Cherry Flavored Breakup

I smile and turn around, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “Not at all. Where is your brother?”

           “Probably fucking Loryn as messed up as that sounds.”

           I shake my head with confusion. “Hold on, what? They…I thought she was with…I’m so damn confused.”

           She chuckles. “Loryn doesn’t stick to one man very often. And if she did, it’d be my brother when he’s around. Fun fact! They took each other’s virginity in my parent's bed while we threw a party. My parents came home. My dad found them in his bed, laughed, and closed the door. He looked my mom dead in her eyes, and I will never forget what he said; ‘Our son is going to spill baby-making gravy all over our bed. You’re washing the sheets.’ And I lost it. I roared in laughter.”

           “You’re joking!” I say, laughing with her. “And that was it?”

           She shakes her head, bringing her lips closer to mine. “No.” She says, breathing a soft minty blow of breath across my face. “He bought him condoms and put me on birth control.”

           “Interesting,” I say and glance around the mostly empty bar. “Tell me about your ex-boyfriends, now that you’re talking about the past.”

           She locks her lips to mine, sending a spiral of arousal through me and sending my cock to stiffen. Damn her! It’s the way her soft and inviting lips lock to mine. It’s the way she presses her warm body against mine. It’s the passion she gives off with her kiss. It’s the way she parts her lips, begging me to slide my tongue into her mouth. And the way she whimpers in the back of her throat drives me fucking wild.

           BUT! I might be dealing with a real-life psycho, and that is a HUGE red flag. How do I control this? How do I stop this? How do I ask her about it? I shouldn’t have sex with her until I know more. I shouldn’t even be kissing her, but then it may seem suspicious. I mean, we aren’t dating, but that doesn’t change the fact that she wants to be exclusive. I can’t…

           She peels her lips from mine. “Should we finish what we started?” She whispers into my ear. “I’m so fucking wet it wouldn’t take much, baby.”

           And I’m still full of earlier, waiting to release, and it hurts. Fuck! I can’t sleep with her!

           “Here?” I ask softly, looking around the bar. “We can’t fuck here. Don’t you think we should get to know each other a little better? Don’t get me wrong, Harper. I’m just as aroused as you are, but there is so much I’d love to learn.”

           “You see this skirt?” She asks and slowly slides my hand down her chest, to her pelvis, and under her skirt. “I hate skirts, Noah. But I wore this specifically for you. Because…”

           She slides my fingers to where her panties should be. Instead, it’s her drenched pussy, waiting for me. I’d swear I could feel it throbbing. And it’s not warm, it’s hot. She’s not kidding.

           “Okay,” I say in a surprised tone and clear my throat. “But where the hell are we supposed to finish what we started?”

           She looks around while forcing my fingers to slip into her pussy, causing her to whimper and smile a sex-drunk smile. “You have three people in this bar and one bartender. On the backside of the bar, it loops inward, a wall blocking the view back there. I’ve never been back there. What’s back there?”

           My cock is throbbing in pain from how badly I need a release. My heart pounds and my head feels fuzzy. I have fucked plenty of times. My ex has made it a point to make me suffer. But I’ve never felt this aroused before. I don’t know if it’s because I am fingering her while she presses against me, and anyone could see if they wanted. Is it the thought of getting busted that’s making me so fucking aroused?

           She exhales a shaky breath, her lips rubbing against mine. “What’s back there, sir? And can anyone see us?”

           I look around the mostly empty bar. “There is a pool table and a few booths,” I say as I look to my left. “And no. Those customers are already drunk and are on the opposite side of the bar. That side is a ghost town. But we can’t fuck in an open bar with my bartender working and customers in here. What if someone walks in and wants to play pool? We’d get busted.”

           She shrugs while her heavy eyelids make it clear, she’s overly aroused and the feel of her pussy walls trying to wrap around my fingers tells me I’m making her come right now.

           She rapidly exhales through her nose while biting hard on her bottom lip and closes her eyes. She softly whimpers while her legs squeeze tight against my hand and her come trickles down it.

           “Jesus, Harper,” I say with arousing surprise. “You’re not fucking kidding.”

           She exhales a relieved breath and smiles. “Do you want to go fuck on a pool table in an open bar?”

           I look around the mostly empty bar and see the few drunk patrons, knowing there is a good chance no one is rushing to come get drunk right now.

           I turn around and look at my bartender, Ryan. I want to tell him not to let anyone over in that direction, but I also don’t want him to know. What do I fucking do?

           I don’t know what to do, but her body is begging me to take her, and my cock is so fucking full that if I don’t come it’s not going to go down. I’ve been in this predicament once before and my cock will fight with me and stay hard.

