Chapter 7 Juniper
Juniper
Ican’t even think.
What the hell just happened, and how did we end up making out after just talking about lighthouses and… what else did we even talk about?!
I’m a zombie walking back into the bar. Don’t ask me how I got back behind it. I’m numb, but not from the cold. Entirely distracted. I think Chester said something as I walked hand-in-hand with Nick through the kitchen, though I can’t be sure.
He’ll repeat it when I go back to get an order if it was important.
God, I can still taste the cinnamon on Nick’s breath.
Nick’s touch lingers like fire on my palm when he releases me at the edge of the bar. My heart is pounding. I need a minute to regroup, to put my customer service mask back on and do my job.
“Hey, you good?” Jasmine asks, her hands on my arms.
“Hm? Yeah. I’m fine.” I blink out the images of Nick holding me tight, his hand in my hair, lips on my throat. “Actually, I need a minute to go to the bathroom,” I admit.
Jasmine snorts. “I got you, girl. Go fix that lipstick.”
I pull out of her grasp, grab my bag, and head toward the restroom.
My head is fuzzy, eyes in a daze. The neon glow of the signs above the one-stall restrooms is hazy. I reach for the door handle and barely recall pushing it open.
I don’t know what spell he has me under, but I’ve never felt this disoriented after someone kissed me. I’ve never had this much euphoria swimming around my body, so much anxiety just thinking about later seeming to hold me back.
I’m nearly nauseous with it.
God, look at me.
I look like I’ve already been fucked. No wonder Jasmine was quick to send me to the bathroom to straighten myself up. I’m flushed, hair frizzed under my hat, eyes wild and dilated like they refuse to go down.
Holy shit.
I hang my head and try to take an even breath, but it’s rough and ragged.
My hands are pressed against the countertop when I hear a soft tap on the door.
“I’ll just be a minute,” I call out.
The knock sounds again, and this time, I swing the door open wide, ready to tell the person on the other side to give me a fucking minute to piss, when I see Nick.
His gaze is dark, mouth agape. He looks as bad as I do. Like he’s starving. Ravenous. Eager and hopeless.
And the moment our eyes lock, I know I can’t wait.
I grab him by his shirt and yank him into the restroom with me. His hands latch around my waist and my neck. I quickly hit the lock on the door, and he takes one look over my face before kissing me hard.
It’s chaos.
It’s an unnatural battle between us as if we’re trying to figure out who can devour the other faster.
I don’t want or need him to slow down, not as he grabs my ass and pulls my skirt up.
Not as my hips hit the sink behind us and my legs hike around his waist. I can feel his dick pressing against my abdomen, and I need him inside me.
I’m weeping at the thought of waiting, my pussy fucking throbbing with anticipation.
He’s sucking on my tongue and biting my lip.
I reach behind me for the zipper on my skirt, feet on the floor again.
I just need it pulled down so I can get to these damn stockings.
It loosens, and Nick reaches his hands up my skirt to grab the elastic band and pull.
His short nails drag down my sides as he strips me, taking my panties down, too.
I separate from him just to take one of my boots off, and as he drags the stocking and panties off that leg, his mouth moves to my throat.
I start to press my hands against the countertop, but Nick has my ass in his hands already. He lifts me onto the counter before I can do it myself. He slips a hand between us, fingers finding my dripping pussy, and he groans into the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, angel. How were you going to work like this?” he asks in a low whisper.
I roll my hips into his touch, trying to keep quiet and not let everyone in the bar know I’m about to get railed in this bathroom. “This is your fault.”
He snickers into my neck. “Yeah, it is.” He straightens and kisses my nose, his eyes so dark that there’s barely any blue left. “Are you on birth control?”
Finally, a gentleman.
I nod and reach for his pants. “God, yes,” I breathe, unbuckling them.
I’m so busy trying to free his dick that I barely notice him pulling my underwear off the other foot. It’s hard concentrating with his thumb on my clit, with the pressure he’s making me weak from. Shit, I need him inside me before I come on his fingers.
“Nick.”
He takes his fingers from inside me and yanks my hips toward him, making my head hit the mirror. It rattles, but right now, it could break, and I wouldn’t care.
He has his dick in his hand, and the way he’s stroking it as he looks at me makes my mouth dry.
“Shit, you’re stunning,” he says, precum spilling over my black panties in his fingers. “Open for me.”
I drop my jaw, and he stuffs the underwear he just wiped himself with into my mouth.
“I can’t have you getting us caught,” he whispers.
