01. Having Fun, Both Ways (Mira)

The bar was crowded, as was expected on a Friday night. Leslie grabbed my hand and guided me to the back, where, miraculously, there was an empty table with four chairs. The table was full of empty bottles and half drank cocktails. I waved to the waiter, signaling to the mess on the table, and he hurried towards us, with a platter under his arm.

"Let me clean this real quick. Sorry, girls, tonight's a bit too much, I can't keep up." The boy, who must've been a college student, not older than 21, eyed Leslie nervously. "What will you want, ladies?"

We ordered two beers and some sweet potato fries. Once he had cleaned our table and left with our order, I turned to look at my friend, "do you know him?"

"What do you mean? Here's the guy that works here, he's been serving us drinks since forever," she moved her eyes to the bar and back to me, her hand scratching her neck.

"Bullshit." Leslie rose her eyebrows at my accusation. "He's been working here for, like, two weeks."

"Just two weeks?" Leslie's hand was around her neck, as if she was trying to cover something.

"Oh my God!" Realization hit me like a truck. "Oh my fucking God! You little bitch! He's a child!"

"So what? He's almost 22, it's legal, and not that weird, we're 28, for fuck's sake, Mira. It's not like I'm an old fat bastard trying to seduce a little girl from the computer on my basement."

"Fair point." I said, nodding. "How was it? How many times? I want to know everything!"

"Shh, he's coming."

"That's what she said," I laughed, and Leslie hit me with her elbow, but she was laughing, too.

"Here we go, ladies, the best beer in town just for you two," said the boy, with a foolish smile on his face. "Enjoy, and call me if you need anything else."

"So you have his number," I said casually, reaching out for a fry.

"What? No!" Leslie moved nervously in her seat when I looked at her sideways, "okay, yes, I do."

"You're fucked," I ate the fry and took a gulp of beer, "I thought we said no attachments, this year. I feel betrayed."

"It's nothing serious."

"Does he know about that?" I said, pointing to the bar with a fry.

Leslie rushed to lower my hand, "can you not? He'll see we're talking about him."

"Girl, he already knows that. By the way, what's his name? I don't want to refer to him like 'the child'".

Leslie rolled her eyes "Ashton, okay? Do you want to know his blood type, too?"

I raised my hands defensively, "it's just a name, Les, jeesh."

"Sorry, you're right," she took her beer and drank.

"It's more serious than you admit, isn't it?" I lowered my tone and put my hand on her arm, to make her see I was talking seriously, "hey, Les, if you like him that's fine, I'm happy for you." She looked at me and smiled a little smile.

"I do like him, and I think he likes me too."

"Please, that boy adores you. Literally. Like a goddess. The way he looks at you?" I raised an eyebrow, "I don't know what you did to him, but you changed his brain chemistry, for sure." We both laughed. "Now, seriously, I'm really happy for you," I reached to her and we hugged.

"Thanks, I didn't know how to tell you. I was scared you'd overreact."

"Like I just did? Yeah, no. Never worry about that. You know me, I'm the chilliest person on earth." I waved a hand and we both laughed again.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt this cute little moment, but," I looked up to the unfamiliar voice. Two men were standing in front of us, the one talking bent over and put his hands on the table, "where the fuck are our drinks?"

"Hey, sorry, but," I crossed my arms and leaned back on the chair, "who the fuck are you?"

"The owner of the table. Now, answer me, pretty please," he smiled a fake smile, and let his head fall to the side.

"Sorry, we didn't know you had the table, it was empty when we got here, so we assumed it was free. We asked the waiter to clean the table. Sorry, again. We can pay for your drinks if you want," that was Leslie at her finest, nice and friendly, always great at making peace. We couldn't be more different if we tried.

"Oh, we do want," the man sat down beside me, and his silent friend followed.

"Oh, yes, please, sit down," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Got a problem?" The man rested his head on his huge hand and looked at me, rising his eyebrows.

"I have many, right now."

"I'm sure I can fix at least a couple of them," his eyes moving down.

I closed my eyes very slowly and turned to Leslie. I mouthed "can we leave?", she nodded and we raised, picking our purses.

"Hey, where are you going? You still need to pay for our drinks," said the silent companion.

"Don't worry, we'll do that on our way out," I lied.

