Chapter 3
Five weeks later, it’s another Saturday night. Cade is flat on his back on my bed, and I’m riding him hard.
We’re on his second condom, which Nell allowed because he’s such a good tipper.
He’s not a young man, but he’s either had a lot of practice or a natural aptitude because he gets hard quickly and can hold his erection for a long time.
I’m straddling his hips, using my thigh muscles to lever my body up and down at a fast tempo, occasionally rolling my hips to shift the sensations.
About half my hair has slipped out of my braid and is hanging down over my shoulders.
I’ve broken out in a sweat, and the muscles of my thighs and back are burning from the effort.
My breathing is fast and uneven, and my pussy is sore.
Really sore.
I was wet enough when we started, but the friction of his cock inside me is still a lot. But he’s obviously enjoying it, so I don’t want to make him stop.
He is, hands down, my favorite customer, and I want him to have a good time even if it’s not exactly comfortable for me.
If it gets painful, I’ll stop him for sure, but until then I’ll keep riding him as good as I can.
He took off his shirt, so I can see his chest. He’s got quite a bit of hair there, just like he does the rest of his body. He still hasn’t shaved or gotten a trim, so he’s more rumpled than ever. He arches his back slightly with a groan, his eyes fixed on me as they always are.
“Fuck, you’re the hottest thing ever.” He’s been holding on to my ass, but now he raises his hands to cup my breasts. They’re not particularly impressive, but he doesn’t appear to find them lacking. His eyes are greedy as they stare at his fingers holding them as they jiggle.
He’s been rocking his hips up in small thrusts, and now they accelerate. We’re shaking the bed, and his cock is really going at it inside me. “Faster,” he huffs. “A little faster. There you go. Now you got it. That’s so good.”
The muscles in my lower back are tightening as I try to hold the new tempo. I like his compliments. I like to please him—in a way I never have with a customer before. But I’m really getting tired now, so I hope I can hold out as long as he needs.
He slides his hands back down my bottom to grip handfuls of my ass, moving me at the same tempo but a slightly different angle. “Fuck!” His back arches again, and his face twists with pleasure. “I could fuck that hot little pussy all night long. You make me feel so good.”
I do get little clenches of pleasure down deep when he says things like that, but it’s not enough for an orgasm. His talking does help to soften me up enough for the penetration to be comfortable. I start making soft, silly grunts every time I push down on his cock.
“Yes,” he hisses, closing his eyes for a few seconds. “There you go. That’s even better. Fuck me real good. Just like that.”
For a few minutes, there’s nothing but the mingled sounds of our intensifying grunts and gasps. Every muscle in my body is aching, but my pussy is actually fluttering now.
And I want it. I want even more.
His eyes are raking up and down over me again, from my flushed face to my flying hair to my jiggling breasts to my shuddering belly to my groin. I love how he’s looking at me so much my pussy flutters again.
I roll my hips against the sensations, and Cade lets out a stretched, helpless sound. His hips start jerking wildly. “Fuck. You’re so tight now. Squeeze your pussy again.”
I do as he says, tightening my inner walls around the penetration of his cock.
He lets out another loud exclamation. “That’s it. Even tighter. Fuck, that’s so good. I’m gonna… gonna…”
My whole body is buzzing as he finally lets himself come in hard spurts of ejaculate and hard pumps of his pelvis.
His motion is so athletic I have to grab hold of his shoulders so I don’t get thrown off balance.
He’s gasping and moaning hoarsely as he works through the last of his spasms, occasionally breathing out, “Fuck, yes.”
I’m really proud of myself as I stare down at his big, relaxed body and the wash of satisfaction on his face.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he never let himself go like that before. It felt new.
For both him and me.
I hope it is. I might just be a body he fucks, but I want him to think I’m special anyway. Different from everyone else.
My pussy is pulsing like crazy now, but he’s filled the condom, and I need to pull off.
Before I can, he grabs hold of my hips again. “Wait a second. Stay right there.”
I have no idea why, but I do what he says, poised above him completely naked, my legs straddling him.
He’s still panting with effort and release, but he moves one hand toward my groin, parting my outer lips until he can find my clit. He’s still hard enough that the penetration feels full as he starts massaging my clit.
I make a squeaking sound of pleasure as my spine arches. I reach backward to clutch at his thick thighs as an orgasm rises fast.
“Now you’re feeling good,” he mutters. My eyes are closed, but I know he’s still staring at me. “That’s my girl. You need an orgasm bad, don’t you.”
I can’t speak—I almost never do during sex—but I hum out something akin to “mm-hmm.”
“I thought you did. Hold still just like that, all spread out for me, and I’ll get you there.”
Shit. He might not be the most eloquent talker, but it definitely works on me.
I’m biting back moans of pleasure as he rubs my clit with one hand and cups a breast with the other, tweaking my nipple with his thumb.
