JENNIE
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Sitting in traffic, rubbing my temples, I let out an agitated sigh. Traffic is nearly at a standstill. I could get out of my car, go get a cup of coffee, and come back to find that traffic hasn't moved at all.
It's been a long day. A long week, actually. I laugh a little to myself because it's only Wednesday.
My goodness. I really need to unwind.
This past weekend… Lisa. My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I let out a strangled breath. What was I thinking? I'm playing with fire. She wants a good time and that's all I'll be to her. How much clearer could she make it for me? It's as clear as day.
But a good time is starting to look real attractive to me.
The fantasy about her is sweet and innocent. A lot sweeter than my day has been, at any rate. The fantasy is also unrealistic... just like my other thoughts regarding our relationship.
I chew on my lip. I wasn't planning on going to Mac's today, but… seeing Lisa would be nice. There's no label or commitment though, and that makes me feel like a damn fool. After our date, I couldn't care less about how it looks. I just want to be happy.
The parking lot is nearly empty by the time I finally get to Mac's. So empty that I think it may be closed, but it doesn't stop me from taking a peek inside.
When I open the doors, it's vacant inside as well, the soft hum of the TV is the only sound. I turn around and check to see if there was a sign on the door. Maybe I missed that they're not open somehow. But no. There's no sign. Just a big empty bar.
I walk across the floor, aiming for the back hallway that Lisa is always disappearing into. I know that I probably shouldn't go there. It's definitely marked "Employees Only" for a reason.
Navigating past the walk-in cooler and stockroom, I poke my head inside each but they're empty so I continue to the back hall. Finally, I spot her in a small office, leaning over a desk full of paperwork. For a second, I'm too shy to announce my presence, so I just stare. She's nothing but trouble. But I knew that. Right from the beginning, I already knew it.
Lisa's wearing dark jeans that probably mold perfectly to her ass, and a dark t-shirt, a pen in her mouth. I lick my lips nervously, strangely jealous of the pen. I clear my throat.
Lisa looks up, surprised. "Hey," she says, dropping the pen.
A gentle smile, joined with a warmth that flows through me, creeps up on my face. "Hey. The bar is empty." I lean against the doorframe. "I wasn't sure if I should come back here or not."
I don't miss how her eyes travel down my body before she answers. "Yeah. There's some free festival that's going on downtown." She shrugs. "Everyone left a bit ago. I didn't want to lock up though… just in case."
"Ah. Well, at least you've got one customer," I say, feeling more and more naive. She's working. And I came unannounced. But she didn't tell me to leave.
My breath hitches when she moves toward me. "Well, if I've only got one, at least you're a pretty customer," she teases, flashing a grin.
I open my mouth, but nothing intelligible comes out. "I… uh…"
This close to me, I can see the desire in her eyes. It almost melts me where I stand.
"I was thinking…" she says, brushing a coppery lock of my hair back behind my ear. "About the other night, at the festival."
"Oh?" I whisper breathily.
Her hand caresses my shoulders, warm fingers kneading my muscles. My eyelids flutter closed as she touches me. It's all I can do not to moan.
"I think you need to unwind," she says. "You're so tense all the time."
"And you have an idea of how I should unwind?" I say, opening my eyes. I already know what her idea is. I had the strength to walk away at the park… but like a moth to a flame, I came right back.
A wicked grin lights up her features. It makes my toes want to curl.
"I do. I think you just need to get laid."
I suck in a breath, looking up at her. Her eyes are searching mine, looking for an answer.
"Maybe I do," I barely breathe knowing I'm the one caving between the two of us.
The second the affirmation is out of my mouth; her lips are on mine. She spears my hair with one hand, and puts her other hand on my lower back pulling me to her chest, and taking what she wants from the kiss.
I press myself to her, feeling the faint beginning of pleasure running through my heated blood.
"Lisa," I demand, my voice rough. I know what I'm doing and there isn't a piece of me that doesn't know what this is. I want her. Plain and simple. Regardless of what happens tomorrow.
