The Coffee Tavern

KORIN

He's behind the counter mixing drinks, shoulder length dark brown hair, strong features, and a sexy smile. His hair pulled back into an unkempt man bun, I watch him from my favorite booth by the wall. The simple act of him making drinks has me wet. I blame the three white Russians, and the cocktail cake that I'd consumed.

A hand strays to my lap, and it takes all of my willpower to not spread my legs and rub my bud into a much needed climax. This is the fourth time that I've been here this week, and he's the reason.

My eyes move downwards to his full lips and as always, I let my fantasy take over and run wild. His mouth encasing my nub, his tongue does a few tantalizing slow laps. The front of his tongue licking upwards, and then rolling backwards over my clit.

My moan of pleasure, fuels his aggressive nature and I'm flipped onto my stomach. I'm on my knees, with my legs stretched wide, my sex's open and waiting to be filled. I'm pleasantly surprised, when the warmth of his tongue meets my clit again. A wave of pleasure courses through my core, and before I can recover from the aftershocks, his tongue enters my honeypot.

Holding on to the headboard, I slide up and down, loving the sensations his tongue's providing. Pulling me downwards I ride his face, head thrown back. Harder and harder I ride, the oncoming orgasm's intense. It's all to real....

Coming back to reality, my hand's between my legs furiously rubbing my mound. Doubling my speed, I can feel someone's eyes on me. Not caring, I continue on, my orgasm peaking. Recalling my fantasy of his tongue circling my clit, riding his tongue and face, sends my orgasm washing over me in waves.

Gripping the table, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, I try to control my breathing as the last wave flows through my body. Once again I get the sensation of being watched, and opening my eyes a set of brown eyes meets mines.

Roman. Six feet two, athletic build and all man. The intensity of his gaze causes my heart to skip a beat, and a rogue wave follows. Taking a few quick breaths, my body's relaxed and I'm able to stand. Looking in his direction again, his knowing smirk says it all.

Caught in the act, I want to be embarrassed but I'm not. Dropping a few bills on the table, I make my exit, the heat of his gaze upon my back.

ROMAN

She's been coming here for the last couple of days, I've begun to keep a close watch for her. Coming in the evenings, always wearing a skirt or dress. Tonight she's wearing a sexy black, lace skirt, and white crop top.

Sitting by herself in the same booth, I feel her eyes upon me. Allowing her time to consume a few drinks, I glance in her direction and I'm not disappointed. From my vantage point at the bar, I can see her skirt pulled up to her thighs, and her hand between her legs.

As to not draw any attention to her, I take care to not stare. Instead I settle for brief looks in between serving customers. Eyes closed, beautiful cherry lips slightly parted, imagining them wrapped around my staff, my member swells.

Shifting uncomfortably, I try to take my mind off of her deep throating my package by completing a customer's order.

"One calypso, and one espresso martini." I say, placing the drinks on the tray.

"Blow job." Says, Traci absentmindedly checking her makeup in a mirror.

"What?" I ask, momentarily taken aback.

"You forgot the "blow job." Stealing a glance in her direction before preparing the drink, she's almost finished. Quickly making the drink, I send the waitress on her way. Another look and my heart skips a beat, at the scene unfolding in front of me.

She has a tight grasp on the table, as she cums from the steady motion of her hand firmly massaging her clit. Watching her, her eyes open and she's looking directly at me. My temperatures risen and my breathing's become quick and deep, I want her, in the worst way... Little does she know, that she's the star of my fantasies.

Watching her leave, my eyes drift down to her ample ass, and my sack tightens. I want her, and so... I'll have her.

"Hey, I know that you're the owner and everything, but you can't be slacking on the job." Traci's back with a couple of orders, bringing me from my reverie.

Five feet seven, curvy, amber eyed and sexy as hell, she's been the highlight of my evenings this week. Unable to sleep, I give up on trying to force myself, and head to the shower. The cold water's a shock to my system, causing a gasp to escape my lips. Thoughts of her causes my blood to warm, and the cold water isn't as harsh.

Lathering up, images of her surrendering to her orgasm has my member instantly hard. To say that it's been awhile since my last sexual conquest, is an understatement. My hand sliding the length of my erection, images of her pleasuring herself sends a satisfying jolt through my body.

The bathroom steaming up I continue on. My thoughts are of her on her knees in front of me, worshiping my sex, taking all of me into her mouth. Her tongue circling the tip on the way out. Refilling her mouth again, she's watching me as I pump in and out.

Her beautiful eyes boring into mines, she murmurs an approval at the precum seeping onto her tongue. Several gratifying strokes, imagining her lips tightening upon entry, and relaxing upon exit, the pressure starts to build.

Quickly reaching my peak, I grab the back of her head, and push every inch in. My nut exploding down her throat, head thrown back, eyes closed, my knees buckle, as the last of my seed flows down the drain.

KORIN

His smile’s endearing… Damon, the super sexy technician from upstairs. Watching him work his magic on my computer, his long fingers tapping furiously on the keyboard, I’m standing next to his seated large frame.

I imagine them circling my clit, before entering my honeypot. His finger dripping with my wetness, dipping in and out. I’m on my desk, legs spread eagle, with his face buried between my legs. “Mmm…”

My moan captures his attention, his beautiful blue eyes watching me intently, he shifts uncomfortably. I’m mortified, and clearing my throat, I make a quick exit to the ladies room.

The throbbing between my legs has amplified, and quickly entering a stall, I waste no time raising my skirt, and going to work. Leaning back on the wall, there’s a race to cum as quickly and as hard as I can.

Rubbing furiously, my thoughts are of Roman, his strong arms, broad shoulders, and lean torso, that tapers down to… my orgasm hitting unexpectedly, I have to grab onto the door to keep from falling.

I’m crazy about this man, he’s invaded my dreams and my reality, I have to have him.

