,” he groans, his biceps barely flexing as he lifts me like I weigh nothing.
Kirk is so strong and masculine, he makes me feel like a tiny little princess in his big hands. He towers over me, his broad shoulders making him seem even bigger than he is. Our eyes are locked as he slides in and out of my slickness, and I want to look away, I know this is too intimate, but something in me refuses to turn away.
Our bodies rock and neither of us breaks the stare down as we both march toward a climax. Kirk is determined to give me multiple orgasms again, and I’m not fighting it. It’s the most intense and erotic moment as he fucks me straight into another orgasm, looking directly at me. I feel as if he can see through me, his watching only makes my climax that much more intense.
With my arms wrapping around his shoulders, I feel my body vibrating at its core as another orgasm pours out of me. Once my body rides out the explosion, Kirk lifts me off his cock and gently places me on the ground, kissing me softly before whispering on my lips.
“Turn around, baby. I wanna fuck you now,” he says, speaking my kind of romance.
I spin without hesitation, placing my palms flat against the now moist glass, my back having sweat a little during my first two orgasms. Looking out, I can see everything; the whole dance floor is beneath me and my eyes naturally race for Lana, hoping to spot my friend. She’s going to die when she realizes I’ve snuck away with Kirk again without her knowing.