30 - Elijah
30
Elijah
Well, I hadn’t expected this to happen tonight.
My intention had been to tease things out. That was a secret I held dear to my heart: don’t rush into anything too fast. Draw it out, make it last a little longer. That was the key to winning over a woman. Hell, it was the key to a lot of things in life. Being patient. Making the other person wait until they couldn’t possibly go another second without giving in, until both of you were practically vibrating with desire.
I had reached that point by the time I sang my final song up on that stage. I was singing directly to Sophie by that point, unable to take my eyes off her in the crowded room. But it might as well have been empty for all the attention I was paying everyone else. When Sophie was in a room, she was like a lighthouse: a bright point surrounded by darkness, beckoning me home.
And while she listened to the song from behind the bar, she was giving me the biggest fuck-me eyes I’d ever seen.
There was no way I could wait until she got off work at two in the morning. And there was definitely no chance of me waiting until I took her out on a real date. No man had that much patience.
But when I hopped off stage and fought through the crowd of people to reach the bar, she wasn’t there.
“Just missed her,” Johnny said. “Went off to do some work somewhere else.”
Fuck.
“Better luck next time,” Johnny said without any humor, then wandered away with his beer.
“Hey, cowboy?” the replacement bartender said to me. I recognized her as Sophie’s friend.
“Sorry, darlin’,” I said, “but I’ve only got eyes for one bartender tonight.”
She rolled her eyes and showed me a wedding band hanging from a chain around her neck. “I’m taken. What I was going to say before you interrupted me…” She leaned across the bar to whisper in my ear. “Sophie’s waiting for you. She’s in the storage room behind the main honky tonk room. It’s next to the painting of the pink longhorn. Can’t miss it.”
I searched her eyes for any hint that she wasn’t telling the truth. “I’ve already been pranked once tonight. Don’t think I’ll allow myself to get pranked twice.”
“I promise you this isn’t a prank. I’m Sophie’s best friend, and I’m telling you this is your chance.” She slammed a shot glass down on the bar and quickly filled it with whiskey. “For courage.”
I picked up the shot with two fingers, knocked it back, and carefully placed it back down.
“Atta boy,” she said as I left.
“You headed home?” Johnny asked as I left the room. “You’re my ride.”
“I’ve got to go see a man about a horse,” I replied with a grin. “I’ll be back.”
I weaved through the crowd, eventually finding the room in question. And sure enough, Sophie was inside, cutting open a box with a pair of scissors. She bent over the box, giving me the most beautiful view of her perfect ass in those cut-off jean shorts. My heart raced at the sight, and I wondered if this was a mistake. If I had misread things between us.
But as soon as I crushed my lips against hers, I knew she wanted this every bit as much as I did.
It was hot, and hard, and hurried. Two bodies magnetically connecting without any rational thought. The only thing that mattered, the only thing that even existed , was the electric sensation destroying and recreating the nerves in our joined parts as we surrendered to what we so severely wanted.
Sophie was like putty underneath my fingers and lips, a realization that drove my own hungry thrusts. She was totally consumed by me; she didn’t even notice when I knocked over a box of glasses as I carried us over to lock the door. Her lidded gaze existed for me, and only for me.
It was the most heavenly feeling in the world.
And when she came apart underneath me on the table, wrapping her legs around my waist and clamping her pussy lips down on my hard length, it was my turn to melt. I couldn’t have lasted another second if my life depended on it. A long, deep moan tumbled out of my lips, filling the empty room, louder and louder despite my warnings to Sophie about making too much noise. She grabbed a handful of my hair in a fist and tugged me back to her warm, full lips, kissing me deeply until I was completely spent.
Sophie tugged my hair back and whispered, “Shh. The music’s loud out there, but someone might hear.”
I laughed at having my own words thrown back at me. “I don’t rightly care. God himself could come down and pluck my soul from my body and I’d still call today a win.”
Her giggle was a little more carefree than when she was behind the bar, like I was getting a glimpse of the real Sophie, and not the one who was putting on a mask for all the other customers. “By the way: that was definitely worth the wait.”
I grinned back at her. “It was indeed.”
She still kept her legs wrapped tightly around my midsection. “Although as good as it was, you promised you were going to take your time with me.”
“That promise applies to when I get to take you out on a date,” I replied. “This was just an appetizer.”
“Can’t wait for the full meal,” she purred up at me, and damned if I didn’t get hard all over again.
But she finally released the vice-like grip of her legs, signaling an end to our fun. I kissed her one final time, then returned to the original spot of our lovemaking to retrieve our clothes.
“When the hell did that happen?” she asked, pointing at the box of broken glasses.
“Was wonderin’ if you noticed that.”
“I was distracted.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “You were. Let me help you with these boxes.”
She pressed her body against mine one more time, kissing me with enough passion to make me reconsider if our evening was over. “So when are you taking me on this date?”
“Hmm. I’ll have to check my calendar. I’m a very busy man.”
She playfully shoved me, and we laughed together while unloading the boxes of unbroken pint glasses.