“They need to upgrade the systems anyway, it’s ridiculous the amount of money they spend on potlucks to boost the morale, when security is lacking.”

Super sexy technician fixed my computer, and soon he’ll provide a resolution to my four month abstinence from cock. Pushing the food around on my plate, I give up on trying to pretend that I'm interested in it, and drain my wine glass dry.

“Thirsty?”

“For more than just wine.”

“Me too, there’s an awesome bar not too far, from here.”

And… that just flew right over Mr. Sexy’s head. Might as well end the night with a daily “Roman” fix.

“The Coffee Tavern?”

“You’ve been there?”

“Yeah, one of my faves since I moved here.

“The owner Roman, is delish isn’t he?”

What the fuck?

My eyes widen, and my perfect posture drops along with my jaw. A glance at his flawless finger nails, too neat business casual suit, elaborately coiffed hair and I’m thoroughly miffed.

“What’s wrong?”

How did I miss it? I’m way overdue for a good stroking, it’s starting to cloud my mind.

“I’m ready for one of his famous Calypso’s.”

Glancing at his watch, he beckons the waiter over, with a twist of his wrist.

Oh my god… I’m getting laid tonight, I don’t care who it is.

Trying to enjoy my third calypso, while Damon chatters on about work, I pretend to not notice Mr. Roman eyeing me and my date. Is that jealousy that I see in his eyes?

With a shake of my head I do away with that ridiculous notion, the man can have any woman that he wants, I most certainly can’t be on his to do list.

Giving Damon my full attention, I did not just waste a leave nothing to the imagination, circulation stopper, nipples on display, if I sneeze black dress.

I’m going to have some fun tonight...

“If you could fuck any man in here, who would you choose?” I ask, discreetly slipping off my heels.

Interrupting his ranting, he has a look of indignation on his face, a manicured hand going to his chest.

“Oh don’t play prim and proper with me, anyone… who would it be?”

That sexy smirk, if he wasn’t gay I’d crawl underneath the table and suck his soul out through his dick.

“Well…” He says, lowering his voice, perfect white teeth biting down on his lip.

“I do have a soft spot for the owner.”

“What is it about him, that makes your dick hard?

Looking around conspiratorially, I offer an amused smile at his discomfort. “Anyone with eyes can see that he's attractive.”

“You're no fun...” I say, with a pout.

“Well... he's tall, sexy, and sometimes...”

“Yes?” I inquire.

“He has a well defined print.”

“And?” I goad him on.

“I can just imagine...”

“Imagine what?” I ask quietly.

“His thickness...” His eyes closing, I'm turned on as he makes his revelation.

“Invading my ass, stretching me to the limits, his dick hitting my spot, over... and over... again. My nut coming hard and fast...” Damon ends his confession with a a long intake of breath, as my foot massages his crotch. He’s instantly hard, and I'm envious that I won’t get a taste of the meaty bulge, straining against his pants.

“Soft spot huh, more like a hard-on.” I say, with a devious smirk.

His face turning a light red, empowers me, as I boldly stroke him through his pants. Feeling the intrusion of eyes upon me, I boldly turn to face the intruder.

Roman, he’s watching me with a cold hard stare, which alarms me and forces me to stop toying with Damon. Clearing his throat, he downs his drink quickly.

“And… since I can only have him in my dreams, I’ll settle for the studious sexy chocolate drop in the right corner.” He says, with a nod of his head, still playing the game.

Taking a peek at Mr. sexy in the corner, my confusion turns to anger. How dare he, stop me from having my way, wherever, or whenever I please.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?”

Slipping back into my heels, I make my way over to the sexy chocolate drop.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” He replies.

“Are you single?”

“Well aren't we plucky...”

“My friend and I were having some fun, choosing men in here that we’d like to screw, and he chose you.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, he’s the sexy blue eyed devil other there.” I say, pointing him out.

He’s watching us, and Chocolate drop waves.

“So are you game?”

“Game to screw some random guy in a bar?”

“You only live once, and… F.Y.I, besides being smoldering hot, and incredibly smart, “Information Technology” smart, he has a huge package.

“Well that’s a game changer right there.”

I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles forth at his humor.

All these beautiful faces, perfect smiles, and great sense of humors are attached to dicks that don’t want what I’m offering.

“Tell your friend…?”

“Damon.” I offer.

“Damon, that I’d love it if he would join me.”

“It’s a date then.”

Standing outside waiting on my cab, the alcohol’s still raging through my body. I have to hold onto the streetlight’s pole to steady myself.

Damon left with his new fuck buddy, and I was left without a ride. Staying later than usual, I tried to drown my sorrows in chocolate alcohol, and ended up getting a little tipsy.

“Andrew will be opening tomorrow, I’m gonna take the day off.”

I know that voice… I don’t want him to see me like this.

“Alright, have a good night.”

Departing footsteps, I relax.

“Are you all right Miss?”

Shit…

No choice but to acknowledge him, and facing him I’m captivated by his tall figure, standing too close. Recognition registers on his handsome face, and a searing heat below takes my breath.

Momentarily off balance, he steady’s me with a hand on my waist.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting on a ride.” I manage.

“I can’t leave you like this, I can wait with you.”

“My cab should be here soon.”

“Look I know that you don’t know me, but I’m Roman, the owner of the tavern.”

It's wicked dark outside, in the late hours of the night, a heartbeat's started in between my legs, and Mr. Roman's looking oh so good…

“Yeah, I know who you are, maybe your place is closer?”

I don't even make an attempt at being coy.

His light smile, and a hand on my waist again, sends an electric shock through my lower regions.

“I guess it is… but I wouldn't want to take advantage of you.”

“Believe me, you're not…”

“Direct…”

“I know what I want…” I state, laying it on thick.

The urge to touch myself is too strong, and discreetly one arm in front of the other, my index finger lightly beats in sync, with the pulsating tune.

His piercing gaze causing the tempo to temporarily go offbeat, an erratic cadence that induces a soft moan from me.

