Forbidden Spice

1

Meeting at The Oasis for drinks and dinner, my bestie, Rae, and I grab the last two stools at the bar. I hop onto one and slip my purse on the hook underneath the bar.

“What’s it going to be, ladies?” A man with graying chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and a goatee comes up to us.

“I’ll have a white wine spritzer, thank you.” I smile and glance past the bartender. A towering hot-as-fuck young man strides toward us. He stops and lifts the tub he’s carrying. His muscular arms flex, and his veins become more defined as he dumps the ice overtop of the beer bottles in a built-in bar top cooler. He turns and gazes my way.

Licking my lips, I quiver as his big, blue eyes catch mine and I can’t move. I grab the bar; my breasts rise and nearly pop out of the V-neck tank top I’m wearing as I lean forward. The corners of his lips turn upward, and he winks at me. My toes curl as I cross my legs tight and let out a sigh, imagining his strong arms lifting me onto his firm body.

Rae bumps me hard, and I nearly fall from the stool.

“Blaire. Did you hear me?” Shaking my head, I turn my attention to her.

“Oh, sorry. What did you ask?” From my peripheral vision, the mesmerizing barback brings another tub of ice from behind the silver double doors. He walks much slower this time, then comes close to where we sit after he finishes.

“I asked when do your classes start back up?” Rae sips her glass of wine and snaps her fingers in my face. “Blaire!”

Blinking quickly, I try to keep my focus on Rae. I physically turn my body to face her and rest my arm on the bar.

“Um, classes begin in two weeks. I have a ton of preparing to do.” I raise my voice to get over the buzz of the bar. I turn when a body shoves into me. I’m wondering if there’s a private party going on here tonight. There’s always a decent number of people here on Friday nights, but it’s never been this crowded or noisy before. I grab the bar and try to scoot my stool closer to Rae. Once settled again, I rest my arm back on the bar and sit facing her.

A hand grazes mine, sending jolts of electricity through me. I turn my head. It’s him, the drop-dead-gorgeous barback with steel blue eyes, a nice thin scruff along his square jawline.

He slides his hand along the bar as he cleans it with a rag, touching mine again.

My core clenches as my eyes trail after the stunning stranger.

He jogs toward the double silver doors. Turning before he goes through them; he winks at me again. He must be six-foot-two, maybe taller. His brown hair is cut close to his head.

“Mmm, mmm,” I moan, and Rae smacks me.

“What?” I jam my eyes shut.

“Blaire, who are you eyeing?” She turns and looks behind the bar, then scans the sea of people in the restaurant area.

“I don’t see anyone worth all your attention.” She spins back to me and finishes her drink.

“Let’s get a table and have dinner.” Before I can object, she hops off her stool and walks toward the host’s stand.

I gather my purse and pour my wine spritzer down my throat.

“I’ll take your glass,” the hottie barback says as he stands in front of me. His smooth voice melts me.

“Thanks.” I smile and hand him my glass.

His fingers brush mine. His fuck-me eyes fall to my large cleavage, and he grins sinfully. His steel blues sparkle when he lifts them to meet mine, then he tilts his head toward the short hallway where I know the restrooms are located.

I blink slowly as my mouth forms a mischievous grin. I’m drenched and aching to be fucked. It’s been over a year since I’ve had a man between my legs. I divorced my husband, Preston, after our eighteen-year marriage just ran out of gas. We both wanted out. He’s a wonderful father to our young daughter, but he bored the absolute fuck out of me.

While I wait on Rae to return, I turn my attention to him, the most delicious man I’ve seen in a long time.

“Um…” I scan his tight polo searching for a name tag. Not seeing one, I ask, “And who are you?”

“Jaden.” He drags a finger across my hand, making me quiver. He leans closer to me; his lips meet the rim of my ear. His velvety voice asks, “Who are you, sexy?”

Clutching the bar firmer to stop myself from sliding off my stool, I say, “I’m Blaire.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Blaire. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He picks up my hand and gently stretches my arm across the bar. Standing tall, he locks our fingers together.

A bubble forms around us. It’s as if we’re the only ones in the entire establishment. I don’t hear loud voices. I don’t hear the music; I only hear Jaden. He caresses the back of my hand with his other one. My heart races. My panties are wet.

Staring into his amazingly charming eyes, I ask, “How long have you worked here?”

“Since I graduated high school. How long have you and your friend been coming in?” He leans on the bar again, still holding my hand, and I get a nice whiff of him. Clean and spicy.

“Oh, we come in twice a month or so. Depends on what we want for dinner.” I lean in closer on the bar, narrowing the space between us. Fuck, he smells so good.

“I’ve not seen you here before tonight. I’d never forget seeing a stunningly beautiful woman like you.” His free hand moves gently up my bare arm to my shoulder, squeezing it.

Warmth travels through me, waves of pure ecstasy gush over me. My god, I need this gorgeous man inside me tonight. My blood rushes to my cheeks and I bow my head, breaking eye contact.

He glides his hand along my collarbone, up my neck, then his fingers touch my chin as he tilts my head back up, capturing me in his aura again. I draw in a deep breath, pushing my cleavage higher. His gaze drops to my chest again, and he licks his lips.

