Sex With a Coffee Addict
I’m completely out of sorts after Decker’s confession. It’s only fair to let Ken know I’m dating multiple people. Sort of. But I don’t know how he’ll handle it.
If he decides to have an issue with it, then I guess that helps narrow things down for me. But I do like him.
“Holly?” Ken asks.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “What did you say?”
He sets his fork down on his plate. “I asked if everything’s okay.”
Sighing, I do the same. “I’m sorry. I’m a little distracted.”
“What’s on your mind?”
Here goes nothing. If Ken kicks me out and says he never wants to see me again—even as a customer—that’ll be what I deserve. I can’t help but feel like this is my fault somehow.
“I want to be honest with you.”
“That’s always a solid plan.”
“I like you. I really like you, which is why I need to tell you that I’m dating. Two guys in particular who have shared an interest in pursuing something with me. It’s… This has never happened to me before, and I want to be transparent with you. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
Biting his lip, he nods. “Three.”
“Three?”
“There are three men who are interested in something serious with you. I don’t want to be counted out.”
“I didn’t want to assume that you still wanted to be with me once you knew the full picture. It’s very… confusing.”
“Did you meet them through that app?” He chuckles suddenly and places his napkin on the table. “Is one of them the cowboy?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “God, no. None of them are from the app.”
He stands and holds out a hand. I take it and stand, following him to the couch. His arms wrap around me, and he sighs. “I won’t lie and say I’m not jealous. But I like you too much to just walk away right now.”
“I wish I’d met you before I tried this stupid app. This wouldn’t even be a conversation right now,” I say, breathing in his citrusy cologne.
It’s not my favorite scent, but it’s hardly a deal breaker. I’ll get him something I like for his birthday or something. Assuming things progress that far.
“I’m glad you tried the app. And that it’s not working out. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”
“The last guy I met through the app made me realize how ridiculous it was. I picked a random category to see who would show up.”
“Yeah? Which category?”
There’s something in his underlying tone that makes me self-conscious. “Royalty.”
“William or Harry show up? I’m not sure their wives would appreciate that, though.”
I giggle. “No. It was a man who showed up wearing a long, purple robe and a giant crown. I just turned and walked out.”
He chuckles, but it’s polite. Familiar. That familiar I’ve overshared feeling creeps in.
“I suspect the dates will only get weirder.”
“Can we not talk about the app anymore?” Ken asks.
“What do you want to talk about?”
His tongue slides over his lips as his gaze drops to mine. “I’m hoping we stop talking altogether. That what we do tonight will help make your decision clearer.”
My mind races, but he kisses me—soft at first—and thoughts disappear. All I can focus on is his mouth on mine. The way he lays me back on the couch and shifts his weight to avoid crushing me.
“I was just looking for my happily ever after,” I murmur against his lips. “It’s all a girl really wants.”
“Not just girls,” he says, tugging my shirt up. “I want to take care of you, Holly.”
I lift my back up off of the couch and raise my arms to help him pull it over me and onto the ground. The confession makes me tingle. I want him to take care of me, too. Make me feel great as he has me moaning out his name.
His hand slides behind my back to unclasp my bra before I can lie back down, and my bra quickly follows.
“Are you looking for your happily ever after or more of a happy ending?” I tease as he pinches and twists my nipples.
“Both,” he says between kisses.
His mouth moves down to my neck, then my breasts, nipping until I whimper. He smiles at the sounds I make, and he moves lower, swirling his tongue in my belly button—something no one’s ever done before. It’s surprisingly erotic.
Goosebumps spread as he slowly slides my skirt up in a torturous tease. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Thank God.”
He bunches my skirt at my waist and pulls my panties down my thighs as I lift my ass up to help. Sitting up, he slides them off my legs before kissing his way from my ankle to the apex of my thighs. Before diving in, he looks up.
God, he’s sexy.
His mouth is warm, his tongue a little too active, but he’s not bad at this. He flicks his tongue, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s tentative at first, and then too intense. I shift, ready to push him away until he backs off enough to be pleasurable.
“Ken,” I moan, shoving stray thoughts—like the Barbie movie—out of my head.
