Carnal Ecstasy (5 page)

The small thermometer hit the temp he was looking for and he turned the steam knob back to off. He put the shot glasses in place and flipped the switch for the espresso to start dripping.

“What are you going to make me?”

“You like caramel?”

She grinned and his stomach did a little flip. He wasn’t sure he liked that. “Yes.”

“I’m making you a caramel latte. Very simple. Steamed milk, espresso, caramel syrup, whipped cream and caramel sauce drizzled over the top.”

“Oh wow.”

“I can see you having a bit of an addictive personality. You’re gonna really cling to things you like and want.”

“Like you?”

He’d been talking about coffee and not him, but… And he shouldn’t do or say anything to encourage that train of thought. “I suppose so.”

“That makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t it?”

“Why do you think so?”

“You hesitated before you answered. I’m no good at this, the small talk, the easy banter. I’ve not done it in years and I wasn’t really good at it then either.”

“You’re fine and I’m not at all uncomfortable. You say what you want to say. This is all about you and what you want right now.”

He shook the can of whipped cream and swirled it over the top of the milk, espresso and syrup mixture then followed the swirl pattern with the caramel sauce.

Placing the mug in front of her, he said, “Open.”

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He pointed to her mouth and she did. He aimed the nozzle of the can between her lips and pressed, filling her mouth with the sweet creaminess. She started to laugh and her eyes lit up. She closed her mouth and swallowed, grinning at him and opening up again for more.

Such simple pleasures.

“You’ve lived a sheltered life, Carrie.”

She nodded after she swallowed the second helping. “Yes. Thank you for showing me different.”

He didn’t know what to say to that so he leaned across the bar and planted a smacking kiss to her lips.

He’d lost his ever-lovin’ mind. He wasn’t supposed to care about her beyond the pleasure they could bring each other, but he found himself unable to keep from caring.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, walking around the end of the bar to take a seat on the stool next to her. He swiveled them both so they could look at one another as they talked.

“Regret what?” She took a sip of the latte and moaned deep in her throat as it went down. He knew it was all warm and silky and that she’d love it.

Dallon couldn’t keep his eyes off her legs and how high the shirt rose. He could walk up to her, spread her thighs, bent his knees… Damn, he’d had the same thought last night. His dick still thought it was a pretty good idea. “Last night. Coming here.”

“No. I regret nothing. Maybe I should, but I can’t. I wanted this. I wanted you. I knew I couldn’t keep my job, keep the life I pretended to live and still come to you. I can’t lie to them again, not like I did in college. I lost my virginity and they didn’t even know. They didn’t know I spent the night with boys when I told my housemother I was spending it studying with girlfriends. I even experimented with kissing girls and I…I found that I really liked it. I found out I love looking at porn too. I can’t lie to them like that again, but I can’t keep lying to myself either. They’d be so hurt if they knew I 35

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wasn’t who they thought I was, that I’ve not really ever been that person. Not on the inside.”

He realized then it was a good thing he wasn’t drinking anything right at that moment because he’d have spewed it everywhere. She’d said some very serious stuff he wanted to touch on, tell her it was okay to want her own life, that he’d been there in the exact position she found herself in. He wanted to touch on all that, but his male brain only settled on two things. Porn and women. “Porn? You look at porn?”

“Yes. I love it. The women are so beautiful and the men are… Should I not like it? I mean, I know what I was told growing up, but honestly, I can’t seem to help it.”

“Sure you should like it. There’s nothing wrong with it. I was just surprised is all.

We’ll talk about the girl kissing later.” Porn. His downy innocent liked porn. Maybe he should pull out some of his vintage skin mags. “What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know. I have a specialty in event planning. Maybe I can find a job at a hotel or in a restaurant. I haven’t thought that far ahead. Guess that seems irresponsible.”

“I understand. I was only curious.”

