Final Chapter. Thanks to a couple wonderful readers I realized that I made a few mistakes in the last chapter. That's what happens when you go too long between updates! So here is this baby. The final chapter. Finito! Let's bump uglies.
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By the time her shift was ending Stephanie was close to having a melt down. One of her coworkers hadn't shown up and a machine broke just before they got a rush of customers. To top it all off when she told the manager she said it wouldn't be fixed until the following day. She had had a long day and her hangover hadn't helped. Her shoulders were tight and her head was throbbing. She could really use a pick me up. Or rather, someone to pick her up.
She had just finished mopping the floors and wiping down the few tables they had when there was a short succession of taps on the back door. She knew who that was. She perked up as she jogged to the door. She flipped the lock and saw Carlos standing there with a paper bag extended. She could smell meatballs and smiled. He had brought her dinner. What a guy!
"Yo." He greeted before stepping inside and kissing the corner of her mouth.
"Yo yourself." She said back as she reached for the food.
He smiled and handed the food over quietly. That was one thing she really appreciated about Carlos. He was quiet but there was something about his silence that comforted her. It wasn't unsettling. At least, not all the time. There were times when she wished he would chat more but it wasn't in his nature and that was fine with her. Especially at the moment because she was famished and she really wanted whatever was in that bag.
She walked to one of the stainless steel work counters in the back. Thankfully it wasn't covered in flour and dough. She had managed to get most of the prep work out of the way before he had come. She was usually rather lazy with her closing duties but she was so excited to get the hell out of there that she had rushed to get them done. Carlos followed silently but she felt his eyes on her butt. She smiled to herself. She had worn these jeans on purpose. She knew Carlos liked her ass. She was carrying a little extra junk in the trunk. It had bothered her for awhile but somehow the pleasure he took in it made her want to embrace it. Not because she needed his approval but because she didn't know why she disliked it in the first place. There was nothing wrong with her body. So she carried a few extra pounds. No one else seemed to care but her. So why shouldn't she wear a pair of skintight jeans that hugged her lower half in all the right ways?
She opened the bag and moaned. There was a familiar ball of aluminium foil that was undoubtedly a meatball sub. She looked over at Carlos and fought a smile at his smug yet satisfied face. He looked good enough to eat too. His dark t-shirt was looser than usual which meant that it wasn't straining over his muscles and his jeans had a few rips and oil stains. He had definitely worked at his uncle's shop before coming over. She walked over to him in what she hoped was a sensual manner. She probably just looked sleepy.
"Thank you for dinner." She said as she stood in front of him. She hooked her index fingers into the belt loops on his jeans.
"My pleasure."
It will be, she thought hungrily.
He raised a brow and looked amused. She knew she was thinking out loud again. She really needed to work on that. It was going to get her into trouble one day.
"It already has." Carlos said in a deep voice before he claimed her mouth.
She smiled into his kiss. There was something about him that felt like home. Every time she touched him she was overcome with a feeling of completion. He kissed her like he never wanted to do anything else. It was exhilarating and frustrating because she had every intention of moving on to other activities. She had realized about 10 minutes into cleaning that she had every intention of, well, doing it with him. There had been that conversation about waiting but the shock of Val's pregnancy was gone. The immediate fear of a child was gone. She was on birth control unlike Valerie and she intended to use a condom. She was covering her bases and she was getting a piece of her man, as Lula would put it.
She was tugging on his shirt and urging him to go faster within minutes with her mouth. His kisses grew in strength but not speed. She groaned. She could feel him smile against her. She was sorry that she hadn't gotten to see it but she would much rather feel him at the moment. She slid her hands to his back, pressing them into the skin of his lower back. He cupped her jaw firmly and their kiss took a turn. The kiss before had been slow and tentative, a string of lingering presses and pulls. This kiss, the kiss that was making her knees weak, was languid but invasive. His mouth opened hers and his tongue provoked hers. She was clutching at his skin under his shirt. She wanted more but the idea of this ending left her in limbo.
She pulled back to catch her breath and spoke in a raspy voice, "You gonna fuck me or not?"
It wasn't eloquent. It was a little crass but it got the job done. Something in him seemed to snap. There was almost a palpable sound of his restraint breaking. His hands were on her ass and her feet were no longer on the ground. She found herself lifted onto the metal work table and looking into his eyes. His eyes were molten and dark. She swallowed. His entire body seemed to be vibrating with energy. He was definitely going to fuck her.
"Into oblivion." He said in her ear causing her to shiver.