“I guess it's my place then,” He says.

I'm no stranger to splendor, but “his place” quickly sobers me up. I thought that he was just a humble small business owner, I didn't know that he was loaded.

A waterfront rural style two-story mansion, that has me gaping at the grandeur of it all. “Wow...” Is all that I can manage, as he leads me through his home.

“I'm glad that you approve.” He says, taking my hand.

“I waited up for you.” A model thin blonde descends the stairs, wearing a red negligee and heels.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, releasing my hand.

His demeanor has become harsh, and his posture rigid.

“I never moved out, and I thought that we agreed on the no company rule.” She says, eyeing me.

“We'll leave.” He says, retaking my hand in his.

“I'm sorry for Roman's poor manners, I'm Elise Francois, and you are?” She says, addressing me.

“Korin.”

“Well... Korin, you must be important, as you're the only woman that he's brought here apart from myself.”

“We just met... officially.”

“Oh... well... your first impression must have been... remarkable.”

“More like risque...” I state, with a small smile.

“Or racy...” He adds, with an alluring smirk.

His gaze rekindles the blaze below, and I become anxious. I want him in the worst way, and Miss. Muffet's the third wheel that needs to exit stage left.

ROMAN

She's with another regular patron of my bar, a man that I've never met, as he seems to be partial to the booths also. Manipulating him through his trousers, I'm livid. Feeling betrayed, a glance in my direction and her treachery comes to a halt.

No name is given as she readily extends an invitation to share my bed. I don't approve of what she has on, and I can't wait to remove it from her enticingly soft body.

Cease and desist is what comes to mind, when Elise makes an appearance, and introductions. My Ex, and I'm definitely not happy to see her. But, I can finally put a name to the woman of my fantasies... Korin.

The way that she's looking at me, a hot lust filled gaze, that causes discomfort, in a good way. We don't even say a proper farewell, as we make a quick exit back to my car.

“Wait...” I whisper, as she makes her way onto my lap. The car swerves, but I regain control of it quickly. “Concentrate on driving...”

Easier said than done, especially with the slow gyration of her hips, as her lips make their way down my neck. Both hands on the wheel, the car goes off the road, when her hands drift lower, stroking my groin.

Her fingers teasing, stroking... anticipation building, undoing my pants, is my undoing and coming to a quick stop on the side of the road, I have out of the car, and bent over the hood. Hiking up her skirt, the warmth of her essence, induces a quiver that takes my breath.

Inhaling deeply to calm myself, I pause, which forces an irritated huff from her. Her hips begin a slow rhythmic stroke, her tight walls gripping my dick. Guiding her strokes, every tug on my dick, sends a rush of orgasmic bliss through my body.

My fingers working their way through her hair, I pull her head back. Purring softly, her pace increases as I let her lead. Raining light kisses down the back of her neck, her moans deepen, and she retaliates with quick rigid strokes.

“Roman...!” She moans, breathlessly.

Inhaling sharply, the juices from her essence, drawing me quickly to a release, my attempt at regaining control falls short. Surrendering to her charms, my body stiffing from the oncoming nut, I'm numb all over. My mind's blank, it's an out-of-body experience, I'm in heaven for a few short seconds, before I'm back on earth.

I was supposed to take the day off, but I was too anxious, which led to agitation. I had to do something to keep my mind off of her.

“Hey boss, you don't trust me to handle things while you're gone?” Inquires Andrew, sarcastically.

“I just needed something to do.”

“Well go to the gym, swimming, lunch with a pretty woman, something... I got this.”

He's right, and so I end up at some posh advertising agency. A beautiful model material secretary, with a Miss. America smile, leads me into a private room.

“Would you like some champagne?”

“No, I'm fine.”

“Miss. Danvers, will be with you soon.

“Thank you.” I state, taking a seat.

I'm admiring the décor, solid dark oak, and oversized canvas works of art, when Korin enters the room.

“I'm so sorry to keep you...”

Her words dying on her lips, we're both alarmed to see each other.

“It's no problem, I didn't know that you worked here.” I state, breaking the silence.

“Would you like something to drink?” She asks, serving up two glasses.

I would now.

“Sure.”

Going to her laptop, she tinkers a bit with it, before finally looking up at me. “So what can I do for you Mr. Covington?”

She's really going to act like, I didn't make her scream my name... multiple times last night?

“I was looking for some advertising for my business, professional but casual.”

“Business Casual, for the Coffee Tavern?” She inquires, tapping away. The image of her delicate fingers stroking my dick, causes my temperature to rise.

“Yes.” I state, clearing my throat.

She's not what I imagined an advertising executive to be, I expected stiff, pompous... but she's giving me laid back, equable vibes.

“Radio, TV, print, internet?” She rattles off.

“TV and internet...”

Going to the printer, she hands me a paper. “These are the numbers for advertising slots for thirty second intervals.”

Just giving the paper a cursory peek, I hand the paper back to her. “The numbers look doable.”

“You just glanced at them.”

“I trust your judgment.”

“You don't know me.”

“I know enough...” I state, coming to my feet.

I wasn't expecting the blush, the shyness, after last night and all of the nights before, in my shop.

“To let you handle the advertising for all twelve of my companies.” I finish.

Her smile is amazing, causing her eyes to sparkle and offering my hand, she accepts it with a shake. “I'll leave my contact information with your secretary.” I state, accepting her business card.

“Sure, I'll be in touch.”

KORIN

His ex lives with him, which I don't give two hoots about, the man is a god. Taking me to his loft downtown, showering together, he licked my kitty until I came. We took advantage of the moment, is an understatement. It was one hell of a night, which I'm hoping will last me for a good month.

I was momentarily startled, to find him waiting for me inside of our conference room. I performed well, being nonchalant and pretending like images of me riding his face last night didn't have my panties slick.