She took another sip of her coffee then another. Whipped cream collected on her upper lip and it took every ounce of his self-control not to lean forward and lick it off.

“You didn’t have sex with me.”

He grinned at the way she just threw the statement out there. “Not in the traditional way, no.”

“Do you not want to?”

Oh yeah, he wanted to. Needed to. And would. Soon. After breakfast. She’d be lucky if they made it back upstairs to his bed. Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d survive coffee before laying her out on the bar and climbing on top of her. “Yes, I do. I just wanted to play with you some first. You have a body made for sex, for lust, for a little kinkiness.”

“Why did you use the bottle?”

“Why did you like it so much?”

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She smiled. “Touché. I had just never thought about it before. I didn’t know people, you know, real people did stuff like that.”

“You didn’t seem all that shocked and you sure weren’t turned off by it.”

“It was… You’re right. I liked it. A lot. I like having something inside me. I like sex and hadn’t thought of using things like that. I’ve never used sex toys either, even though I’ve seen lots of pictures of them.”

“There are other things we can try later if you want. Believe me, you won’t look at most household items quite the same way. Of course nothing else is allowed inside your hot pussy until I’ve been in it.”

“And the pool table?”

“Liked that too, huh?”

“Yeah. It was kind of shocking, being under that big light, in the middle of a public place.”

“No one could see, no one was there.”

“But there were people playing on the table earlier in the night. They will be playing there tonight too, right?”

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Dallon knew where she was going with that line of thought and question. She was turned-on by normality, by what was right in front of her, by the thought that someone would touch where she’d been, where she’d experienced pleasure, ecstasy. “Yeah.”

“Is it wrong?”

“No. It’s not wrong. It’s something between voyeurism and exhibitionism. Some people are really turned-on by having sex or playing in places where they might be caught. Even though there was no one here last night when we were playing on the pool table, you like knowing there will be people there at some point.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“I’d take you with the bar full of people if you wanted. So yeah, it turns me on.”

And then her innocence showed itself again when she blushed, ducked her head and took another sip of her latte. When whipped cream collected on her upper lip again, he couldn’t resist reaching out and swiping it away with his finger. He presented it to her and she opened her mouth, slid her tongue on the underside, curled it just under the first knuckle and pulled it in.

Carrie was a contradiction if he’d ever met one. Damn. One minute he was thinking of her as shy and unknowing in the ways of the world, but the next minute she was a fucking seductress and teasing little sexpot.

She sucked his finger with as much throaty enthusiasm as she’d sucked his dick in the shower earlier and he was ready to explode in his jeans. Every flick of her little tongue on the pad of his finger…well, he could swear he felt it along the shaft of his cock.

He pulled free. It was time. “Get the shirt off.”

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“Now?”

“Now.” He was naked and stroking before it registered on her face. Hastily she pulled the shirt off. “Spread ’em.”

She did. Without a second of hesitation this time, she spread her legs to the sides of the barstool. He didn’t have to touch her to feel the humid heat of her pussy. “Lean back against the edge of the bar.”

He brushed the length of her sex with the head of his cock, coating it in the juices that soaked her. She wouldn’t need lube. Just like last night, she wouldn’t need anything at all, just him.

He paused then… His eyes pierced her, glanced down her body, watched her nipples harden under his stare. Hell, she was beautiful, responsive, and as much as he hated the damn things, he needed to protect her.

Beside her, he reached across the expanse of the bar and felt for the small tin can he kept beside the tap. It was full of condom packets. It was something he thought would be a good idea. He didn’t care if guys picked up guys or girls or both. He didn’t care if they had sex in the back. He just wanted them protected, taken care of so no one was hurt or in trouble in the end.

He ripped the foil with his teeth then slid the thin sheath on. “Ready, kitten?”

She leaned back again, and this time stretched out her arms and gripped the edge of the wood. She was a feast, a sight to behold. He bent slightly. “As soon as I’m in, wrap your legs around me.”