"Yeah, I don't believe you," the broad shouldered man stood up, towering over me, "let me come with you and make sure you pay your debt."

"Whatever," I turned around, grabbed Leslie's arm and moved towards the bar.

When we reached the crowded counter Leslie got closer to me, "I have to go to the bathroom real quick, do you want to come with, or you're okay with being alone with that ape?"

"I'll be fine, I won't move." I squeezed her hand and let go of her.

"Be right back," she smiled and left.

"You're even hotter from behind," he whispered in my ear, his voice so low it felt like a growl over my skin, "I can think of a couple of things I would do to this little black dress of yours," his words filled my mind with images, igniting a fire inside me.

"You bark a lot and don't bite," I turned around fast, and was received with his broad chest inches from me, he was closer than I expected.

He lowered his face to my ear while I stood as still as a mannequin, "I do bite sometimes."

"I'd like to see that," I said sarcastically.

He put my hair behind my ear with a finger, "I'm sure you would," and bit the tip of my ear. That sent a shiver down my spine and soft moan escaped my mouth. "Yeah, you would definitely enjoy my biting," he laughed and took a step back.

"Like I said, all talk," I turned back to the bar and called for the barman, "what do you want?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Sex on the beach," a low laugh escaped him.

"You heard him, two," I ordered, "and two bottles of water. Thanks." The guy on the counter nodded and left.

"I thought you asked what I wanted, not what I wanted to drink," he moved to the bar and leaned on his elbow.

"You knew exactly what I was asking."

"Still," his blue eyes were fixed on my lips.

I took a long breath, "your friend must be missing you."

"Oh, he'll be fine," he waved a hand, "another friend will be here soon and he knows where our table is."

"I see."

"Do you...?" his voice low, again.

"Do I, what?" I looked at him.

"You know..." he leaned closer, "want to prove my theory."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I removed the strand of hair from behind my ear. The barman left the cocktails and the bottles on the counter, and I paid.

"Mmhmm," he straightened up and took the cocktails, leaving me alone, finally.

"Hey, girl," Leslie was struggling to get to me, "I found Ash on my way here and he said his shift is almost over, I told him we could wait a bit and he could drive us to your place?" Her eyes shone with excitement.

"Actually, I'm exhausted. These heels are killing me, and I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Do you mind if I leave now? Will Ash keep an eye out on you until he's done?" I didn't want to third wheel, not tonight.

Her smile didn't falter, "sure, I'll wait here, it's just fifteen minutes, anyway," I passed her the bottle of water and hugged her, "let me know when you get home."

"Of course. And you enjoy the night. Love you."

"Love you!"

Moving to the door, I put my bottle in my purse and grabbed my phone, "Are you home tonight?" I texted Liam.

"Prolly not until late, got plans"

"Cool, enjoy"

"Thx!"

I called an Uber and pocketed my phone.

"Going somewhere?" That voice again.

"Home," I said, dryly. The outside of the bar was empty, but the noise and music from inside spilled out. The night turned cold, I hugged my arms around me and hated myself for not bringing a coat.

A moment later, a heavy leathery jacket covered my shoulders, "as much as I love the view, it would be a shame to let you die of cold."

"So gentlemanly," I said, sarcastically, "thanks," honestly this time, and I turned to look at him. He shrugged it off.

"Now, I have to wait until you're in the cab, I have to make sure you return my jacket."

"What a penance."

"Like you can't imagine," he laughed, and I laughed back, "I'm John, by the way. I thought lending you my jacket was private enough to introduce myself."

"Lending me your jacket is more private than what you said to me in there? Wow, you should check your priorities."

"It's my favorite jacket."

"Oh, I get it now," I said, ironically, "I'm Mira," I stretched out my hand.

"Old fashioned, I like it," he shook my hand and pulled, wrapping his other arm around my waist, "I'm still curious about my theory, though."

I had to lean my head back to look at him, "well, the night is young."

My Uber arrived, but John didn't let go of me, "is that an official invitation?"

"You can wait here for the postman to deliver you a written invitation, or you can get in that fucking car with me. Your choice." I let myself go, which was rather easy, and jumped in the car, leaving the door open.

"I'm a gentleman, but I'm not stupid," he got in, "plus, you still have my jacket."

I took it off and threw it at him, "all yours now."