Before I have a chance to nod or acknowledge his comment, he positions his tip at my entrance and slams inside me.
God, I’m fucking weak.
He curses under his breath and works up into a steady rhythm, his hand wrapping around my neck, the other holding my hip. My legs hike around his waist. I don’t have any control over this. I’m entirely done, the sound of my pussy squelching around his dick making me pulse already.
He kisses my lips and fills me. Over and over. Fast and slow. I don’t know how much time has passed. A minute. An hour. I’m about to come all over him, and judging by the strained look on his face, he is too.
My legs jerk, hips pushing against his, head thrown back. He takes his hand from my hair and places them both on my hips to hold me steady as he somehow rails deeper inside me.
Oh. My. God.
I nearly scream around the underwear in my mouth when I finally combust, it rocks me to my toes.
My entire body feels like it’s gone off all at once, euphoria and delirium following.
Nick yanks me flush to him and buries his face into my neck again, his teeth bearing down on my throat beneath my braid as he slams inside me one more time, and I feel him release.
I throw my hands around his neck and hold him steady as he jerks and flinches against me.
Together, we still.
Chests rising and falling in sync, bodies unable to shift, minds barely processing what just happened. Nick shudders as he catches his breath, and eventually, he pulls back.
He’s so pretty.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as he pushes my hair off my face and takes the underwear from my mouth.
“I couldn’t wait,” he whispers, kissing me again.
“I’m really fucking glad you didn’t,” I whisper back.
His eyes move over my face as if he’s seeing it for the first time again. I could sit in this moment all night, but it’s short-lived.
“I have to get back to work,” I tell him.
He nods solemnly. “Right.”
As he backs up to tuck himself in and buckle his pants again, I try to decide what to do first. Underwear. Stockings. Boots. Makeup. Hair…
I should pee first.
“Um…”
“What?” Nick asks.
“I need to pee.”
He snickers. “Okay.”
“No, I mean, I need to pee,” I insist.
“Would you like me to turn around?”
“Most guys would leave.”
“I was going to help you get dressed. I can’t leave you like this. That’s rude.”
I’m taken aback. “Oh. Okay. So… turn around and cover your ears.”
“You need me to cover my ears?”
“Yes.”
He eyes me playfully, but does as I ask anyway.
I don’t think I’ve ever peed in front of someone I’ve just fucked.
Whatever.
I do my business and wash my hands before telling him he can turn around again. He’s still smirking when he pivots, and I can only imagine what I look like standing in front of him with my stockings around one ankle, Santa hat askew, makeup looking like a panda.
“You should not have to see me like this after only one day,” I say, going to grab my loose stocking.
Nick sinks to the floor in front of me before I have a chance. He rolls my hose up and holds the foot open for me to slip into. He has them halfway up my calves before I realize I forgot to put my panties back on.
“Wait. We forgot my underwear,” I say.
“If you think that was an accident, you’re poorly mistaken,” he tells me.
There’s something about him on his knees in front of me, rolling my stockings up my dimpled thighs like he’s having to put away an open present on Christmas Eve that makes my breathing uneven.
And when he tugs them to my hips where he’s left me naked beneath, he blows out a breath while staring at my cunt.
“So fucking pretty… What if I just…”
“Nick—“
He leans forward and presses his lips to my pussy before I can stop him. His tongue sticks out of his mouth, parting my labia so he can taste me better. One of my knees tries to give. I’d like to say I have the willpower to grab his hair and pull him away, but fuck.
“Nick, I have to go back,” I force myself to say, ignoring the fact that I’ve widened my legs.
He slides his tongue along my clit, and the already sensitive nerves make me jerk. “Nick—”
He pulls back and kisses my pelvis. “Later,” he promises.
I’m stunned as he finishes rolling up my stockings—over my ass, my hips, and to my waist, making sure to tug and straighten them just right. I push away from the counter to zip my skirt as he sinks back down to one knee and puts my boot back on.
Once he’s satisfied, he looks up at me, our eyes lock, and he straightens over me.
“I… I have to fix my hair and makeup,” I manage.
“Sounds like you’re kicking me out this time,” he jokes.
All I can do is nod.
He leans down to kiss my cheek, his hand squeezing mine. “I’ll see you out there.”
With one last look at me over his shoulder, he opens the door and disappears on the other side of it. The moment it closes, I think my heart starts up again.
Holy shit.
Holy shit.
As the night goes on, and I get back into the groove of work, I’m less of a mess.