She moaned as his lips closed over her ear lobe. She ran her hands through his hair as he swept his tongue over her neck with purpose. She felt her pulse racing. His hands were gripping her thighs and the nearness of his fingers to her core had her thrumming. She felt empty at her core and the anticipation of him filling her had her giddy. She moaned his name and his teeth scraped against a tendon in her neck.
She bunched up the fabric of his shirt. It had to go. Now. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. She pulled it up and over. She didn't even mind when he had to remove his mouth. Okay, so she minded a bit but she got over it because he had her shirt off now too. His hands were cupping her rips just under her breasts and she was ready to scream. He was the biggest tease. It was impossible! His thumbs brushed against the underside of her chest as he kissed down the other side of neck and onto the swell of her chest. She whimpered and wriggled her hips.
One hand slid a bra strap down her shoulder and he kissed the skin it had been covering. The sensation was lost to her disatisfaction of his mouth moving in the wrong direction; away from her aching nipples. She was pebbled to the point of pain. She needed relief. She heard herself quietly chanting his name in hopes of him understanding what she needed.
He did.
The heat of his mouth was soon on her the crest of her exposed breast. When had he moved the cup of her bra? She couldn't bring herself to care. His mouth was hot and sweet and the way his lips had closed around her had her mewling. She felt the pull of his teeth to her toes. His tongue flicked and laved. His talent at pleasing her was incomprehensible. She could only hum happily and touch him assuringly.
His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her forward. As her hips moved closer to his and the edge of the table she found herself being tipped back. Her bare back was pressed against cool metal of the table. She hissed and cursed. Carlos laughed into her skin and she smacked the back of his head playfully. He apologized with a kiss to the skin between her breasts. The valley was slightly sticky with sweat.
She was lost to pleasure once again when he turned his attention to her neglected breast. She sighed happily when the fabric was pulled down and his mouth laid claim. She wished he would take the damn thing off but his hands were busy cupping her chest. Her free nipple was being played with teasingly. His fingers rolled and twisted gently. Mary Lou had once said she felt like an old stereo when Lenny touched her. Stephanie could not relate. She felt possessed by arousal.
She felt like the only words leaving her mouth were "oh god", "please", "Carlos" and "so good". She arched her back when he gave a particularly long suck. Her body was on fire. She need more and she needed him to do it now. She gripped his hair and urged him lower. He practically growled into her skin. The sound was primal and erotic. She smiled to herself.
His mouth moved down her stomach in a new way. His lips were hungry and his teeth nibbled aggressively. She felt her hips rolling. His hands pressed them down into the table top. She groaned. She could feel the seam pressed into her core and she wanted to rock against it. She needed to relieve the tension. She felt his tongue against her skin and his hands keeping her prisoner. She felt positively sinful and she was enjoying every minute of it.
She was about to tell him to get on with it when he spoke.
"It's a damn good thing you don't wear these very often." He mumbled.
"Why's that?" She asked breathlessly.
"I'd have peeled you out of them and bent you over any available surface a hell of a lot sooner."
She smiled and dragged a hand through his hair slowly. She felt sensual now. She rolled her hips in answer. His voice had a way of working her up. She would bet she would get hot and bothered if he were reading reports to her. She was all too happy when he finally undid her pants and slid them down her legs. Even if it was a little too slowly. She knew he was pleased when he saw the dark fabric of her panties against her skin. He looked up at her with fire in his eyes.
"Babe." It was simple and low. It rumbled through her and she shivered.
"Batman." She said teasingly. She really need him to touch her. She could feel air on her skin and it made her crazy that it wasn't his body.
She sat up and wrapped her bare legs around his hips. She could feel the thick denim of his pants under her calves but she didn't care. She was able to press her heat to his erection at this height. She exhaled sharply through her nose at the sensation. She pressed her mouth to his roughly. This kiss was not tentative or languid. It was aggressive and needy. She used his body shamelessly at this point. She ground her hips into his hips until she was panting and had to pull away. She pressed her cheek to his and let her gasping breaths fan across his ear. She was in ecstasy when his hips rose to meet hers.
"Carlos." She moaned into his ear hotly. She felt a particularly hard thrust in answer.
Never had she felt a need to great. She shifted her hips back on the table so that she had easier access to his straining erection. She pulled down the zipped hastily which resulted in a hiss from beside her ear. She shoved his pants down a bit and then hooked her thumbs into the band of his underwear and shoved them down too. His cock was free and she palmed it quickly. She stroked it firmly. She didn't rush the movements. No, she kept it rather slow and rhythmic. On a downstroke she twisted her hand and spoke.
"I need you in me." She felt as though she were begging. Her voice was soft and husky and breathy.