“You’re quite a charmer, Jaden. I like you.” I squeeze his hand.

“Maybe you can join me later for a drink.” I smile, slipping my tongue out, wetting my lips.

“I’d love to, Blaire.” He releases my hand and reaches toward my face. Caressing my cheek, he tucks a wayward strand of my hair behind my ear, then rests his warm, soft palm on the nape of my neck.

I’m about to fucking faint at his touches. How does this young man know how to touch me so perfectly? Our eyes meet again, we’re so close we could kiss, but someone bumps into my stool and nearly knocks me off it. I grab the bar to keep from falling. He quickly comes from behind the bar and stands beside me. Looking up at this towering, perfect young man, I breathe rapidly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, swallowing my shoulder with his hand.

“I am, thank you. You’re so sweet to be concerned.” I smile and pat his hand as it lingers on me.

He looks around as if to locate the person who bumped me so hard, then turns back to me.

“It’s really packed in here tonight. Some people just don’t give a fuck. Be careful, okay?” He steps even closer; his body heat encompasses me.

Placing my hand on his bicep, I say, “I will, promise.” I wink and bite my lip.

“Jaden, table ten needs cleared,” the man who served our drinks bellows.

Jaden waves, then looks down at me.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says, his voice rising as if asking me.

My head nods and I blink slowly.

He brushes my cheek, then turns and walks toward the double doors and disappears from my sight.

Rae grabs my arm, yanking me from the stool, and drags me to our table.

“Rae, slow down. What’s the rush?” I ask, steading myself.

At our table, she sits and opens the menu.

“What looks good?” she asks.

“Him,” I whisper too loud.

“Who?” She wiggles the menu, her eyes dart around the vast room.

“No one.” I let out a laugh.

“I was thinking out loud.” I catch a glimpse of my soon-to-be fuck partner walking into the hallway.

Laying my menu down, I tug on Rae’s and say, “Hey, I’ve got to use the restroom. Order me something light and another wine spritzer, thanks.” I smile at her and stand. Turning away from our table, I step quickly toward the back of the bar.

My body erupts with more intense heat the closer I get to the restrooms. My clit throbs, knowing it’s going to get some much-needed attention from a gorgeous-as-fuck younger man. My heart pounds loudly as I enter the hallway.

“Oh,” I squeal when I’m yanked into the bathroom.

Pushing the door shut, he pins me against it, and reaches around to lock it. The click makes me feel more at ease, and I wrap my leg around him, pulling him close to me.

His lips crash onto mine. His tongue darts into my mouth, twisting with mine, and I moan into him.

I thank myself for wearing a short black skirt.

His hands slide up my legs. Cupping my hip with one, he slips the other into my lace panties. His finger glides into my pussy, and I jerk hard. It’s been a while.

“Oh dear, god.” My breasts heave as he shoves another finger into me.

His hot breath floats along my neck. He groans deeply into my collarbone.

“Damn, you’re so fucking wet, hot. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before…” His tongue licks my neck, then he says my name, “Blaire.”

His glorious steel-blue eyes grab me, and I say, “It’s nice to fuck you, Jaden.” A sinful grin fills my face. I grab his ass and pull him closer. His long, hard cock begs to be freed from his beige cargo shorts.

“It’s nice to fuck you, too.” His head falls back, and he laughs.

I buck my hips into him and ask, “So, when are you going to?”

Pulling his fingers out of me, he drags each one slowly over his tongue.

“Mmm, Blaire. You are delicious.”

I can’t hold back any longer. My pussy clenches. It aches. I need Jaden to fuck me and fuck me hard. I rip off my tank top as he strips his shorts down his long, muscular legs. His thick dick needs relieved of its pressure, so I turn my back to him and push my ass toward him.

“Take me.”

“My pleasure.”

Spreading my legs wide, I wait. He rubs my clit with his long length, and I press my head against the door before I faint. He grabs my hips tightly.

Splaying my hands on the door, I brace for his penetration. I push back as he shoves in, and we smack together over and over, “Jesus, God. Oh, fuck,” I moan.

Releasing one hand from my hip, he reaches around me and rubs my swollen clit. My legs weaken again, and he slips his arm around my waist.

“You’re awfully sensitive, Blaire.” His breath tickles my neck as he rubs me faster.

I lift my body onto my tip toes when my release hits me hard, and I come too fast.

It’s been way too long.

“Jaden, fuck me harder. I need to come again,” I pant, and he complies.

He grunts with each strong thrust into me, banging his knees against my thighs. His dick rubbing inside my pussy makes me orgasm again. I hang my head and pant out moans of passion.

“Goddamn, don’t stop. Please.”

“Woman, you’re going to break my cock. I’m coming. I’m coming!” He stiffens when he sprays his warm cum into me. We collapse against the bathroom door with him pressing into me. His bedroom eyes, as I peer over my shoulder, keep my body in high gear for him, but I have to get back to my bestie.

I caress his incredibly soft scruff along his jawline and lean back into him. He cups my chin, turning it slightly, and our lips meet. His semi-hard cock grazes my thigh when he pulls out, and I sigh.