           She slides my fingers out of her and, with both of her hands, brings them to her mouth. I swallow the massive arousal trying to pour out of me. “Harper, don’t you fucking…”

           She smiles and slips my soaked fingers into her mouth and fucking hell! My cock has never spasmed the way it just did. This girl is sucking her come off my fingers and many might find that gross, but I find it fucking wildly hot.

           In one swoop, I wrap my hand around her hand and guide her toward the other end of the bar. My cock is a ticking fucking time bomb and there is nothing I can do about it besides watch it blow within seconds of entering her.

           I smile and nod at Ryan as Harper and I reach the other side of the wall. I point toward the back of the enclosed bar. “Ryan, this is Harper. We are going to have a discussion back here. Might be a few moments.”

           Ryan nods, having no fucking clue what is about to happen. Harper spits out a laugh, and her fingers grip my hand tighter.

           No windows, no people, and the music is slightly loud. The pool table is inviting, and my cock is on the verge of busting like a damn overflowing.

           Harper releases my hand, turns me around, and pushes me against the pool table. She wastes no time sending her hands straight to my belt buckle, and within a second, my pants are dropping to my feet.

           She slowly begins lowering herself to my thick and throbbing cock, but I quickly slide my fingers underneath her chin and bring her back up. “No. One suck from your lips and I am going to come. You have me shaking I am so fucking aroused. I don’t need any help getting off. I just need you to bend over this fucking table.”

           Her soft and seductive whimpers have me roaring inside, wanting to do so many fucking bad things to her, but I can’t. We are in an open bar with people inside and are on a limited time.

           She leans in, sending her hot lips to mine and my cock cannot control it. Precum is dripping off me and landing on my bar floor.

           “No!” I command and swing her around. “Bend over, now!”

           “Yes, sir.” She says softly and seductively.

           “Good,” I say and slide my hands up her skirt.

           She shivers as I slide my cock along the lips of her pussy. She rests her body against the pool table, and I can tell her legs want to give out and I haven’t even fucked her yet.

           My breaths are shallow but rapid as I slide into her with ease. She moans, and I am quick to send my hand to her mouth and cover it.

           “We have to be quiet,” I say and thrust into her, my cock already wanting to fucking release this pain that the build-up has caused me.

           I slide my hand away from her mouth as she takes my full cock into her. “Do you understand?”

           She nods and whimpers as I thrust again, slapping my pelvis against her ass. She gasps. “You made me come when you slid into me.”

           The sound of her fast and rapid breaths drives my already overdriven body into a state of euphoric pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt. Her pussy grips me tightly, her come soaking me.

           She moans again, and I return my hand to her mouth. “You just can’t stay quiet, can you?”

           She moans through my hand while shaking her head ‘No’. She takes me by surprise as she bites my hand, using me as a silencer to keep her moans quiet.

           I thrust faster, my pelvis colliding with her ass and making me question if the sound of our bodies slapping against each other can be heard over the music.

           I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one can see us and to verify no one is walking this way as my cock burns with a raging desire to fill her.

           My heart gallops and I don’t know if it’s because of how fucking aroused I am and gearing up to release into her or if it’s because of the thought of us getting busted by someone.

           “Harder!” She pleads through my hand. And I go harder and faster.

           Her pussy throbs, her body trembles, and her rapid breaths and moans are trying to escape through my hand.

           My cock expands, precum filling her just as much as my come would. She bites harder on my hand, turning my want to release into a need to release.

           A loud moan escapes her mouth and my hand while her pussy feels like it’s contracting around my cock, warming up and I can feel her soaking my pelvis with each slap and her come trickling down my balls.

           “Orgasm?” I ask, barely able to get the words out of my mouth. She nods while whimpering, moaning, and rapidly breathing.

           And just like that…I tilt my head back, slam my cock into her, and feel myself explode with euphoric pleasure. My come pours out so fast that my throbbing cock is moving faster than I’ve ever felt it.

           I fight to release a moan, clenching my teeth tight and rapidly breathing through my nose, hoping no one can hear her moans or the slap of my pelvis against her ass. I want to moan so fucking loudly! But I can’t!

           My cock expands, throbs, and pours a river of come into her as my heart jumps out of me and my head feels dizzy. I’ve never released this hard in my life. What is she doing to me?

           The leftover pool balls on the table can be heard as her body slides against the table, and my cock finishes filling her and her ravenous hunger.

           I don’t know if she’s crazy. I don’t know what the truth is. But sex with her is already better than it was with any other woman I’ve been with. And I can’t shake this feeling out of me. It’s a feeling only she gives me. And maybe that means I should be scared. Scared of her crazy ass if she is.

           “Better?” I question and quickly slide out of her, watching as the remaining orgasm from me drips onto my bar floor.

           She nods, releases a large exhale, and rests her body on my pool table. “How about you put that in one of your books?”