His fingers brushing mine, when I provided the costs for advertising, sent an electric shock to my senses. The memory of him finger fucking me, as his tongue circled my clit, caused me to involuntarily cross my legs.

I don't think that I'm going to make it a whole month, my body's already betraying me. Leaving me, I make a break for my office, as fast as my heels would allow. Closing the door with a bang, my panties are pulled down, as I rush into my chair.

Legs parted, I pull up memories of last night. The car scene gets the juices flowing, and the bedroom act take one, commands a standing ovation.

Thoughts of his tongue forcing me to cum in his mouth, sends me over the edge, and a hand over my mouth, I cry out my orgasm. What an inconvenient moment for my boss, and a new client to walk in unannounced.

Oh my god...

“Miss. Danvers! What...”

We're all in a state of shock, and closing the door slowly, his angry eyes still on me, I can hear him apologizing to the client, before their shadows under my door disappear. I'm completely mortified, and slowly regaining my composure, I mentally prepare for the worst.

The worst doesn't take long, as I'm pulling up my panties, I get a call from the HR department. I already know what time it is... and gathering up my purse, I take one last look at my office. My home away from home for the past few months.

This isn't the first time that this has happened, and now it's time to admit that there's a problem.

Sacked, I've been job searching for four weeks, and still no offers. Staying home nursing my wounds, and taking my sorrows out on my vibrator, I suck it up, and answer a help wanted ad, for a waitress.

“You have no experience, and you're overqualified.”

“Look, I just need a job.”

“Until you find what you're actually looking for. We're looking to hire long term employees.

“Who makes a career out of waitressing?” I snap.

This asshole is getting on my nerves, but he's my last line of defense against the rent, cable, electric and water bills.

“Please, I need this job.”

“How bad do you need it?” He says, his smile making my skin crawl.

Not that bad... I'm at “Bards” another favorite haunt of mine, since I've yet to show my face in the Coffee Tavern in a month plus. How can I face him, he's the object of my addiction, and part of the reason why I'm jobless, and soon to be homeless.

“Korin?”

It's Damon, with his sexy chocolate drop, I'm glad that someone's found their happy ever after.

“Hey.”

“Wow... you look... sad.... like what the hell happened?”

I'm dressed in a not so chic dress, nylons and boots.

“Bills happened...”

Motioning for sexy drop to give him a moment, he joins me in the booth. “Oh my god... I'm so sorry. I heard about your little incident.” He whispers.

I'm so over the mortification, that I can't even react, to the news that my business is all over the building.

“Apparently there's not too many advertising jobs in little ass Mayberry.”

“Have you ever thought about starting your own business?”

“I don't have the funds for that.”

“Well, my Eric didn't have the funds either, but he got a loan, from this really good finance company.”

Taking my phone, he enters a number into it. “Give it a try, and by all means, get your shit together... because girl...” He says, leaving me with a “I can't believe that you came outside looking like that” expression.

Having a much needed giggle at his comment, and my situation, my eyes come to rest on the one and only... Mr. Roman.

He's entering the lounge with two men, sexy much travel in packs, because his companions are straight out of a GQ magazine! They scream culture and couture...

They head straight to the bar, and I make my getaway. “Korin!” Oh my freaking god... trying to pretend that I didn't hear extra loud ass Damon hollering my name, I make a fast escape to the exit.

Relieved that I'd made it outside, without being seen, I take a deep thankful breath. “Korin.” Damn...

Looking frumpy, and straight out the bed to the bar disheveled attire, I accept my fate. Slowly turning to face him, he's a sight for sore eyes, looking elegant in a simple button down shirt, slacks, and dress shoes.

“I'm sorry to bother you, but I never heard back from you, and when I called your job, they said that you no longer worked there.”

“Yeah, I decided to start my own business.”

I am so not going to tell him what really happened.

“Oh, well that's great, advertising?”

“Yeah... it's a work in progress, I haven't even chosen my name for the business yet.”

“Well, I'd love to be your first client, my offer still stands.”

“Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Yes.” He says, honoring me with an award winning smile, that has my Nancy pulsating with excitement.

In my delirium, I hug him, squeezing tightly, when I realize that I'm being inappropriate. “Oh, I'm so sorry...”

“No, you're fine.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“When should I expect to hear from you?”

“Within a few days... let me give you my number.”

Releasing his phone to me, I call my number, before returning his phone to him.

“I'll be in touch.” I state, before hugging him again.

And apologizing once more, I go home with high hopes.

ROMAN

Returning home from my morning run, I'd spent the entire night, with thoughts of her on my mind. The way that her body felt, as she hugged me, her arms around my neck, it felt right. I've yet to entertain any woman since Elise, but this one seems to have left her mark on me. Korin... I swear the woman's bewitched me.

My phone's usually ringing off the hook, with reports from managers, and checking my phone, the passcode doesn't work. Reentering it, I flip it over, and “Hello Kitty” greets me. Dammit... she has my phone.

Calling my number, she answers. “I am so sorry...” She says, as soon as she picks up.

“It's no problem, where can I meet you, I need my phone like asap.”

“I'm at home, 509 E Benton st. Apartment 34.”

“See you in thirty minutes?”

“Yeah, that's fine.”

Her home's simply decorated, no pictures of her family, it's functional, serves it's purpose. “Can I offer you a drink, or are you on the clock?”

“I set my own hours, so I can accept one.”

“I have vodka and orange juice.”

“The breakfast of champions...”

She has a beautiful smile, warm, and inviting. My eyes linger on her lips, and the memory of her on her knees, worshiping my swollen member, causes an instant reaction. Sweet agony, as my dick starts to swell.

Rattling on about her new business, my mind's on one thing, and taking a sip of my drink, does nothing to quell the urge to bend her over the counter. I want her, again... and now. “I've missed you.”

My statement interrupting her, doesn't shock her and taking a large gulp of her drink, she drops to her knees in front of me. “I've missed him too.” She says, fingering my print. Unbuckling my belt, she wets her lips in anticipation.