When the sensations mount higher, I get excited and start grinding against him.
“Shh, shh, shh. So eager now. But hold still for me, and it’ll get even better.”
I don’t know or care why he believes it will be better if I stay still, but he wants me to, so I do.
“Now then. That’s right. Just like that. I got you.”
He keeps pleasuring me until I can’t hold back my moans. For some reason, letting out the sounds fires me up even more, and soon the pleasure coalesces into an intense wave of release.
I make choked babbly sounds as my body shakes and spasms through wave after wave of sensation.
“Now you’re coming good. This is what you needed. Isn’t it?” He’s still rubbing me off, extending the orgasm. “There you go. Take what you need.”
I’m gasping as much as he was earlier when the pleasure finally sinks into warm satiation.
Both of us are smiling when I finally climb off him. His cock isn’t softened all the way yet, so nothing has leaked as he ties off the condom.
“Thank you,” I tell him, throwing away the condom and stretching out beside him.
My bed is very small, but we can both fit if we’re pressed up right next to each other. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs. He sounds pleased and tired, like he might be close to falling asleep. “Thank you. That was something special tonight.”
I feel like preening that all my efforts were so appreciated. “I thought so too.”
“Shit,” he says with a sigh. “Now I gotta find the energy to get my ass up outta your bed.”
“You don’t have to hurry.”
“If I doze off now, I’ll be asleep until morning, so I better not.” He’s half smiling as he sits up and drops his legs over the side of the bed. “I sure appreciate you giving me every weekend. I’d understand if you need to alternate some.”
I shrug. “We get to choose our customers. That’s one of the rules of the Pub. Some guys might complain they can’t get me on a weekend night, but they’ve got other girls who’ll fuck them instead. If you keep coming, I’ll keep picking you.”
He’s not meeting my eyes, but he looks sheepishly pleased as he pulls on his underwear.
He’s come to the Pub every Saturday and Sunday evening for five weeks, and I’ve brought him upstairs to fuck every time.
It’s chilly in the room because it’s been raining all day, but I don’t go for my clothes yet because he likes to see me naked.
I watch as he pulls on his jeans, T-shirt, and the flannel shirt he wears over it.
After he’s put on his shoes and socks, he reaches into the pack he always carries and withdraws a small bag with five apples in it.
I gasp and reach for it eagerly before I realize they might not all be for me. “Sorry,” I tell him, handing the bag back. “I’m sure I just get one.”
“You do not just get one,” he says with a frown. “They’re all for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t they be?”
“Because fruit is like gold. Maybe you should save them for yourself.”
“I don’t wanna save them for myself. I wanna give them to you.”
I feel like I should object some more since the gift is far more generous than a tip should be, but I really want those apples. There’s enough I could have one every day until next weekend. “Thank you,” I murmur, blushing as I stare down at the pretty red apples. “Where do you even find them?”
“I got my sources.”
I slant a look up at him and see he’s actually teasing me. I giggle. “What sources?”
“That’s a secret.”
I make a playfully disapproving face at him, and he gives a huff of soft amusement.
“Okay,” he says, groaning softly as he stands up. “I better get outta here before Nell comes banging on the door.”
Nell has actually been known to do that when other servers haven’t been able to get rid of their customers.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you on Saturday then?” I say, lifting my tone at the end to make it a question.
“Sure thing.” He looks like he’s about to say something else when he gets distracted by something on the windowsill.
My sketchbook, which I didn’t close after I was drawing out on the roof last night.
Without asking, he reaches down to pick it up and peer at the sketches on the open pages. “This is real good. You did this?”
“Y-yeah.”
“You’re good.”
“Thank you. I like to draw the constellations and the myths behind them.”
He flips the pages to look at more of my drawings. “You really know them.”
“My granddad used to show me the stars and teach me the constellations and all the stories.”
He takes a minute to flip page after page. He really should have asked, but I can’t summon up much resentment because he seems to appreciate my silly work so much.
“You’re almost out of pages,” he says, reaching the end.
“I know. I use front and back, but I draw every night unless it’s too cloudy, and that’s the last of the books I had before Impact. I mentioned it to Nell, and she said she’d keep an eye out. Maybe we can scavenge another one.”
“I’m sure there’s more around. That kind of thing wouldn’t get looted immediately like food and medicine.”
“I know. So I’m hoping.” I smile at him, extending my hand in a silent request to have the book back.
Cade seems to be a careful, considerate man. He’s not likely to accidentally damage it.
But still…
That book is my most treasured possession, and I’m not used to anyone looking at it or touching it.
“Okay,” he says, rubbing his beard and giving my body one more quick look. “I gotta get. See you next weekend.”
“See you.” I’m smiling as I walk him to the door and then close it after he leaves.
My back and thighs and pussy are sore. Very sore. But it was still a good night. I got a very good orgasm and five apples.
And I made Cade happy.
So I have no complaints.