Chapter 9
Thank God it's Sunday, one hour to go. I’m tired, my feet ache, and all I want to do is sleep. Maybe for a whole year while I’m at it.
“Hey C? We need another bottle of that blackberry whiskey; do you mind grabbing one for me?”
Darren asks.
We’re packed more than usual for a Sunday. I’m sure the state's football team winning has something to do with the crowd wanting to drink and celebrate.
“Sure thing, I’ll be right back,”
I yell to him.
I make my way to the back storage room. That shit is limited edition and we’re currently running a special to draw in more customers. I spot a bottle at the top shelf. Stepping up on my tippy toes, my fingers barely touch it when I feel heat at my back, smell the scent of sandalwood and leather surrounding me.
My body tenses up and my breathing hitches. I go to turn around, a hand grabbing my waist, holding me in place. The other hand moves the hair off my neck, the press of lips against my ear.
“Need some help Cea?”
the voice asks. The way my name rolls off his tongue sounds so familiar, sending sparks into my belly when I realize who the voice belongs to.
“You shouldn’t be back here. It’s against the bar rules,”
I say, trying to control the tone of my voice, but I can still hear the shakiness in it.
“I’ve never been real good at obeying rules,”
Blaze chuckles. His free arm comes around me, slowly sliding up my stomach until he reaches my breast. His fingers tweaking my nipple over my top. I let out a gasp, clenching my thighs to control the need my pussy is starting to crave for this man.
“Well what do we have here?”
he asks, flicking the end of the jeweled piercing I got when I was eighteen.
“What are you doing?”
I ask. I don’t even understand why I’m not stopping him. “Someone could come in here.” It’s the most willpower I can muster up, but something tells me that’s not enough.
“I’m doing whatever the hell I want, Cea, and right now what I want is you.”
His deep voice heats up my body.
He removes the hand from my hip, grabbing me by the front of my throat, whipping me around to face him.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Leaning down, he takes my nipple into his mouth. Working his tongue around the bud and piercing, causing me to let out a moan, throwing my head back against the liquor shelf.
“Fuck,”
I gasp, feeling the pressure from his mouth, the little nibbles he inflicts every now and then. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Not right now, not here,” I say. “We can’t, I don’t want to…”
He reaches down into my shorts, past my lace underwear, a smirk lighting his face. He rubs his fingers through my slit, before pulling his hand out, bringing it between our faces, the wetness glistening in the low light of the room. There’s definitely no denying how turned on I am now.
“This sure doesn’t look like you don’t want to.”
Blaze chuckles right before taking his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Mmmm…if I knew what the closest thing to heaven would taste like, I would say this is it, baby girl.”
“Fuck,”
I whisper, claiming his lips. He doesn’t move at first, caught off guard. Hell, I caught myself off guard.
Our tongues mingle with each other, my hands finding a grip on his shoulders, before I jump and wrap my legs around him.
Blaze instantly takes hold of me easily, like this comes so naturally and I’m as light as a feather. Which I know for a fact is a lie, I definitely got some meat on my bones.
“God damn this mouth,”
Blaze hisses. “I could never get enough of you.” He groans into my mouth, his erection through his jeans pressing into my heat.
I grind my body against his as he moves his mouth to my neck, taking the skin, biting hard enough to cause a slight pain.
His hardness rubs me just right, causing my greedy pussy to beg for release. Blaze drops me to the ground, curling his hands into my hair, placing one more kiss on my lips.
“Strip. Now.”
There’s no room for questioning and all of my common sense has left the building.
I must take too long because Blaze grabs a hold of my crop top and rips it down the middle. He moves to my shorts next, jerking them down, before ripping my panties to shreds. I look in shock as my shredded clothes lay on the floor next to us.
“What the fuck am I going to wear now?” I growl.
“Don’t worry about that baby. I’ll take care of you.”
Fuck.
I watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and unbuckles his pants, yanking out his big cock. A shiny piece of metal catches the light and I drop my mouth open in awe, drool running out.
“See something you like Mama?”
I blush from being caught staring.
“Maybe. Maybe not,”
I try to play it off cool.
“That’s such a smart-ass mouth you got baby. Don't worry. I’ll take care of that.”
He smirks.
Blaze makes his way over, hoisting me back by my ass. Swinging my legs around him, my breath hitches when I feel the head of his cock rub against my clit. He walks us back toward the shelf, my back pressing against it. He slowly starts thrusting his hips between my slit, teasing me and causing small moans to escape me. I feel him grin into our kiss, completely satisfied with the reactions he’s bringing out of me.