Freed from the confines of my pants, she immediately goes to work. Deep-throating my cock, my fingers locking in her hair, I direct her pace. Long slow strokes...

“Damn...” I manage.

Her pace increases, and not ready to give up my nut just yet, I pull her to her feet. Lifting her up onto the counter, I slide into her hot wet pussy. “Mmm...” I'm loving the way that her body fits mine, like a glove. Just right... perfect.

Her grip's amazing, causing me to pause, holding her hips still, as I try to maintain my self control. Impatient, the slow gyration of her hips, the slippery sweetness of her canal, forces my cum from me.

Tasting her full luscious lips, her soft fingers fondle my sack. “I'm not done with you just yet.” She whispers. The suspense builds, with her tongue hotly exploring mine, her teeth biting into my neck, and her nails digging into my back. Carrying her to the bedroom, I aim to make her beg for her release.

“Where have you been staying?” Elise demands, as I'm packing a few things. “I've been to the loft, and your apartment...”

“When are you moving out?” I interrupt her, as I make my way down the stairs.

“Its that Korean chick, isn't it... she's coming in between us.” She says, following me.

“Elise, I'll give you three more months, and then I'm tossing you out on your ass.” I state, leaving her at the foot of the stairs, mouth agape.

Elise... my world, my heart, and now a pain in my ass. “She was my fiancee, until I caught her with the pool guy, in our bed.”

“Ouch...” Says Korin, taking a sip of her beer.

My go to is to wine and dine them, swanky restaurants, expensive gifts, but not her, she's different. Demanding that we go to “Georgies”, a raunchy sports bar. The music's blaring, the crowd's lively, and she's turning me on in just a pair of jeans, which hug her derriere tightly, and a small tee.

“Well, I'm glad that she fucked up.” She adds, after a long swig of her drink.

Sitting next to me, I touch her thigh, and she moves my hand directly to her honeypot. The heat that greets my frisky fingers, has me lightly stroking her pearl. Rising to the occasion, she's discreetly, and briskly humping my hand.

“Later...” I murmur quietly, kissing and then gently sucking on her earlobe.

Just like her, to take it to the next level. Her lips meeting mine, her tongue licking kittenish like, before gently nipping. She's out of her seat, unable to control her need, her hands roaming my chest.

Kissing her, my fingers getting a good grip on her hair, I give it a light tug. “I said, later.” She's disappointed, and giving in, my lips lightly brush hers.

“Soon.” A small smile, before she leaves me to go to the ladies room.

“No cheating...” I say, to her departing back.

KORIN

It's been a passion filled, sex crazed, whirlwind affair. Roman's been my knight in shining armor, by letting me manage the advertising for his businesses. I'm officially on the map, with “Primo Marketing”, my business, my baby.

I'm in a situationship, with a man that I'm crazy about, a man that saved me from destitution, so... why am I sending him to voicemail? This always happens to me, I'm a runner. I run from my problems, from love, from happiness. The thought of failure, sends me running for the hills.

I'd been dodging him for days, and now hiding out in my apartment, my doorbell's ringing, and I know that it's him. I don't answer... I moved to Mayberry, because I was running from my ex. He told me that I wasn't marriage material, that something was wrong with me. He said that I had a problem with sex, an addiction.

He's right, I do have a problem... so now I just move on, drop men like hot potatoes, when they start to show signs of not being able to keep up with me. Roman's been pushing me away, by denying me. His rejections bring about feelings of inadequacy, imperfection, and counting my losses, I give him some space, before the big anticlimax. I may lose his business, but I've managed to get a couple of clients through him, from networking.

I thought that I was safe, finally venturing back into my office, when Roman shows up. I've barely put my purse away, when he enters my office. I love the way that he makes me feel, my body responding to him, but I have to remain professional, and stick to the plan, it's for the best. “What can I do for you, Mr. Covington?”

“Cut the bullshit Korin, why haven't you been answering my calls?”

“I've been busy.” I have... hiding.

“You've been avoiding me, the least that you can do, is tell me why.”

I don't know how to tell him, I don't think that I can trust him. “Are you seeing someone else?'

“No, I just needed some space.”

“Then that's all that you had to say, you didn't have to...”

He's upset, flustered... is that hurt that I see in his eyes? It's gone, as soon as it came, I highly doubt that's what it was.

“How much more space do you need?”

“I'll let you know.”

He leaves without a goodbye, see you later, nothing. Now I'm hurt, and it's my fault, my doing, but it's what has to be done.

“I love you, you know that. I never stopped loving you.” It's my ex Tyler. Seven months, and I thought that he'd forgotten about me. “I want to see you, I miss you.” It's been weeks, since Roman and I've spoken to or seen each other. I'm still trying to get over him, which is hard, as he's in my dreams, my fantasies, and every waking moment of my life. Tyler reaching out, may be what I need to get over him. I don't miss him, his sex maybe, but not him. “When?” I ask.

We'd met up at “Maxims”, dressed in a short, vintage, off the shoulder dark grey cocktail dress, and heels, my hair's swept up in a simple updo, and wouldn't you know it... W&W's hosting a small social occasion for their employees. I want to leave, but Tyler insists that we stay.

“Mrs. Danvers...”

“Thomas...” I reply, taking a sip of my third Mojito.

“Congratulations, on your little business that you got going on.”

“Thank you...” I state, already tired of him.

“It's a wonder how you were able to finagle, the Covington account away from us. It's a huge account.”

“Mr. Covington sought me out.”

“After he came to W&W...”

“I didn't steal him, he was never your client, but I'm not here to talk business. My hours are Monday through Friday, eight to five, you know where to find me.” I reply, dismissively. “Are those the hours that Mr. Covington keeps also?”

“Hey.” Says Tyler, joining us.

