Chapter 25 #2
Removing my other glove, Cindel views our reflection as I carefully peel off each adhesive covering, revealing tiny pink nipples.
I take her into my hands, rubbing soft circles around them with the pad of my thumbs.
Gradually, I change the direction of my teasing fingers, rocking her nipples back and forth with just enough force to make hard peaks.
Her mild discontent turns into soft moans, tumbling from her now slack jaw.
I want to tell her how beautiful she is like this.
How turned on she was making me, but I couldn’t. The best I could do was show her.
I reach around her body, retrieving one of her slender hands and position it over my cock. It felt good to have her finally touch me. Even if it was over thick material.
Her eyes bounce between my hidden face and the area her hand now rests. If she starts rubbing, I don’t know how long I could last.
“Is it my turn?” She coos.
Fuck, this woman is more than I could have ever dreamt up; I’m not religious but she is my deity.
She drops to her knees in that bar bathroom, bare breasted, looking up at me for what I can only assume as permission.
If Cindel knew what I kept from her, she would probably stab me. However, if she looked like this while doing it, I’d let her.
All it took was one nod from me, and she was unfastening the button to my pants, then lowering the zipper.
The way tiny whines spill from her as I massaged her nipples, or even her actions, reveals just how eager she is.
Despite the material of my pants pulled back, the belt lies against my lower belly, still fastened, as my cock stands at attention for her.
I was thankful for my choice to go commando this evening.
Tentatively she licks her lips, as I collect her silky chestnut hair in my hand and tug gently for her to move closer to me.
Her mouth opens, tongue slightly jutting out; she starts working on teasing the tip, popping on and off, causing my lower spine to tingle with pleasure.
Perfectly happy with just the head being played with, but then she goes further.
Not progressively, but all at once she dives forward, takin all of me in her mouth. The sensation in my lower back turns into fire! Wanting desperately to touch her, play with her nipples, which I know are still rock hard, but too far.
Instead, I let my hands dive into her velvet strands.
I thought I’d lose myself right then. The head of my dick petting the back of her throat.
She moves, repeating the motion, but not even letting the tip leave the warmth of her mouth.
The delicious sounds she makes as she bobs on me cause my vision to blur.
Cindel leans back for a moment and glances up at me. Little ribbons of spit connect from the head of my cock to her moist, pouty lips. Fucking glorious. God, this woman will have me cumming faster than a pubescent teen with his first nudie magazine.
Her lip tugs upward in one corner. Is she teasing me?
Not allowing her to get off track, I give her hair a little tug, egging her on. It’s cute that she thinks we’re done here. I’m sure her jaw is tired, but I plan to fuck her mouth until I explode.
She leans in, taking me deep into her throat before pulling back.
This time she meticulously sucks and licks the head of my cock, all while her hand works my wet shaft.
My legs feel like Jell-O. The pressure building at my core, a heat raging to escape.
I’m so fucking close. My hips jerk involuntarily.
A loud knock comes from the other side of the door. “HEY! Let me in! I need to pee,” a high-pitched voice complains.
Cindel doesn’t falter, in fact she must feel challenged.
Popping off ahead of licking me from tip to base with that talented tongue of hers.
All at once she takes me back into her mouth.
I am so deep, her nose scrunches against my groin.
Fuck! Running my fingers through her hair, I draw her back to search those watery arctic eyes, causing a strained breathy noise to escape my chest.
My willpower falters as I initiate fucking her mouth with abandon. She takes me beautifully. Gargled moans break the silence, as I move at a punishing pace. At last, the coil releases; I come apart, unloading down her throat; she stays right there with me. Taking every drop I give her.
Those eyes… they gaze up at me with a hunger I knew only I could satiate. She leans back on her heels, as she takes her bottom lip into her mouth.
I help her to stand, wanting so desperately to rip off this mask and take those soft, pillowy lips into my mouth. Knowing who I am before she even learns who she really is could be disastrous.
I tuck myself away while she fixes the smeared eyeliner from the corners of her once tear-filled eyes.
The impatient gal outside continues to bang and holler, as I lazily pull Cindel’s shirt back on and button her up, much more conservatively than before.
With her suspenders and hat in place, she appears put together and ready to exit our temporary haven.
She hasn’t said much, mostly because her mouth was busy doing other things, but she studies me before stepping forward.
Her hands explore my torso. Moving from zippers to clasps, even trying out one of the pockets on my gear.
She’s like a cat discovering that not only can they lounge on the couch, but they can scratch at it too.
Eventually her exploration moves upward.
She attempts to take hold of the goggles hiding my face, but I pull back, just out of her reach. I shake my head.
“Will I ever get to see you without the mask?” She asks tentatively.
Eventually, just not today. I nod because that's all I’m able to do right now. Unlocking the bathroom door, the nuisance nearly falls inside.
“About time!” The woman dressed as a slutty cowgirl pushes past us, diving into the nearest stall and proceeds to relieve herself, without even shutting the privacy gate.
I wish I could stay. I’d take her home and hold her in my bed till the sun rose, but we can’t. Shit. I don’t know if she’d ever want that.
We part ways, I head out the back door of the bar, and she goes back to work like nothing ever happened. Was this anything more than lust?
Back at my place, I pulled up the camera feed on my surveillance monitors from The Black Sheep.
Watching my girl until I know she is home, was a nightly routine at this point.
I spot her instantly on one of the cameras.
I swear to fucking god, if someone ogles her nipples through that white shirt, I was going to remove their eyes with a cocktail fork.
Lucky for me, more scantily dressed women were on the menu to keep their attention.
Cindel still has the little earbud in, and the shirt buttoned up to the top, as I left her. Good girl.
I try to busy myself with anything that wouldn’t cause me to go straight back there.
Settling on hanging new wall decor in my room; then, moving onto answering a unread emails, and eventually attempting to read.
I can’t help but be distracted by her as the bar party rages late into the night.
My sweet princess sneaks fun-sized candy bars, instead of the offered shots, while the rest of the crowd happily knocks them back.
The candy was more for her anyhow. Her commitment to sobriety shakes my foundation, making me question everything I’ve worked toward.
Discipline knows no bounds when it comes to the ones we care about.
I’m transfixed on the way she glides through the bar, making sure customers are happy and watered.
I suddenly realized something as I watched her, pulling out my phone; I send her a message.
Live footage displays Cindel removing her device from a deep pocket.
Her head shakes. Then she puts the phone back.
I would willingly cut off pieces of myself each day, if it meant seeing that smile. Even for just a moment.
She finishes off the eventful night with her team’s help.
Cindel really is a natural within this manager position.
Changing into something less obvious, I opt for a black hoodie and jeans, then head out with just enough time to tail my better half as she walks home.
I will never let her leave my sight again.
I’m thrilled when my phone vibrates; Cindel is just a block ahead of me.
Princess: You really didn’t know I was dressed as a gangster?
She finally responds to my earlier message. When I remembered her favorite show was The Sopranos, I realized what she was aiming for.
Pawn: Not like any gangster I’ve ever seen.
I add a winky face to the end of the message, because I do love to get her worked up.