One Shot Archive

Eternal 1

Human (M/F)

Giulio

A ding on the front door alerted me that someone had just walked into the cafe. "We're closed," I spoke without looking back as I swept the remaining trash in the dustpan.

"So this is your life this time around huh? Giulio's Treat, I like it." A soft feminine voice spoke.

I bit the inside of my jaw, preparing to politely turn down whomever completely dismissed the obvious closed sign and dimly lit empty store, to come in and flirt with me. It's not something I wasn't used to, being hit on at work, I mean I opened up a cafe within walking distance from a college, coffee was like crack to these kids, and it didn't help that the majority of my employees were college students themselves, mostly female. And here I was, this 29-year-old tanned Italian man with far too many tattoos running down his arms and ending at the knuckles, who could probably lay off the gym from time to time with an accent that seemed to demand attention from most Americans. I wasn't the usual cafe owner, that much was for sure. I looked more like security or a mobster.

"It's cozy," She continued.

I whipped around ready to tell her off when the words died out. I froze as if I was seeing a ghost. This woman was beyond anything I've ever seen in my entire life. Brown skin seeming to glow even under the dim lights, her slim well-structured face with pouty full lips that were now tucked between her teeth. But her body, her sexy curvaceous body was what had me drooling.

She smiled at me. "I must admit, it took us a tad bit longer to find each other, but it's better late than never." She took purposeful steps towards me until she was in front of me. "Hi," She smiled brightly with a soft adorable giggle escaping her. She pushed a lock behind her ear before her face turned serious, a look of pure love and desire burning bright in those brown and golden eyes that seemed to match mine. I never met anyone with eyes that matched mine. Her hands came up to cup my face. I didn't even have time to react before she was pulling me down to her sweet, inviting lips.

The broom and dustpan were long forgotten as they fell to the ground, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer to me as if being close to each other was where we belonged. Her hands gripped my hair, her nails grazing my scalp, pulling at it triggered something in me as I backed her up into a nearby table. She braced herself back as I gripped her hips, placing her on the table before her hands were reaching for my jeans.

"Fuck," I groaned as her soft hand slipped into my boxers, wrapping around me.

Her other hand shoved my jeans and boxers down more so I was exposed to her.

Her hand moved around me faster until I was a groaning, panting mess. She squeezed harder, running her thumb over my wet tip.

I could feel myself on the verge of bursting and I wanted to die of embarrassment. I'd never in my life came so fast, hell my ex's never even made me cum. I seemed to be the only one capable of relieving myself and yet here this sexy mysterious woman is, barely ever stroking me for a measly two minutes and I'm about to blow my load.

I took that moment to break away from the kiss before I ended up fucking this gorgeous stranger on the table of my cafe. I cleared my throat before forcing myself to take a step back. "I-I'm sorry, have we met before?"

A look of disappointment and sadness washed over her before she ran a hand through her hair, looking away from me.

I groaned. "I mean, it's not every day that I get a beautiful woman storming my cafe, kissing me so passionately and almost making me cum without even telling me their name first- wait, where are you going?" I called after her, trying to pull my pants up as she made her way towards the exit.