11. Ray
ELEVEN
RAY
It’s time to have a little fun.
Her words lit a fire inside me that had been slowly building for the last few hours.
It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy what she was doing, but I needed to be sure so she wouldn’t regret this in the morning.
“Tammy,” I said as she slid her hand into my jeans and her fingers brushed over my cock. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
“You’re not really the regrettable type.”
Damn, if that didn’t build my ego up a bit.
Not that I needed it, but having a gorgeous woman tell me that felt good.
“I want this, and you’re leaving tomorrow, so there’s no longer a conflict of interest.”
I wasn’t sure what the logical answer was here, but it no longer mattered—not while her hand stroked me up and down as her other hand pushed my jeans and underwear down just enough to get a better grip.
My mouth crashed on hers, and I kissed her with the same energy she was devoting to my ever-growing dick.
Needing to make this last so I didn’t turn into some two-pump chump, I released her lips and pulled back.
I moved her back a step so her back was against the wall, needing leverage. I grabbed the sides of her head and kissed her deeply as my I pressed my leg in tight between her, feeling the heat of her radiating on my thigh.
A low moan reverberated through her throat, and judging by the way she ground herself forward against my denim-covered thigh, she was just as eager for these activities to continue and progress as I was.
Remembering how she’d shivered the first night we were together as I kissed a sensitive spot, I shifted my mouth to the column of her neck, nipping and sucking my way down, all the while reveling in the whimpers and mewls she made.
“Come here.” I grabbed her wrist, which was pressed up against my stomach, and pulled her over to the couch.
After sliding my jeans off completely and then kicking them away from me, I sat down on the cool, fake leather couch and motioned for her to join me by crooking my finger.
“I don’t want you to feel left out being the only one without pants,” she said seductively and worked her own jeans off and dropping them onto the floor.
She walked the last two steps and lowered herself onto my lap. In an effort to give me a modicum of longevity, I’d stilled her hands as she attempted to lower her black lace underwear. While it wasn’t much, I needed another barrier, albeit small, between us for now.
Her legs straddled mine as she slid her hands up my forearms and over my shoulders.
At the same time, my hands moved to the buttons on the front of her shirt. I was frantic with desire to get her naked, but I also knew I may never get another opportunity to do this, so ultimately, I took my time, undoing each one slowly.
Her hands went to the back of the couch just beyond my shoulders, and she looked so enticing as she stared down at me with fire in her eyes. Her heartbeat thumped beneath my fingers as I worked my way down her black blouse.
My eyes looked to the prize I was slowly revealing, causing my dick to get impossibly harder. I spread her shirt open, revealing the most delicious set of boobs I’d ever seen.
I needed to touch her, to feel her soft skin under my hands. I dragged one finger from her collarbone, down between her boobs—her skin felt like fire as I brushed down her abdomen.
Her hands moved from the couch to my hair. Her short nails managed to scratch as she ran her fingers from my scalp down my neck and shoulders. It sent an electric current shooting down my spine and straight to my dick.
I caressed her over the soft black lace, and with one finger, I pushed the fabric aside. I parted her lower lips and swept two fingers across her sensitive skin. Wetness coated my fingers as I rubbed back and forth while she let out a small whimper.
“Stop torturing me, Ray,” Tammy begged, and it just amped me up further. “I need more.”
One thing I appreciated so much about her was that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
“More what, darlin’?” I asked teasingly.
“Pressure,” she gasped as my thumb brushed over her clit.
She jumped at my touch, lifting her ass from my legs and leaning forward. Her hands went back to bracing themselves on the couch, putting her luscious tits right in front of me. Not one to miss an opportunity, I latched my mouth onto her nipple over the fabric of her bra.
Her sharp inhale was followed by the whisper of my name. My tongue lapped and sucked at the hard nub in front of me while my thumb continued to caress her in circles.
I slid two fingers inside, feeling her wet heat surround them as they stroked inside her. She ground into my hand, working herself into a frenzy, while she arched her back to push her breasts farther into my face.
“Ray,” she choked out as I felt the telltale signs of her incoming orgasm.
“Let go, Tammy,” I said, applying more pressure with my thumb as I curled my fingers, hoping to hit that magical spot.
She ignited as she released a trembling whimper of my name.
My chest swelled at being able to give her that moment of euphoric bliss.
Her body fell forward, and her chest smothered me in the best way possible. I removed my hand from her underwear, noticing the slight flinch from the sensitivity as her heart pounded in front of me.
She slid off my lap and pivoted to fall gently onto the couch, resting her head on the arm.
Her eyes were closed as she panted. “Give me thirty seconds…to catch my breath…and then I want you inside me.”
I smiled over at her as I lifted my hips to slide my own boxer briefs off. The instant my cock sprang free, I felt a twinge of discomfort at how hard it had actually become. I likely could have hammered nails into a table at this point.
“Come here,” she called, crooking her finger at me seductively. “You broke my legs, so you’ll have to be on top now.”
That smile of hers was addictive and alluring, and I wanted to keep it on her face for the rest of the night.
Reaching down into my jeans on the floor, I pulled out a condom and put it on in record time.
