Chapter 19

I worked at a hot spot bar in the beachy part of town, a classy joint that overflowed with energy at night, drawing in beautiful, lively people. It felt like a movie scene: constant smiles, sun-kissed skin, and colorful drinks sparkling under the soft lights. The vibe was a haven of charm and character, decked out with knick-knacks from all over the world, gifts from customers who’d left their mark.

Behind the bar, us staff hustled in a frantic rhythm, crammed into the tight space, but always busting our asses to serve everyone with a smile and quick moves. The rush was part of the magic there, every night a mix of chaos and spellbinding fun. Me, though, I was always more reserved, with a shy smile and a transparency I could never hide. My eyes gave me away before I even realized it, and the flush on my face spilled every emotion. That’s how I always got when I saw him.

He was tall, a god with short curly hair and a rogue’s face with scruffy beard, his build ripped with muscles in his arms and real man’s hands — he could have any woman he wanted. Everyone around liked him; he was friendly and helpful, a bit of a player. And me, poor girl, I lived with the certainty I’d only have him in my dreams; he was still married.

Tighter than the bar counter was the stockroom hallway, a chaotic, dimly lit space with stacked boxes and crates scattered on the floor, only wide enough for one person at a time. If two tried, they’d have to squeeze way too close. Out of courtesy, you’d normally wait for the other to pass before going, but when it was him… I couldn’t resist. I’d take any chance to share that tiny space with him.

“You know you gotta wait, right? Can’t fit two people through here.”

“Aw, I’m so scatterbrained! I always forget…”

We’d stand there, kinda stuck, trying to figure out how to get through together. My face burned with embarrassment and excitement, while I fought to keep the smile from breaking out. My whole body seemed to scream, giving away how much that moment got to me. He, always the gentleman, did his best to avoid touching, turning his face or pressing against the boxes, but that just made it all the more charming.

The tight press of our bodies made my breathing speed up, and I felt my chest pushing against his solid one. His heavy hand landed on my waist, guiding me through the narrow spot, and in that instant, everything else vanished. Our eyes met, conspiratorial, loaded with a sweet tension that wrapped around us like a secret.

The warmth of his breath hit my face, making my skin prickle. My heart raced, and my eyes nearly fluttered shut, surrendering to the fantasy of a kiss that felt so close, so inevitable. It was like the whole world conspired to stretch that moment, an eternity squeezed into seconds. The world seemed silent around us, like everything had stopped just for us two. The thick, almost tangible silence broke with his voice, deep and close:

“Like this, I might lose my mind.”

Those words burned through my skin like fire, each syllable packed with an intensity that melted me completely. His presence, his heat, his closeness… it all made me lose any control. I had to respond, say something, but my mind was a mess, words slipping away.

Maybe I mumbled something — I don’t even know what — but it was my smile that spoke for me. A rare smile, the kind from a naughty girl that almost no one could pull out of me. It came easy, like my soul had given in right then. And so, I just smiled, letting everything I felt show. He knew in that moment I was his; he could have taken me right there, but there were eyes around, it was a common path; it should happen later.

I made it to the stockroom, trying to pull myself together, his scent clinging to my clothes, the smile stuck in my eyes, and my body still holding the feel of his bulge stirring from our contact. I needed one more moment alone with him, but he was married! I’d never have the guts to invite him to my place, so I resigned myself that this moment was one-of-a-kind and would never happen again.

It was late, the bar had closed and the last customers were settling their tabs, the front staff prepping to wrap up, he could’ve already left, but he decided to stick around to help — that happened sometimes. It made me anxious thinking he might want to stay till the end to approach me again; was that it?

The lights went out and only a faint glow in the main room lit us up, a coworker said goodbye while I dragged my feet on closing the register. He walked her to the door in endless chatter, while I sweated from arousal and nerves. “Would I fuck him right there?” If my thought came true, it’d be the craziest thing in my life! A sudden wave of shame hit me as I remembered I wasn’t ready, I’d been in these clothes all day, and I bolted to the staff bathroom in the back of the place, urgent to check my situation.

When I was satisfied, I heard his voice calling me like a whisper from outside.