"You'd have a hell of a time finding somewhere I'd rather be." He quipped before he claimed her mouth in a soul searing kiss.
She heard rustling and realized he was opening and rolling on a condom. She nipped his lip in appreciation. At least he was prepared. Sure, it was a little presumptuous but most boys carried around condoms. It was like girls carrying a spare tampon. Just in case. Well, just in case was happening. It paid off to be prepared. She felt her panties being slid over. He looked into her blue eyes.
"You want this?"
It wasn't dirty talk. He must have remembered their talk. He sounded a bit like it would hurt like hell to stop at this point but his eyes said if she said to he would. She smiled and lined him up with her entrance. She said simply, "Like you wouldn't believe," before he slid into her. It went fast and deep. She felt a flash of burning pain and closed her eyes tightly. Not ideal but she had been expecting that.
She felt his body quake. That moment that seemed both impossibly long and incredibly short. He was waiting for her to tell him to move. She was focused on that moment. There was a dull throb where he had entered her and her head felt disconnected from her body. Her limbs felt heavy and she was staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment while she waited for the pain to ease. She closed her eyes and decided to focus on something else instead. She focused on the feel of his hips against hers, the way his hands were holding her hips, the sound of his steady breathing. That was much better. At least she didn't feel empty anymore.
She rolled her hips. It wasn't experimental. She knew she wanted him to move. She was gratified immediately. His hips were pumping in and out of her in an easy rhythm. She placed her hands on his wrists and moved her hips to speed him up. He faltered at the sudden movement but there was a hint of a smile on his lips before he moved in earnest. She gasped at the depth and strength of each thrust. Her legs wrapped around the narrow circumference of his hips and pulled him deeper. There was a quiet groan from above. She delighted in it.
She felt the burn of pleasure replace the pain and relaxed into it. She reached a handup to his neck and pulled him towards her. The angle was a bit awkward and they had to maneuver for it to be more comfortable but with a bit of shifting they were able to kiss comfortably while he moved inside her. She clutched a his back while her calves pressed his ass closer. One his hands rested by her head to steady him. The other had disappeared for a moment.
She felt his fingers caress her slick wet folds and press into the hub of nerves. She moaned at the sensation. He tormented her with lazy circles in time with his thrusts. She was gasping for breath. She could hardly articulate the things she desired. She wanted him to grip her hips and pound into her but she also wanted him to pay undivided attention to her swollen clit. She didn't have to say much at all because the incoherent sentences she was babbling out were answered.
His thrusts sped up and his attention to the sensitive nub of her sex was getting all the attention it could handle. Her cries echoed off the walls. She gripped the edge of the table with one hand. The other found solace on the curve of his tricep. Her nails were digging into his skin and she had no doubts that the caramel color would be scattered with red. She felt a coil of pressure in her abdomen and her cries of "oh yes" and his name soon turned to gasping vowel sounds.
When she finally fell over the cliff and her climax took hold she tremored and her mouth fell open to release a silent scream. She could make no sound at all. Her throat was tight as felt her body pulse. She clenched him and his hips stuttered but he did not stop. His hand left her clitoris and held her hip securely while he thrust himself into completion. She felt his release wash through him just as hers ceased. His body shook and his hips faltered. She rolled her hips slowly as he finished.
There was a moment, post mutual orgasm, that they stayed as they were; Carlos hovering above Stephanie, both half dressed and sweaty. She looked up at him and was struck again by just how handsome he was. She was sure she looked wrecked. Her dark curls were probably ratted and she was probably flushed. She couldn't find the motivation to bother with fussing. She turned her head to the side and started laughing.
"You should know most guys don't appreciate laughing after fucking."
She couldn't stop. Her body shook with hysterics. Her stomach was beginning to ache. She looked at Carlos. He looked amused rather than annoyed. Her laughter had finally died down to hiccups of sound. She sighed out the last laugh.
"Thanks for the food." She said finally.
He looked over at the bag and a small laugh escaped his perfect mouth. He gave her a thousand watt smile. He pulled out and stripped himself of the safety sack. She cringed a bit at seeing it post ejaculation. It wasn't exactly pretty. He knotted the end and threw it into a trash can in the corner. She fixed her bra and panties while he pulled his pants to rights.
"You know, if the guys find out about how this went down you'll have an unending supply of meatballs subs." He said with a blank face.
"Good. I'm pretty sure that one is cold."
There ya go! They did the didgerydoo! Finito. Allllllll Done! It's a miracle. Thank you for reading! And to everyone who put up with my late updates... you are beautiful creatures and I amunworthy!