Luke
I wanted to do something nice for her to show her just how proud I am of all the hard work she’s been putting in.
The neon sign I ordered for her to hang behind the bar finally came in, and the designer did a better job than I could have ever imagined.
Little embellishments of dark emerald green, to mimic the perfect shade of greenery she plans to scatter across the space, enhancing the bold script that reads “Lit and Libations.”
“They did an amazing job,” I marvel. The look in her eyes any time something arrives at the bar makes me even more glad I moved her in here, where I get to witness every single expression crossing her face.
It’s been a few weeks and today is the day Blake takes occupancy of the space.
We decided we needed to start with assembling bookshelves so they are ready to be lined with books.
Blake came over early this morning to sign for all the deliveries. She’s been ordering things like crazy in preparation for today. She’s been so excited for this day, she might have been a little ambitious in her plans.
I came a few hours later when I got off work.
If I know nothing else about my girl, it’s that she needs food, or “hanger” sets in and she’s unbearable, so I brought breakfast also knowing she’s terrible at feeding herself when she gets busy.
In just a few brief hours, all the reinforcements we called in will be here. My mom and dad, Ana and Knox, and April will be here to help unload all the book inventory onto the shelves. For now, it’s just the two of us, assembling her perfect space and bringing it to life.
“Why don’t you take a break for a few minutes and come drink some coffee and eat a bit? You’re going to need fuel, so you have enough energy to get all of this done today,” I encourage her.
“Yeah, ok, Doc,” she mocks.
“Don’t mock me, or I’ll spank your fine ass until it’s hard for you to sit,” I tease.
“Oh that doesn’t sound like the punishment you’re intending.” Her laugh is light and full of amusement.
After she finishes placing the last shelf on the case we just assembled, she stands and wipes her hands on her pant legs.
As she saunters over to the bar, the smile crossing her face as she takes in the progress we have made heats my insides.
She is so goddamn beautiful with her hair a mess in her ponytail, the beads of sweat gliding down her temple, and the gentle flush of pink on her cheeks, but the most amazing part of the package is the globes of her ass in the black leggings she is wearing.
I want to touch her, to kiss her, to take her right here on the bar, but I know she needs to eat, and if I distract her now, she will lose all interest in her food.
I sit back and watch her take tiny little nibbles off the bagel with tiny little bits of strawberry cream cheese sticking to her lower lip.
She sets down the bagel and starts taking bites of pineapple and strawberries off the fork, and my cock stirs to life.
I wait patiently until the last bite of her bagel is gone before I stand and make my way over until I’m standing right behind her.
“Pink suits you,” I praise, kissing her neck.
“What?” she asks, turning her stool until she is facing me.
Just as her face comes into full view, I bend down and kiss her lips, sure to suck the small bit of strawberry cream cheese off her bottom lip as I pull away.
“And fucking delicious,” I whisper in her ear.
“Luke, we have so much to do,” she protests as I nibble her skin and work my way from her lip to her neck to her shoulder and pull the loose fabric of her sweatshirt down, just enough to expose the skin.
“We do, but we have hours until everyone will be here, and taking breaks is essential to a positive work environment. I wouldn’t want to file a complaint that you worked me to the bone with no break,” I tease.
“Oh, well, I would hate to open with a complaint on record,” she jokes. “Wouldn’t want to work you to the bone.”
“Work me to the bone, or until I have boner? I guess it’s just semantics.” I shrug.
“Luke,” she giggles.
“Baby, nothing I am going to do to you will be safe to show on record.”
“That’s too bad,” she sighs as she stands, pulling her leggings down in one slow, sensual motion. “I guess I’ll have to erase the surveillance footage later.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I bark back at her.
I walk over and rub my hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping when I feel her pussy wet and needy.
“So fucking wet for me,” I whisper.
“Always,” her breath is ragged. “Always have been.”
“Bend over the bar and let me see your ass,” I command with passion, pushing her down over the edge of the bar.
“People walking by will see us.” She looks over her shoulder.
“Good, then there will be no question from anyone about who the hot bartender belongs to.”
“So fucking possessive,” she chuckles.
“Over you, absolutely.” I run the palm of my hand over the globes of her ass, licking my lips as I trace the motion with my gaze. I raise one hand and lower it in a firm smack right over her ass. She instantly winces.
“Luke,” she pants.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” Her response is direct. I lay one more smack across her skin, turning it the slightest shade of pink in the shape of my hand.
“I fucking told you, pink suits you,” I grit out as I unbuckle my pants and drop them to the floor, pooling around my ankles. I pull back and line myself up with her entrance, as she turns and gives me a devilish smile over her shoulder.
“Wanna have a little fun?” she asks.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, you told me you wanted me to experience how good it could feel to be promiscuous with the right person.” She pauses.
“I have a new toy I ordered with some of the indie books from . One we can use together so you can see how fun toys can be. Maybe then you won’t break them like a caveman,” she wiggles her brows.