In a swift motion, she picks me up, closing and locking her office door in a heartbeat, her hands wrapping around my thighs and making me squeal in surprise. She knocks over a cup of pencils in her haste to settle me on the desk. I hear papers drifting to the floor, but I'm too wrapped up in her to look.
I'm breathless, nervous, but more than anything… I'm wanting. Skin on skin, more of her lips on mine, more of her, taking me.
She fits herself between my legs, pulling down the straps of my dress. I'm busy trying to get her t-shirt off. She finally growls and steps back, ripping the t-shirt over her head.
Running my hands all over her warm muscles, over her shoulders and down her back, I knew she'd feel like this. She pulls the top half of my dress down and nearly rips my white lace bra off; she's so eager. I guess we're both wanting.
In only a minute, I'm naked from the waist up, completely bared to her. My breathing comes in ragged. This is so wrong, but I don't care anymore.
"Fuck," she says, cupping my breasts with her hands. "You're so damn beautiful, Jennie." There's a sense of awe in her voice that I wish I could focus on, but her deft fingers have my head thrown back in an instant.
When she tweaks my nipples, sharp shocks of pleasure and pain shoot straight to my clit and I gasp, thrusting myself deeper into her hands as my back arches.
"Yes," I moan. How long has it been? Too long. Far too long.
I only look back at her when she bends down to take my nipple in her mouth. I grip her head and groan, unable to process the sensation of her tongue on my flesh any other way.
Rucking up my skirt, she reveals the white lace thong I'm wearing. She kneels and kisses my knee as she pulls down my panties, casting them aside.
I try to close my knees, but she tsks at me.
"Open your legs for me," she commands, glancing up at me.
The hunger in her eyes is undeniable. I slowly part my thighs, holding her gaze. There's something so erotic about it, something taboo. It sends goosebumps down every inch of my body.
Lisa pulls my ass to the edge of the desk, and I tense a bit. Nerves pricking along my skin. Using a hand on my stomach, she gently reclines me, whispering to 'relax'. She trails kisses up the inside of my thighs raising heat everywhere on my body. Scorching me and forcing my hips to undulate. Her splayed hand warns me to stay still.
She teases me before her kisses reach my pussy, trailing down the seam. I shift in place as she uses two fingers to part my lips. I've never been like this with someone. So close and intimate. With my eyes open, I stare at the ceiling, barely seeing a thing and feeling every single thing. When she stops, I glance down at her, my lips parted and my chest rising with heavy breaths.
She looks up at me, like a tiger looking at his prey. There's a self-satisfied look on her face.
"You're so wet for me," she says. "That's so fucking sexy."
I blush and nearly cover my face but my hands close into fists instead. In the next heartbeat, Lisa kisses me right on my clit. It's electrifying, the feel of her lips like hot lightning running through my whole body.
She flicks her tongue over my clit a few more times, each flick making my body spark with need, then she swirls her tongue over it. Finally, she seals her mouth over my clit and I cry out, my hands flying to her shoulders.
"Lisa! Fuck!"
She moans, the vibrations forcing my toes to curl, and she does it again and again. I close my eyes. I grip her shoulders, her hair. It feels so goddamn good, I never want her to stop.
But before the heavy wave of my release crashes, she stops.
My gaze whips down to her, needing more and not knowing why she stopped. Lisa eases back from me, wiping her mouth. She chuckles as she stands up.
"Relax, sweetheart," she says. "I'm not done with you."
I pull her to me, kissing her hungrily. As I take my kisses, she unbuttons her jeans, pushing them down part of the way. I gasp and pull back; she's freed her cock, and it's massive. Long and thick, and resting against me.
I look her in the eye, awestruck. She smirks.
"You thought I couldn't back up my teasing?" she says.
I bite my lip and reach for her cock. I close my fingers around her girth, I know two things right this second.
I'm going to feel this tomorrow.
I have to tell Jisoo. Don't kiss and tell isn't a rule when you're with someone who's… well got something worth telling.
I caress her, feeling the warmth and steel of her cock beneath my fingers.
Mostly, I'm wondering how the hell she's going to fit. I hear crinkling, then realize she's unwrapping a condom. She kisses me, distracting me while she puts it on.