He punched his hips forward and thrust inside her. Sure enough, as he’d told her, she draped her legs around his hips. Her head dropped back, his lips latched on to her right nipple and he fucked her…fucked her hard.

Bending his knees farther, he pulled her sex closer with an arm at her back. It wasn’t long and he was holding her hips, drilling her, filling her. Every gasp he relished, every moan and groan and whimper he cherished. Her tits bounced with the onslaught.

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Her body was made for fucking, all soft and curvy and plush. Her cunt was tight, deep and so hot it singed his nerves. “Touch your clit, rub it. Make yourself come for me.”

He nipped at her chin, her shoulder, her throat. The backs of her fingers brushed his pubic hair, the tips against the shaft of his cock when he pulled out. She played with that little button, and the more she played, the harder he drove into her until he claimed her mouth in a hard, punishing kiss.

She made him lose control, made him want to keep her naked and wet and horny for as long as he could. She made him want to protect her, help her through the transitions coming in her life. He didn’t like any of it. Not one bit.

And all of that fled the second his balls pulled tight and his come exploded into the condom. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing forward and he couldn’t stop feeling the pleasure at hearing his name cross her lips when she bucked through her orgasm.

It was the only thing she said from the moment he slid inside her and it chilled him.

She was the hottest piece of ass he’d ever had and he’d be damned if he’d let anyone else have her yet.

* * * * *

“You’re pretty good with the dishes. Maybe you’d like to work here.” Dallon meant it as a joke when he thought about it, but when the words actually came out of his mouth he realized he was more than serious. About her working there, that is. He wouldn’t hire her as a dishwasher though.

“I don’t know anything about work like this.”

“You can be taught, and since I’ve already taken on the job of teaching you how to let go and be a little naughty, I can teach you how to fill drink orders, pour beer from the tap and take food out to the tables.”

She turned her head and looked at him, really looked at him until he started to squirm in the spot he stood. “You’d do that for me? Give me a job?”

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Damage done. “Yes.”

“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“Just think about it, that’s all. The offer is open, no matter what.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“Welcome. You about done with those?” He nodded in the direction of the sink and the dishes she’d already washed. He’d had enough of looking at her naked behind.

He hadn’t allowed her to put the t-shirt back on after their earlier sex session and she’d still been heated enough to comply with his request that she do the coffee dishes naked.

And he was still wondering what in the hell he’d been thinking, offering to hire her at the bar. So many things were wrong with that idea, but as he watched her, remembered touching her, ached to touch her again, he couldn’t find a single thing to regret in the offer.

“When do you want me to leave?”

Leave? “Leave?”

“Yes. I know you have work tonight and I’m sure you need some more sleep. I don’t want to be in the way.”

Dallon tried to connect the dots from the fucking a little bit ago and her doing dishes to where she came up with the idea he wanted or needed her to go, but was confused. He was forced to touch her then, to grip her hair and turn her head until he could see her pretty face. “I have no clue how you figured I would want you to leave, but you’re wrong. If you want to go, I won’t stop you.” And that was a big-ass lie. He’d tie her to the bed if he had to, but he wasn’t letting her go. “But don’t do it because you think I want you to.”

He punctuated his words with a smacking kiss to her mouth.

“Shouldn’t I go home and get a change of clothes at least?”

“If you want. I don’t mind you walking around naked.”

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She laughed and the sound wrapped its way around his chest, squeezing tight.

How many times had he made her laugh in the last eighteen hours? How often in her life before had she laughed freely and without shame?

“I don’t think your customers would like it.”

“Are you kiddin’ me? They’d do way more than like it, kitten.”

“Would you?” Her voice was every bit seductive and sweet, unpretentious. Her soapy hands slid over his chest, and damn if he wasn’t going to be fucking her again.

For one who had rarely had sex, and not in a number of years, she was an eager participant and kinky. She had desires inside that he was looking forward to exploring with her.