"Are you?" He whispered, slipping his arm around me and pulling me to his side, his other hand on my knee. His skin scalding hot on mine.

"You wish," my voice trembling.

"I do," he said on my neck, "but I'll wait until we're alone," he bit the soft spot under my ear and I left out a ragged breath, he lowered his voice even more when he said "I want to hear you scream."

I closed my eyes and clenched my legs tight. My mind already full of thoughts.

He left his hand on my knee the whole ride, drawing circles on the inside of my knee with his thumb, slowly driving me nuts.

When we reached my destination he got out and reached a hand to help me out of the car.

"You'll turn out to be a real gentleman," I joked.

"Where it's needed, I am."

I opened the door of the portal, the lights of the hall turning on, and he rushed to call the elevator.

"How do you know we'll need the elevator?"

"I don't, I just assumed. And I love riding on elevators," a mischievous grin on his lips.

The doors opened and he let me in first. Once the doors closed he rushed to me, grabbing my legs and lifting me up so easily. I wrapped them around his waist as he started to kiss and bite my neck, up to my earlobe, and down again. Soft moans escaping from me as I ran my fingers through his thick blond hair and his neck.

The doors of the elevator opened again and we stopped, but he didn't let me down.

"We should click the floor."

"Which one?"

"Eighth," he grabbed my waist with one arm and reached the other to click the number. So effortlessly.

"So fucking hot," I thought.

"Yeah," he said, his eyes half closed.

"Shit, did I say that out loud?"

"You did, and I feel flattered," I kissed him with hunger, pulling at his hair, pressing my chest against his, moving my hips, his hands grabbing my butt, feeling his bulge growing in his jeans.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened.

"Don't put me down, move to the door on your left," I said, still grabbing his hair with one hand and fishing the keys in my purse with the other. He did as I ordered, and I managed to open the door to my flat, still wrapped around his waist.

"Now, where?" He eyed the dark hallway.

"Last door on your right."

He walked effortlessly to my bedroom, opened the door with one hand and closed it back again. All of it while kissing, pulling and rubbing. The light of the street spilled in, giving the room a dark sensual aura. He found the bed and laid me gently.

"Are we alone?" He whispered.

"Completely." I said, in a normal volume.

"Good," he stood up and took off his jacket, pulled the T-shirt over his head, letting it fall on the floor, and leaned over me, "you're so fucking hot, I can't think straight."

"Let's start with those couple of things you wanted to do to my little black dress."

He took a strap of the dress and pulled it down, slowly, kissing my shoulder, and repeated it with the other side. He moved over my chest, kissing all the way to the middle, then to one boob, over the thin fabric of the dress he bit my nipple, making it hard, playing with it, and then the other. My breathing was fast, and I arched my back to meet his mouth.

He moved lower, kissing all the way down to my waist. He knelt and placed one hand on my knee, bending it and opening my legs, raising the skirt of dress with the other. He leaned forward and kissed my bare hips. His hand moved up my thigh and his thumb lingered over my thong.

"You're so wet," his breath over my skin was hot.

"Come on," I urged him, moving my hips to feel his thumb rubbing me.

"Not so fast," he withdrew his hand, bent down and bit my inner thigh softly. I shivered and moaned. "The night is young, remember?" He bit again, making my insides clench.

"Please," I whispered.

"What did you say?" He bit my other thigh.

"Ah! Please, just fuck me," I said, out loud.

"Let me enjoy the moment a bit longer," he raised the dress even further, I sat down and he pulled it off completely, leaving me naked except for my thong.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I suddenly felt self-conscious and raised my arm to cover my chest. John took both my wrists and lifted them over my head, pinning me down on the bed, his blue eyes filled with fire. He kissed me, one hand still holding my hands, and the other moved to my chest, over one of my boobs, and he started playing with my nipple. I moaned in his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist, as hard as I could.

When he finally let go of my hands I rushed to unfasten his belt and roll down his zipper. He stood up, took one of my feet in his hands and took off the high heel, slowly, and did the same with the other, then he took his jeans off. The bulge on his pants was huge, and a small stain let me know he was already spilling pre-cum.

"Take those off," I said, my eyes fixed on his crotch. He slowly pushed the pants down, letting them get caught on his cock for a second before it jumped out, and his pants fell to the floor. His cock stood up like a pole, already twitching, "fuck, you're big."