“Hi, I'm Thomas... Korin's former boss.” He says, offering his hand.

“And... Thomas was just leaving...” I add, stopping Tyler from accepting.

“Once again, congratulations on you new business, and your new relationship.” He says, with a sardonic smile, before leaving us.

What an ass...

“New relationship, you're seeing someone?”

“That's none of your business.”

“Just wanted to know if there was some competition, that I needed to be aware of.”

An awkward silence follows, and when I thought that the night couldn't get any worse... “Korin...” It's a quiet whisper, directly in my ear. Oh my freaking god! His deep rich baritone sends a pleasant shiver through my center, and my heart literally skips a beat. His hand on my arm possessively, I want to squeal with delight, at the heat emanating from my core, and the quivers of bliss that saturates my panties.

“Roman...” I reply, breathlessly.

The man incites explicit thoughts, and stimulating sensations. His eyes roam my body slowly, a trail of heat following in their wake. “Beautiful...” He says, after his assessment. Why does this man make me feel so vulnerable, and hot ass hell.

“I'm Tyler, and you are?”

An amazing fuck partner.

“A friend,” he answers.

“Well friend zone, we're on a date, and we'd like to get back to it.”

“Yeah sure, that's no problem...” Just a look, and I'm on the verge of jumping this man. “I'll be at the loft, in case you need me.” He says, parting with his infamous kiss on the ear, and a light lick on the lobe. Mmm.... damn! Yep... I can barely contain myself, as I'm antsy, and ready for this night to be over.

Needless to say, that it doesn't take long for Tyler to get on my damn nerves, and so I make a hasty retreat. Excusing myself to the ladies room, I stealthily steal away to my car, and floor it on out of there.

Hes waiting for me, candles lit, rose petals on the floor, leading to the bed, champagne poured. I want him, and waste no time trying to remove my dress. “No...” He says, stopping me. A spark, electricity when his lips softly meets mine. “Please...” I beg him.

“No, I want you to...”

He's watching me as I'm literally trying to rip the dress off, and take a tumble backwards onto the bed. His light laugh at my struggles, as I try to free myself from the dress that seems to be welded on, angers me. “A little help...”

Joining me on the bed , he halts my frenzied movements, restraining my arms. “Stop...” Exhaling deeply, I give in... loving his dominance, as he has me pinned to the bed. “Why is there always a rush, let me enjoy you, and you enjoy me.”

“I do... it's just...”

“Just what?” He probes.

“There's something wrong with me.”

“What?”

“I have a problem, I'm addicted to sex.”

He's quiet, and I'm mortified... trying to get out of his hold, I can't and so I turn my face from his. “Is that why you pushed me away?”

I don't know what to say, and so I remain quiet. “I'm crazy about you.” He says, releasing me. The back of his hand gently caressing my face, it's an effort to not give in, and attack. His fingers drifting temptingly lower, caress my peak of my breast, and I stifle a moan. My breathing's increased, and I close my eyes, big mistake.

The pressure of the fabric being ripped from my body, I want to straddle him, take all of his length into my pussy. Instead, I temper my need, allowing him to dominate me. His tongue, wet and warm samples my nipple, and inhaling loudly, I pounce, only to be pushed back onto the bed.

“Roman...” I moan his name, his kisses traveling lower... and lower still.... the anticipation building. His tongue teases my nub, before drinking the nectar from my flower. “Yes...” I encourage him, my fingers entwined in his hair. “You taste so good...” He whispers, drawing my orgasm, unexpectedly, and hard. My body convulsing, his tongue entering my sex, the crashing of the waves, has me screaming his name.

ROMAN

A friend.... her ex... I'd been invited to “Maxims” by Thomas, he's been persistent in trying to get my business. Korin was with her ex, and meeting to him, I knew that he wasn't any type of competition. A few whispered words, and she was at my place soon after. He beautiful frame erupting in pleasure, I drink every drop her spring offers.

My dick's hard and full to bursting, her pussy enveloping my stalk, it's a tight fit. Keeping my nut in check is a task, and I've barely gotten started. With each stroke, her body bounces off mine, holding her hips tightly, her sheath's hot and snug. It's heaven, a twist of her hips, and she's on top, riding me with hard quick strokes.

I love her pussy, gripping my rod, savage but sweet. My hand grasping her ass, she cries out her release, her moans of pleasure, forcing me to give up my cum. Our bodies calming down from our sexual climax, she clings to me. This feels right, this is where she should be, my arms around her, together we drift off to sleep.

“I love her.”

“You don't think that this is too soon?”

Nick's posted up at the bar, having a mid-day libation. “No, this woman's my... everything...”

“Are you hearing yourself, right now?”

The goal was to live a bachelor life, after Elise. Screw everything with a pretty face and a short skirt, but Korin put a stop to all of that. She's perfect, passionate, sexy, and erotic, just what I've been needing in my life. “Where's the support?” I ask.

“I'm just saying, how long have you known this woman?”

“A few months, but that's besides the point, the point is that she makes me happy.”

“So did Elise, and look at how that turned out.”

“This is different... I've invited her to Darren's wedding.”

“Sounds like you're already bagged her, no need to impress her any further.” He says, motioning for a refill.

“While we're there, we're going to visit my parents.”

“It's so.. important that you take the “we're” part out of that sentence.”

Making another Espresso Martini, I ignore him, and plopping the glass down in front of him, he immediately sets to work on emptying it. “You're opposed to her because... why?”

“You all are breaking up the group, first it was you... and thank god that, that turned out to be a shit show, and then Darren. And now, it seems like you're headed in that direction again, didn't you learn the first time, that you got bit?”

So that's what this is about... I thought that he knew her, had slept with her. The “Bro Code” is for kids, but if he'd had some type of connection with her in the past, then out of respect, I would have to let it be. “We've been friends since college, how is commitment going to stop that? Grow the hell up, and then instead of being a part of the man-whore group, you'll have earned your place in the car seat crew.” His snort of laughter's followed by a almost empty glass, raised in salute. “To the car seat crew!” He says, in good cheer.