“I was going to save it for tonight, but there’s no time like the present. ”
“What kind of toy?” I ask, raising a brow.
“Well, it’s really for both of us.” She smiles.
“What?” I ask.
She wiggles out of my grip and bends down to her purse on the floor and pulls out a box labeled ‘couple’s vibrator.’ “These two loops,” she explains, “go around you, one on your balls, and one around your shaft. This part vibrates on my clit while you fuck me.”
“You want to use a fucking toy here on the bar?”
“You just said you wanted everyone to know I belong to you. Now you’re getting stage fright?”
Without a word, I pick her up and sit her on the bar, unwrap the toy and slide it over my aching cock.
I turn on the vibration and the moan leaving my lips echoes through the mostly empty space.
After I climb on top of the bar, I line myself up with her once again.
When I slide in, the mix of sensations sends me reeling.
“Shit, this- I, oh my god, Luke,” she pants as I slide deep inside her, making sure I don’t stop until I feel my head against her cervix.
Once there, I pause, making little pulsing motions, and letting the vibration of the toy work over her clit.
I watch as her eyes roll back in her head and her breaths become shallow.
I pull her knees up and pin them to my sides with my arms as I continue making small pulsing circles with my cock, buried deep inside her. Watching her like this is the most delicious sight.
“Fuck, baby, you feel incredible.” I admire the way she shudders beneath me.
“Luke, I’ve never felt like this.”
“Soak me,” I demand. “Soak my cock, baby. Just let go.”
I roll one nipple between my teeth. The sensation sends her over the edge.
She thrashes beneath me, her moans and my name echoing off the walls of the dimly lit bar.
I watch each quake of her body, as her breaths rise and fall in rapid motion.
My balls tighten as her walls clench around me, and with a scream of my name, she does exactly what I was asking-she drenches my balls.
The sweet scent of her release fills the room.
I pick up my pace, the melody of our skin slapping and the sounds of me pumping in and out of her soaked pussy is a soundtrack I want to play on repeat, as I empty myself inside her.
I collapse on top of her, and we lay there silently until our erratic breaths fall into beat with one another, and I regain enough strength to climb off the bar.
When my feet reach the floor, I step back and take in the vision before me; Blake sweaty, hair a mess, glistening from her own arousal mixed with my own.
Her thighs and the counter are both slick, causing me to look down, and admire the mix of our arousal dripping in small beads from the head of my cock, making a tiny puddle on the floor.
“Fuck, B. This is a sight I will never get over.”
“Yeah, that was incredible.” Her words are faint, and her eyes are hooded.
I’m not sure how long I stood there thinking about her, how breathtaking she is, before we finally cleaned up our mess and made ourselves presentable.
But, I’m positive the feeling of me collapsing on top of her, sweat coating our skin and my come sliding out of her, will play on repeat in my head until we make a new memory to take its place.
We cleaned ourselves up, got rid of any evidence of the sex we just had, and ordered pizza to be delivered later. Blake wanted to make sure we had enough to feed everyone coming to help. It’s been several hours and we are assembling one of the last three bookshelves as my parents walk in.
“Oh my,” mom coos. “This is even better than I imagined,” she tells Blake as she wraps her in a tight hug.
“Thanks,” Blake responds, a smile covering every inch of her face.
“Where would you like us to start?” Dad asks, giving her a hug.
“I organized all the books by category and placed them in front of the shelves they will go on. There are so many books, I’m not sure there is a logical starting place, so just pick any shelf,” Blake directs them towards a few boxes of books.
“Holy shit, this is fucking beautiful,” Knox’s voice echoes through the small space, just as a tiny figure comes darting through the door, running straight for Blake.
“Blake, Blake, you have books!” Riker yells.
“Sorry, Knox’s mom will be here soon to pick him up,” Ana calls out, breathless, running through the door after him.
“Hey buddy,” Blake smiles, spinning Riker in circles, lathering him in kisses. “I missed you so much.”
About an hour goes by before April walks in.
When she hits the door, a soft smile crosses her face as she looks around the cozy space.
“This is great,” she tells Blake as she gives her a soft hug.
The tension between them is palpable in the dimly lit room, mirroring the cool air passing outside.
I hate how broken their relationship is right now, but appreciate the fact my sister is here for Blake despite their differences.
“Hey Ap,” I greet her, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Hi, brother, this place is amazing.” I don’t miss the distance in her gaze. I’m used to her giant hugs and bubbly energy, but it is nowhere to be found today.
“Hey, there is a place opening up around the corner offering baking classes. Wanna take one with me next week?” I ask her, knowing how much she loves baking.
“Actually,” she lets out a long exhale and I prepare for the let down, but she adds, “a baking class would be fun. I miss our date days.”
She spends several hours loading books onto shelves, making conversation with Knox and Ana, but not really directing any of her attention our way. She is obviously avoiding eye contact, as if seeing us together with her own eyes will make our relationship more real.
I can tell it bothers Blake, but baby steps are better than none at all. I know my sister, and how much she loves Blake. This will pass, she just needs time.