“Where are you?” his voice came from the stockroom.

“Here,” I yelled, heading his way, feeling through the dimness.

His accent was sweet poison, a cup I drank from with insatiable thirst, each word a promise of ruin. I followed his voice like someone chasing a hypnotic tune, until I found him, a shadow waiting under the pale light of a lone streetlamp. There was something sinful in that smile — a devil in flesh, promise of my sin and downfall.

No words were needed. Our bodies crashed together in primal urgency, the sharp smack of approach breaking the silence. The kiss was a wet clash, our tongues battling like they were claiming territory, desire, and control. His hands, restless and defiant, roamed my skin like exploring a map, and I, vulnerable and yielding, opened up to his touches, welcoming each invasion with growing fervor.

The air around us was heavy, almost touchable, the heat turning our bodies into slick surfaces of sweat. Every breath was a fight for air, while the world faded away, leaving only the sin, the desire, and the sweet hell we created together.

In a sudden move, he spun me around, the firmness of his motions stirring a mix of fear and longing. His bulge was an unspoken promise, threatening and throbbing. My lips, dry, trembled with anticipation. On instinct, I hiked up my skirt, and the rigid heat of him met my skin like a brazier. A loud moan escaped when the last barrier guarding my honor was shoved aside roughly, dragging across my skin with calculated precision.

I shook, waiting for the moment he’d plunge into me, taking me to the ecstasy that only mad desire brings. But he was cruel, using his cock like a torture tool, dragging it against me in slow, teasing strokes. Desperate, I pushed my body back against his, a silent plea for more, but his strong arms held me captive, forcing a rhythm that made our skin meet in the deepest hidden spots, like a fire that devours without hurry.

He kept me pinned, his firm hands gripping my breasts in a squeeze that teetered between pain and pleasure. Waves of shock ran through my thighs, echoing to my pussy, which throbbed in desperation, leaking an indecent wetness. The wait was torture, and every second stretched like forever. My voice, choked with anguish, begged:

“Fuck me… please!”

And he showed mercy. But even ready, the impact rocked me. In one sure thrust, I felt my flesh part for something hot, thick, and undeniably filthy. He claimed me like staking territory, stealing the air from my lungs and forcing tears to stream, burning my skin. I was filled completely, every fiber of me adjusting to the presence of that man who’d haunted my fantasies for so many nights.

A raw, primal scream tore from my lips, echoing in the emptiness around us, while the heat of his texture consumed me. I was his, and in that moment, nothing else in the world existed but us two, tangled in a dance of desire and surrender.

Inside me, he made me come alive again. Each thrust was a merciless hit, ripping uncontrolled cries from me that echoed through the empty space. My body, seized by spasms, arched in total surrender. Pleasure and pain mixed in my trembling smile, as I felt the raw, overwhelming joy of that man taking me completely.

I wanted him deeper, wanted him to become part of me. My body shoved back against his, seeking to feel him in every fiber, craving him to fill me to the limit. My core pulsed, aching for him, while our bodies moved in an uneven but gut-deep rhythm.

The climax hit like a storm. My body shook, clenched in uncontrollable spasms, as I exploded in a hoarse, primal yell, my nails digging into his skin to anchor me to reality. My pussy clamped around him, sucking him in, silently begging him not to stop, while my world crumbled in endless waves of pleasure.

He followed right after, his whole body tense like a bowstring about to snap. A deep, guttural sound escaped his lips as he filled me with his heat, each spurt of his release flooding me and sealing the bond we shared in that instant. Our bodies collapsed together, sweaty, panting, marked by the shared ecstasy.

For a few minutes, silence ruled, broken only by our ragged breaths. He stayed inside me, like that moment was forever, our skin still stuck with sweat. Finally, he slid out, leaving an emptiness that made me tremble again. Over my folds trickled the result of our animal behavior, hot and sticky. I felt embarrassed by the sensation.

We lay side by side, staring at the empty ceiling like gazing into infinity. His hand found mine, and for a brief instant, I felt the desire had given way to something deeper, something that might be even more dangerous than the pleasure we’d just shared.