Every time I inch closer to my release, his rhythm breaks. Just as I start to rise again, he switches techniques. It doesn’t take long before he gives up, and I groan in frustration because if he’d just kept a steady pace, I could’ve gotten there.
Ken smirks up at me, and he gets off the couch to strip himself naked. Considering all I have on is my skirt, I take the opportunity to match him skin for skin.
Even frustrated, I can’t help but find his physique impressive. He’s ripped, even though I doubt he has much time to work out, and he’s more than impressive beneath the waist. Not overly large, but not simply average, either.
“Like what you see?”
I nod, biting my lip.
Moving forward, he places his cock in front of my face. I know what he wants, and I take him into my mouth, sucking just on the tip as he gasps.
“Holly, yeah… take more.”
I expect him to reach down and finish what he started manually, but he doesn’t. He braces himself on the couch, thrusting into my mouth and making me gag a bit.
I use my hand for the base, twist a little, swirl my tongue at the head. His cock pulses in my mouth, and he continues to thrust, taking over the control of the impromptu blowjob.
This position isn’t my favorite, and just as I reach out to push him back to get more in control, I feel his hot release shooting into the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I’m coming.”
I don’t have much of an option other than to swallow, and I’m appreciative of the lessons my college roommate insisted I learn about shot gunning beers. If not, I might’ve actually choked.
Pulling away and standing up straight, he rests a hand on his chest. “Sorry, Holly. I didn’t expect that.”
“It’s okay,” I say, only half-lying.
He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Somehow, he’s hard again. Or still hard. I’m not really sure. Either way, I wish he’d finish what he started on the couch.
Reaching into the nightstand, Ken grabs a condom and rolls it on. He climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs, easing inside.
It feels good, but I’m not as ready as I was earlier. After a few thrusts, we’re in business, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts into me.
“You seemed to take a bit to get off out there,” he whispers into my ear. “I hope it’s not the same in bed.”
That feels like judgement. Never once did he ask if I liked it, or if there was something I wanted him to keep doing.
“I was close in the living room,” I say, unsure why it feels like he’s criticizing me. “You stopped about two minutes too soon.”
“Most women don’t take that long with my mouth on them.”
Well, good for them.
I try to kiss him, but he avoids me, turning his head so I kiss his jaw instead. “You had my cum in your mouth.”
It’s good enough for me but too good for him?
He sucks on my neck, shifting us to give more friction to my clit as he drives into me, and it feels good. My annoyance disappears as the familiar warmth builds, and I pant, praying he doesn’t stop before I finish. Again.
“Call my name,” he whispers. “When you come, call my name.”
Swiveling his hips, he hits the right spots. The ones that continue to build the pleasure I missed out in the living room. And he does have impressive stamina. He doesn’t tire, and he looks in my eyes as he continues, seemingly reading my expression.
Two more thrusts and I’m done, trembling as I finally come. “Ken!”
“Holly,” he grits out, pulling back as he slams into me a few more times before stilling, a strained look on his face.
He pulls out and lies down, yanking the condom off and tossing it into the garbage. It wasn’t the best sex I’ve had, but it was good.
“Glad it didn’t take too long,” he says, pulling me into his arms. “I hate finishing first.”
“Guess you would’ve had to finish me off in another way,” I say with a smirk.
He gently bites my shoulder. “Are you tired?”
“Not really.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“I have plans for tonight. Making you beg for mercy type of plans.”
It doesn’t sound like a terrible plan. “Is that right?”
“I’ve had enough caffeine today to make an average man’s heart explode. Trust me… I don’t have any desire to go to sleep right now.”
His fingers slide down my belly and toy between my legs. I’m sensitive, and he uses the right amount of pressure to bring me to the brink again.
He’s better with his fingers than he is with his mouth. And that’s okay. As long as he’s willing to learn.
“Hopefully, you aren’t hoping to sleep anytime soon.”
“I think you might…” I let out a shaky breath as he twists and makes my entire body jolt. “… oh, forget it. Don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He makes love to me all night long. I get about an hour of sleep before he makes me that coffee he promised on our first date.
It wasn’t a perfect night, but it was a good one.