I’m ready to be fucked. I haven’t felt this needy in a while and feel like a completely different person now.
Blaze kisses down my chin, shoving his cock into my pussy and I let out a scream from the forceful impact. His erection stretches me, making me feel far past full. He slows his rhythm to give me time to adjust, and then—
Son of a bitch!
“Wait!”
I screech.
“What?”
Blaze looks at me utterly confused.
“Protection dumbass, we need fucking protection,”
I shriek and Blaze lets out a chuckle.
“Are you not on birth control?”
What the hell does that matter?
“Yes, but that is obviously besides the damn point,”
I end on a moan as Blaze amps his pace up a little.
“Then we don’t need protection baby.”
“I don’t know where the fuck your dick has been.”
Sweat slides down my body, my legs trembling from holding on.
“I’m clean if that's your concern. I’ve been tested. As for protection, I’ll never wear it with you. Now that I've felt this pussy bare, it’s the only way I want to feel it for the rest of my life.”
He starts fucking me hard and rough. My back hitting the shelf from each thrust he pounds into me, my nails gripping his shoulder from trying to hold on.
“Fuck, you feel so good,”
I let out.
“You like that baby? You like the way Daddy’s fucking you?”
My toes curl when he uses the term Daddy, and I was today years old when I realize I must have a Daddy kink. I might let this man be my Daddy any day if this is the treatment I get.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” I scream.
Blaze brings his lips to mine, barely touching them as he drags his thumb to my clit, rubbing circles. The motions have me swimming on the edge, waiting to be pushed off.
“Cum for me Mama,”
Blaze growls, and it does me in.
My orgasm reaches its peak and I’m a goner. Falling off the cliff of ecstasy into a cloud of bliss. Sure, I’ve gotten myself off before, but I’ve never brought myself to this level of pleasure.
“Fuck Cea,”
Blaze moans before putting me onto my feet.
“Get on your knees baby, I need to mark you.”
I don’t even question him. I drop to my knees, Blaze giving himself a few pumps before hot ropes of liquid shoot all over my face. Some lands on my mouth and I can’t seem to stop myself from swiping my tongue out from tasting him.
“Damn… you look so beautiful on your knees for me,”
he whispers.
Blaze uses his finger to wipe some of his cum off my face, then brings it to my mouth. I open and he slowly slides his finger in, and I suck off every trace of cum until I’m sure he’s clean.
“So fucking beautiful,”
he says again.
He grabs my discarded crop top and quickly starts cleaning my face.
I throw on my shorts just to realize I don’t have a top to wear. I look over to the clock in the corner to see it’s 11:15 and I still have forty-five minutes left before I can close the bar down. In fact, I can’t believe Daren hasn’t come looking for me yet.
“What the hell am I supposed to wear now? You’ve ruined my top,”
I scold. Blaze picks his shirt off the floor; walking over to me, he places it over my head and lets me slip my arms through. The plain black tee falls to my thighs. “You know, I don’t even know your last name.”
“Valentino.”
“And what am I supposed to tell Daren when he asks why I’m wearing this?”
Because if I know one thing, it’s Daren is definitely going to be questioning me.
Blaze takes my face in his hands, gazing into my eyes.
“You tell him Daddy’s home.”
With that, he gently places a kiss on my lips, winks, and walks out the back exit like nothing happened.
My mind is a jumbled mess as I make my way back to the front. My girl is sore and I’m sure I look like a hot mess. I walk back behind the bar, grabbing a shot glass, pour me some apple whiskey and throw it back. The bar has finally emptied some, leaving only a few customers left to finish off their drinks.
Daren saddles up next to me, turning me to face him.
“What the hell happened to you? You look like you just got fucked from hell and back?”
he laughs.
“Something like that,”
I mutter, pouring myself another shot.
“Do what? I wanted to come back there and check on you, but we just started clearing out,”
he says, concern all over his face. “What happened?”
“Nothing… can you close the bar? I’m too tired and can’t function right now.”
I look at him with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, C. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I promise. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Daren nods, giving my cheek a kiss goodnight. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I grab my stuff out of my office, make my way to the car, and head home. It’s already been a hell of a week and it’s only Sunday. I still have to prepare myself for tomorrow night with Elijah and his meeting.
God give me strength, because after the fucking Blaze just gave me, I don’t think I have any left.
Now all I’ll be thinking about is the way his lips feel against mine, the way he felt sliding in and out of me.
How the hell did he get into the storage room without Daren noticing? He could have come through the back exit, but it only opens from the inside… Is he the one that snuck into my room?
Shit. Looks like I’ll be doing a little research of my own.