He grabbed my knees and pulled me to the edge of the bed, he knelt down on the floor, his eyes level with my groin. He hooked the straps of my thong and pulled them up gently, making it get between my folds. I left out a soft moan and let my head fall on the bed. With his teeth he brushed my protruding clit, biting it through the cloth. I groaned and moved my right foot to his shoulder, opening my legs further.

"Ah... I knew you'd love the biting," oh-so-slowly, he pulled my thong down, making me feel every single movement, how it unglued from my folds, how wet I was, "I could come just by looking at you."

I reclined on my elbows and saw him stroking his cock, looking at my bare pussy, "hey, I want some of that, too."

He raised his eyes, meeting mine, moved up between my legs and over my body, his hard cock resting on my clit, rubbing it slowly. His mouth on mine, we both breathed raggedly the same air for some seconds, until I whispered, "fuck me already."

Hell broke loose in his eyes, he took my knee to his chest with one hand, and with the other guided his big hard cock to my entrance, and with one big thrust he entered me. A high pitched scream erupted from my throat as he groaned low. Slowly he retreated, his cock covered in my juices, and entered me as slowly. My head fell on the bed, my eyes rolled back and I moaned, loudly. He repeated the motion a couple of times, both of us groaning.

"Youfeel... sofuckinggood," he said, between thrusts, his rhythm increasing. I left my leg fall over his shoulder so he could enter me completely, feeling his balls against my ass, "yourpussy... isamazing."

"You're... so... big... oh... fuck... me... harder!" And he did. I put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, keeping up with his pounding, moaning loudly. He stoop up, his cock still inside me, grabbed my butt, and started moving me up and down. My nails tore skin, adding to his pleasure. And he bit my neck, adding to mine.

"Oh... fuck... yeah... that... feels... amazing," I couldn't keep my moans to myself.

"Let... me... hear... you... scream," he put me down, turned me around and pressed me against the wall. He grabbed my hips and slipped inside of me, a cry escaping from me. In this position I could feel his cock even better. He started to pound inside of me, faster than before, one hand grabbed a nipple and the other moved to my belly, down my center, over my swollen clit. My nails scratched the wall, and I kept groaning out loud, not caring about the neighbors.

"Fuck... John... fuckme... I'm... ohmyGod... I'm... almost..."

"Yes... cumformebaby," his fingers doing magic on my nipple and my clit, his hard cock riding me fast, I couldn't handle it. My whole body started to shake, my knees failing me, I screamed as the greatest orgasm I'd ever had took over my body and my mind. I saw stars, and my body completely gave up when I stared to squirt. John kept me up with one arm around me, while his other hand still played with my clit, making me squirt over and over, my body spasming.

"Ooooh... my fuuucking... Goood!" Even my voice trembled.

"You're fucking incredible," his cock was still hard inside of me, and once I regained control of my body, I started rocking my hips. I wanted him to come too, "you'll drive me insane."

"Cum for me, baby," I repeated his words, moving my hips faster, him meeting my rhythm, one hand on my hip and the other still on my clit. I moved my hand to his neck and we kissed, I bit his lip and he came, hard, inside me, moaning in my mouth, pounding once, twice, three times, while pressing on my clit. I climaxed again, softly this time, clenching my insides around him.

"You're amazing," he whispered, withdrawing his cock from inside of me with a wet noise, kissing my shoulder.

"That was fucking crazy," I said, resting my head on the wall, my body still shivering. John turned me around, cupped my face and kissed me deeply.

"I never thought I'd have the greatest fuck of my life with a girl from a bar."

"You're the luckiest man alive," I put a finger on his chest.

"I know," he kissed me, "I'd love to repeat it again soon."

"You know where to find me."

"In my table."

"On it, too. Whenever you want," I smiled mischievously. His eyes on fire.

"I would love that," he said, and kissed me again.

"You can sleep here if you want," I moved to the bed and laid down.

"That sounds good," he laid beside me, "would it be weird if I hugged you?"

"You just made me come all over my floorboards, nothing can get weirder than that."

"Right, uhh, should we clean that?"

"Nuh-uh," I said, stroking a finger over his lips, "I have the whole Saturday to do that," and we kissed. He hugged me, I rested my head on his chest and fell asleep.