The Bartender

Chapter 10

When I pass the night's security guy's desk, it's empty. I really wanted to ask him if Jen had come back or not, but it just had to come to me just stepping through that door and seeing it myself. The elevator can't get up fast enough and I tap my foot impatiently against the floor of the cab.

I've had these kinds of agreements with women before but this was so much more different than the others. First of all, Jen wasn't the kind of woman to get herself involved in things like these - sex with strings not attached. She was a young girl, who hadn't been with a man for a long time and was somehow afraid of even feel pleasure. Second, I knew her. I knew her well before I met her at my club. She was the same girl who Jon hired to help me out in New York. She was the same girl, who kicked me in the nuts when I accidentally touched her once. She was the same girl who told me she loved me and I couldn't reply with the same.

Years passed and I forgot about her. Jon let me go and I went. I wanted my own business and didn't want to be a slave to the others. I was good at what I did and I wanted to use it as a strong advantage. So I bought a small pub, kicked it up a notch and waited until it got popular and then sold it with an escalated price. I wanted a club. A club like Sugar Sweet and I was willing to do whatever it took.

So I exchanged places, got things running in record speed and sold pretty much everything I had. The club I have now - Finn- took every cent I had to get ready and running, but it was the best decision I ever made. I had built up a reputation as a deluxe owner and boss, who got people moving and applying for the jobs before the announcement even went in print on the local job listing sites. I got my crew and a great location and I was set for life.

I slid my keycard to the lock and stare at the light turning from red to green. My lungs hold the air until the door opens and I step in. Lights are turned off and everything seems untouched. Maybe she didn't come?
Maybe she did and freaked out before leaving?
Maybe she was in the Bedroom waiting for me?

I sense hope and throw my jacket on the back of the sofa. The only sound in my apartment is the sound of my own footsteps. It's annoying how quiet it is here.

My bedroom door is closed and excitement starts to burn down inside me. Yet, after I get a look at my master suite, the bubbling happy feeling stirs and plummets to the ground. She's not here.

I untie and loosen the upper buttons of my shirt. That's what I thought. She didn't think our agreements would work out and fled.

She must of gotten afraid and took the once chance out. My stomach rumbles and I remember that on the business dinner, I had hardly touched my food. I was too excited to eat, left alone think anything about Jen. When I make my way back to the kitchen, I hear the tap turn off and something that sounds familiar.

Jen places a coffee mug back in the cabinet and whipes her hands clean in the towel.

"Jen. " Me calling out her name makes her almost jump out of her skin.

" Jesus Marcus. That's not nice."

" So's not sitting in my apartment with all the lights out." My sarcastic remark doesn't go past her and she rolls her eyes at me.

" I couldnt find the switch. You have like thousands of buttons there on the console but I was afraid to touch them all, little scared that when I push the wrong one, a tiger or something would pop up and eat me alive."

"Thousands? There's six of them, all marked and listed. You couldnt have made a mustale when going beserc and trying to find the right one." I switch on the kitchen light and point to the console. Here, this is lights, this one here is the termostate and this one is the blind.

" Yeah yeah, point out the obvious to the stupid small city girl who doesn't know a thing about deluxe home management systems." I don't know if this is sarcasm or did my simple demostration offend her.

"Im not doing that. I would never offend you."

Her gaze follows from my untied tie to the sleeves rolled up on my arms.

"Werent you supposed to be here at 10pm?"

"I got off early. Couldn't wait to see you, Jen."

"I thought I had a bit more time to think about it." I can see the anxiety in her eyes as she shuffles her feet and sits down on the kitchen table.

"You can have as much time as you need. But I thought we agreed on this. It would be beneficial for both of us."

"Benefial as you orgasming and me doing the same?" She asks and her face turns into a frown.

"It's much more than that.," I sit down beside her, tho choosing a chair instead of the table. My hands separate her feet and pull her toward the edge. She gasps slightly but places her hands on my shoulders.

"I am putting my reputation on the line, willing to sacrifice everything I own, just to feel your body again and again. You are an amazing woman who deserves so much more than an average Joe." I tell her and she blushes.

"You're serious about this," Jen brushes her thumb against my bottom lip and then traces the line of my jaw with her nail. A shiver runs down my spine and I lean into her touch.

She's delicate, slow and gentle with her touches.

For some reason, I just crave passion and roughness tonight.

I touch her legs, run my fingers up her thighs and flatten my palms against the inner sides. Her dress is tight around her body but the lower part hangs more loosely.

"Lay back," I say and she debates herself. Her body moves, and I help her lower her back against the cold table.

"I want to taste you. " I pull the delicate fabric aside, so I can fit my mouth on her. She gasps, her hands gripping the table. I savor her taste, warmth and movements against my face.

Her back bows and legs tighten, giving me the sign that she is fully enjoying the feel and touch of mine. My lips attach to one lip and then the other, sucking gently. My groin feels incredible tight and I hate my pants immediately. I unbuckle my belt and slip my dick out. Thank God for the option of going commando. There’s that urgency, feeling timeless and taken.

I stroke myself carefully while sucking at Jen's sensitive clit. Her moans fill the room and every sound of my action makes everything enhance. She's so beautiful, riding the wave, gasping for air when I nip a sensitive part between her thigh and body. She rides, wilder and fast.

Her body is moving, uncertanly pushing more and more against my tongue. My movements are playful and hard, devouering her with my hunger.

Hunger...

This is how this feels.

It's the hunger I have for her. With every cell in my body, I crave for her. I love her body so much that my own can't feed itself any more.