I lick my lips and almost remind her. The odds of me getting pregnant are slim to none. My throat starts to close with the emotions creeping up on me. All this bullshit that's been making me so crazy is getting in the way of my happiness yet again.
I won't let it. I don't have to tell her, and I'm not ruining this.
She takes her cock in her fist, and the sight of her touching herself gets me hotter than ever. As she positions herself snug between my thighs, my heart beats faster. I part my legs wider as her cock pushes against my entrance. She stretches me slowly and my head moves from one side to the other with the stinging pain.
I shiver, a chill running up and down my spine. Lisa brings her free hand up to cup my breast, the rough pad of her thumb brushing against my hardened peak, as she begins to push inside. I moan as she fills me, stretches me, possesses every single inch of my pussy.
"Lisa," her name is a strangled whisper from me. My eyes close, and my head falls back at the sweet sting of her pushing herself steadily into me.
"Say my name again, sweetheart," I hear Lisa say in a lowered voice.
Before I can do as she told me, she slowly withdraws, leaving a deep need in the pit of my stomach then thrusts into me, hard. My unintelligible groan speaks for me as she does it again. I grip the edge of the desk as a cold sweat breaks out over my skin and my body begs her to move.
"Goddamn," she groans with pleasure. "You're so fucking tight, Jennie."
Fuck, it's so good. Her gaze on me should be uncomfortable, but it's not. It's the hottest thing I've ever felt. Her pace is steady, her thrusts deep. Each hard pump of her hips makes my body jolt, and I struggle not to fall over the edge. Over and over, my body feels hotter and hotter as I climb higher and higher.
Still, I sense that she's holding back, waiting for me to finish. I don't want her to hold herself in check. I want her unhinged, out of her mind with lust.
I hook my legs around her and dig my heels into her ass, moaning into the crook of her neck as she hits the back of my walls, a sinful mix of pain and pleasure. With a rough groan of desire, she grips my hips and hammers into me, my screams of pleasure getting caught in the back of my throat. I can barely breathe, the intense wave of arousal climbing higher and higher. I don't even realize I'm not breathing until I let go of the exhale. It feels like something white hot is blooming inside me, something terrifying, but I fucking want it.
"Yes," I urge her on. "Do it like that, Lisa."
She kisses me hard, demanding more from me.
She lets loose, fucking me with crazed abandon. More papers fly off the desk, forgotten, but they're in my periphery as my head thrashes. My body is on fire and then too cold and needing more of her touch.
I rock my hips against her brutal thrusts, yearning for more.
I can feel myself tighten around her, and I think she can feel it, too. She pulls my knee up, increasing the pressure, making me hotter. Oh. My. God. I'm right on the edge, desperate to go over…
Just as I think I can't, it's too much, Lisa makes a low sound, rumbling through her chest. Suddenly I'm in freefall. I swear I see stars, thousands of stars of every color. I cling to her as I find my release, burying my head against her neck. She rides me through my orgasm, ripping through me and only making the crash that much sweeter. My nails dig into her skin as her hot breath travels down my body.
She thrusts one final time, uttering a curse as she comes. I hold her, and cling to her as her legs shake for a second. She stills, then runs a hand down my back. We're both out of breath.
My heart pounds as I raise my head to look at her.
There really aren't words that describe how amazing that was, so I try to put it in a kiss. It's short; she breaks it to breathe, but her large hand cups the back of my head, and then she kisses me. Deep and sweet. It's everything I want and need.
After another moment, she withdraws gently.
I wonder if sex is always like that for her. Wild, rough and demanding. Both people finding their pleasure together.
I've never had that before, not ever.
She kisses me again, cupping my cheek. Then disposes the condom and pulls her pants up. I pull up my dress, wiggling off the desk and slipping back into my thong.
Lisa smiles at me as she buttons up her jeans.
I've never settled for anything in my life. But I could settle with Lisa.
Even if it's not the same for her. Even if it's just a good time. I try to convince myself of that, but if it were true, then I wouldn't feel this sick feeling now that it's over.
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