Korin's MIA for the wedding, and with Nick and I both as the “Best Man”, we happily support our friend's transition from single to permanently partnered. “Congratulations...” Gathered together at a table outside, a band's playing as we watch couples joined together in a dance.

“Thanks, I'm glad you both approve, I thought Nick “The Tramp of Mayberry” would have a problem with it. Taking a large gulp of his drink, I clear my throat, in an attempt to cover a laugh. “Well... look who decided to show up.” Says Darren. Following his gaze, Korin's looking impressive in a cream colored, flowing pleated dress.

Nick chooses this time to have a choking fit. “You all right?” I ask, hoping that we don't need to perform, medical emergency services on him. “Yeah... that's her, the one you're practically ready to propose to?”

“Well damn... you move fast, when's the wedding?” Teases, Darren.

My attention's drawn back to her, she's searching, her eyes moving to each male in attendance. It doesn't take long for the vipers to strike, as two men make her acquaintance post haste. They're quickly pushed away, before she gives up on her search, and heads to the reception tent.

Making my way to her, her gaze connects with mine, and she smiles. “Sorry for being late, I had an emergency, that couldn't be put off.”

“It's no problem, you made it, that's what matters.”

Taking her hand, I lead her to our table. “You've met Darren...” Coming from behind me, she hands him the gift that she's carrying, and rising he embraces her. “From what I hear, there's wedding bells in the near future, sis.”

“Excuse him, he's had too much champagne.” I state, giving him a meaningful look. Kissing her hand with a devious smirk on his lips, Nick appears uncomfortable. “And this is Nick...” Who seems to be experiencing a hot flash, I know that she's gorgeous but really?

“Hi...” Her body tenses, and her hold on my hand tightens. Both of them are acting out of character. “Do you two know each other?” I ask, puzzled at their reactions to each other. “I don't know, do we?” Questions Korin, uncertain. “I think that I would have remembered, if we did.” He replies, after awhile. Well, that's a relief, I'm not prepared to let her go, and... I definitely don't want any of my friend's leftovers. I hold true to my beliefs though, ex's are off limits.

KORIN

“Are you friggin crazy, you should have told him!” In the parking lot of a supermarket, I chastise Nick, “The Whore of Babylon”. “I panicked, and you weren't any help... leading me, forcing me to lie.”

“Oh please, I didn't force you to do anything, that was all you.” I state, angrily.

“That wasn't the appropriate time nor place to tell him either.”

And I agree... Nick and I were married in Vegas, a spontaneous idea, that I readily agreed to, confusing lust with love. We'd been fuck buddies for three months, after I left Tyler. It was a wild three months, as Nick and I both share the same malady. We're both addicted to sex, and thinking that we were the perfect fit, we eloped.

I was new to Mayberry, and he was my first victim. I called it off, as soon as we made it back home, halting our plans to move in together, and break the news to his parents and friends, at a small dinner. I moved, changed my number and closed all of my social media accounts. The crazy thing about all this... we're still married. We got five more months of separation to go, before we can file for a divorce.

“Which one of us is going to break the news to him?” I ask.

“You're the one that has him on the verge of proposing...”

“What?”

“Yeah, you dumb bitch, you did it again.” He says, heatedly.

“Hold up...”

“Maybe I should tell him, save him from a major heartbreak, again.” He says, maliciously.

“Wait... I think that we should think this through, a little bit more.”

“Nah... I got this.” He says, already making a quick exit back to his car. I can only stare on helplessly, as he drives away, with a resentful scowl.

“I'm in a world of shit.” I tell Damon, as we're posted up at the slots machine. I'd taken a spontaneous vacation, and dragged him with me, the only person that I could call a friend. I'd gone back to the place of my misdeed, Vegas.

“Bitch, I'm jealous that you're riding Mr. Roman.”

“You're supposed to be comforting me, and offering support in my time of need.”

“Fine, everything's going to be okay.”

And this is why I don't have friends... “Well enjoy yourself, I'm going back to my room.”

“Girl, get yourself under control. You made a mistake, boo hoo... You're only human, and if Mr. fine as wine Roman, can't accept that, then honey... in the words of “N'Sync”, Bye... Bye... Bye... Bye... Bye...!” Damon states, with a wave, and sharing a giggle, he hugs me. “See, now that's better... Now let me get back to trying to win some money, because I'm trying to see some strippers later, and I'm going to need a few private sessions.”

I feel so much better, and three days later , I'm back in Mayberry, minus Damon. He found himself a rich rancher, eloped, and retired within forty-eight hours of our being there. Vegas is the city of dreams, or the stuff of nightmares in my case. I'd left my phone behind, and returning back, I had no missed calls, no voice or text messages. I'm confused, and then happy that Nick didn't tell him.

Enjoying a day out, I do a little shopping, run a few errands, and settle in for a night free of worries, and... wait a minute, it's been a week, and I haven't felt the need to jump on the first penis that I saw, nor the urge to pleasure myself. Happy, that my life is taking a turn for the better, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

“Oakswood Finance is on hold, they've been calling since the day you left.” Mandy, my receptionist states.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Has Mr. Covington been by?”

“No.” She says, answering the ringing phone.

Heading to my office, I get a message from Damon. “I'm living my best life, bitch! Roman... who??? Lol...” Chuckling at the image of him donning a wedding veil with overalls and boots, in the arms of his gorgeous husband, I answer the phone in good spirits. “Korin Danvers...” The response is curt and to the point. I'm to pay off my loan within a week, or they're taking me to court.

Pouring over my contract, they can call in my loan at anytime, no rhyme or reason. I'm up shit creek without a paddle. A hundred thousand dollars, I don't have that kind of money. The entire loan was used to fund advertising for my accounts, which over time would pay back the loan and earn me an income. I just got started... I'm screwed.