I shifted so that my body hovered over hers on the couch.
My left knee pressed into the seat cushion, and my right leg was off to the side for balance on the floor—like a kickstand on a bicycle.
I stretched out my left arm with my hand on the armrest next to her head as I caressed the sensitive covered skin at the juncture of her thighs with my other hand.
I watched as she shivered beneath me and her eyes fluttered back open. Her gaze was filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, and she’d never looked more beautiful.
“You just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna put that thing to good use?”
I grinned back at her a moment before I thrust inside. Wet heat surrounded me as I captured her moan with my mouth. I kissed her roughly as I drove my hips forward and then back again, over and over, inside her.
Maybe it was the angle or the fact that this couch was not suited for two grown adults to be fucking on it, but she felt tighter. This position had her squeezing me like a vise as I worked back and forth, plunging into her like my life depended on it.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” I told her, watching the way her chest moved up and down as her breathing picked up.
Her breasts swayed every time I pushed in and out of her.
“I’m close again,” she whispered, closing her eyes as if to concentrate.
She moved her hand to her clit to stroke herself and get herself where she needed to be, but I moved my hand to replace hers. “You can do that when I’m not here, but when I am, it’s my job to do that.”
She dropped her hand at my request and let out unintelligible sounds as my thumb now worked over the same spot she had been circling.
“That feels so good, Ray. Don’t stop,” she panted as her hands reached for any part of the couch she could get leverage from.
I felt that familiar sensation in my balls of my impending orgasm already. I was ready for it, but I also wasn’t at the same time. I wanted the release, but I also wanted this to last for hours.
Her long, throaty moan coincided with her pulsing and squeezing around my dick with an iron grip. She tilted her head back and inhaled sharply as her orgasm crashed through her.
I followed right after, thrusting almost brutally into her as she quivered around me.
Beeping woke me up. I took in my surroundings and realized I was lying on the couch in the office at the Watering Hole.
I was in a sitting position up against the back of the couch, my feet resting on the coffee table in front of me.
Tammy was pressed up against my side, wearing only her unbuttoned shirt, bra, and underwear.
I had my jeans and underwear on but no shirt.
The beeping finally stopped, and it registered what it was—the back door alarm.
Shit.
“Tammy, wake up,” I whispered, nudging her.
She shook her head and moaned, but I used my hand to cover her mouth.
That got her attention right away. She jerked back and looked at me, startled.
“Someone’s here,” I whispered quickly, giving her the universal sign to be quiet. “The back door was opened and started beeping. Someone’s inside. Pants.”
I pointed at her jeans on the ground, hoping she got the message loud and clear to put them on as quickly and as quietly as she could. I stood up and took a few steps to the desk, where I had left my phone.
As soon as I picked it up, Tammy grabbed my arm. There’s a gun in my purse, she mouthed to me, nodding in the direction of the desk chair where her purse was located.
I nodded and walked around to grab it. We had no idea who was out there or if there was more than one person, so having a little bit of protection was good.
I reached into her bag, lifted out the small pistol she had in there, and handed it to her. I was a skilled marksman and could shoot many different kinds of weapons, but an owner knew their gun better than anyone.
She reached for it but tripped, banging her knee into the side of the desk. Outside of the loud thump of her bone connecting with the wood, she didn’t make a sound. Her face showed some pain, but she kept her reaction silent.
The damage was done, however, as whoever was on the other side of the office likely heard the bump and knew they weren’t alone. There was a crash just outside the door—the sound of pots and pans clanging together or falling.
Tammy and I both rushed to the door. I opened it slowly as she drew her gun.
My gaze flicked left and right, scanning the dimly lit kitchen.
She had left one set of lights on while we were in the office, but not all three.
Still, it was lit well enough for us to see the kitchen and prep space.
It was also lit well enough to see the back door closing the last few inches.
Whoever was here had just left. The back door automatically closed, but it was a slow close.
Tammy lurched forward, likely to go investigate, but I pulled her arm back and whispered, “Wait. We don’t know if there are others.”
She nodded and spoke quietly in return. “I’m going to the alarm panel to hit the police button. It will be the fastest way to call them here.”
I had my phone with me—I had planned to call 911 before Tammy had bumped her knee and the criminals made their hasty and loud exit—but her way was certainly faster.
I followed her as she traveled the twenty feet to the alarm panel and watched her hit a few buttons. She leaned over and flipped the deadbolt on the back door, effectively preventing anyone from coming through that door again.
“Grab some of the kitchen knives or anything from here you want to use as a weapon and we can go out into the main pub space,” she whispered to me.
The swinging door from the kitchen to the main room opened into a completely dark space, except for the small amount of moonlight that shone in through the two vertical sidelight windows by the front door.
We both slowly eased into the space, scanning the room for any movement.
We advanced fluidly as though we were acting out a perfectly coordinated and planned mission.
Two minutes—one hundred and twenty seconds—and we found nothing.
The front door was still locked from the inside, and the space looked untouched.
“I think we’re clear,” Tammy whispered to me.
I nodded just as the sound of sirens wailed in the background.