I hate to do it, but I need some help, and calling Roman, I get a disconnected message. Going to his loft, and then on to his apartment, no one answers. I try his mansion, and can't make it through the gates. Dejected, I go back home, and cry myself to sleep.

“I expected my best girl to be in high spirits, things didn't go so well with Roman?” Damon on speaker, inquires. “No, he pulled one of my numbers, disappearing completely.”

“Damn...”

“I know, and now my loan for the business is being called in early.”

“Double damn...”

I'm quiet, trying to call up as much patience, and self control as I can, before heading into a meeting with the owner and manager of Oakswood Finance at three. I wasn't about to take this lying down, I worked hard, and I'm not about to be treated any kind of way. “How much is it?”

“A hundred thousand...”

“Hold on...”

There's an extended pause, before he comes back. “Girl, I got you.”

“What?”

“Fifty thousand, as a thank you, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have met my hubby. The other fifty's on loan. Pay it back when you can, send me your info, we'll have it to you within the hour. “Are you serious?”

“Girl, send the information, bye!”

In disbelief, I plop down onto my couch, somewhere there's a angel sending good fortune my way. Coming out of my stupor just as quickly, I waste no time sending Damon, my account information.

Waiting in a large room, at Oakswood Financial, the manager's working away at his computer, as I'm inspecting a piece of artwork. The owner spared no expenses on the décor. I would be nervous, but I'm elated, that I have all of their money. If they call the loan in early, all the interest is cleared. So I'm almost officially debt free, when it comes to the business, I just have the loan from Damon's husband, which I intend to pay back asap.

Still on a high from my good luck, my heart literally skips a beat, when Roman walks into the room. What's he doing here? “Mr. Covington, thank you for joining us. I apologize that you had to come here, for such a small matter. Kissing ass is a necessity, when you're not working for yourself. “It's no problem, this shouldn't take long.”

ROMAN

She's dressed for simpering and begging, in a tight knee length skirt, and short cropped top, that shows off her rose tattoo just above her belly button. My body reacting to her, I quickly take a seat, trying to will away my erection. After she'd told me of her intention of branching out on her own, one of the few loan companies in the area, I'd told Max to be on the lookout for her application, and to approve any amount that she asked for.

Learning of her relationship with Nick, I'd called for her loan to be paid back quickly, before severing ties with them both. Neither one of them had the courage, to let me in on the joke. Married... “The request is still ongoing, you only have two more days to pay it back, before we seek legal action.” I state, my anger in full flare again. “It's not like you need the money.” She states, just as angrily.

“This isn't personal, it's business.”

“Now we both know that, that's a damn lie.”

“I'm not here to argue with you Miss. Danvers, pay what you owe back, or I'll take you to court.”

“There's no need, I have your money.” Digging into her purse, she tosses a check onto the table. “Paid in full.” She's livid, and couldn't be even. more sexy in her hatred of me. “Max...” I state, and on cue he quickly disappears out the door with his laptop. Locking the door behind him, she's watching me from across the room, her chest heaving angrily with each intake of breath.

Undoing my shirt, she seems to relax some, as her breathing's returning to normal. Making a break for the door, I stop her with a hand on her arm. “What are you gonna do, take my money and fuck me?” The thought had crossed my mind. “For old times sake.” I state. Her eyes filling with lust, I know that she's going to give me what I want.

Roughly pushing her onto the table, I hike up her skirt, ripping her panties off. Violently entering her snatch from behind, I don't care if she's not ready. My hatred for her amplifies when a pool of moisture soaks my rod. Savagely slaking my lust, I want to hurt her, as she's hurt me. Instead, it's backfiring and ferociously pulling on her hair, only serves to excite her more.

Not giving in, I intend to deny her of her orgasm, as punishment. No longer holding back, I embrace the warmth of her orifice, the liquid from her canal drips down my balls, as her clit massages them. Squeezing her legs tightly together, wraps my dick in a compact cocoon of pleasure. Her walls convulsing, liberates my semen and my body jerking with each pull of her hips, I resent her even more. Still leaned over the table, I snatch up the check, and fling it within her line of vision. “For services rendered...” I state, righting my attire.

I paid off her loan, and had her check sent back repeatedly, with a threat for her to cease and desist all forms of communication with the company. Which she did, after I sent her a copy of her contract being paid off. Closing my account with her company, I want to close this chapter of my life, for good and quickly.

This isn't like what I had with Elise, a debutante... I was enamored with the materialistic, what was on the outside. With Korin, It was different... I fell in love with her, who she was, the bold, and the uninhibited, and then the woman hiding behind her insecurities. Love... it hurts like hell.

“What is she doing here?” Four months later, I'm at Darren's pool party, when I spot Korin, with Nick.

“I approved Jess's request, to invite her,” he says, his gaze going straight to her.

“You did what?”

“Hear me out... We have a business relationship and Jess, who handles the marketing aspect of the business, has developed a personal relationship with her.”

“Your wife is friends with my fling...”

“A fling, that you thought was marriage material... stop it.”

If only he knew, how close I was to choking him out. Just the sight of her, brings forth memories that I'd thought were put to rest. I miss her, plain and simple, I still haven't gotten over her. And then there's Nick... I haven't seen him in months either, or much of anyone. I'd thrown myself back into work, managing my businesses with a cold detachment.

“She's good for you, Rome. How long are you going to hold a grudge, for something that happened before you got with her? The only one who's not happy is you.” He says, leaving me with a pat on the back.

Watching her throughout the night, with Nick, he doesn't leave her side. I'm jealous, and then angry with myself for being so. Catching my gaze on her, she offers me a small nod in acknowledgement, before being pulled into the house by Jess. So far, Nick and I have avoided each other, and finally taking to heart, Darren's mentioning of my being the only one unhappy, I entertain a pretty female.

She's actually a delightful distraction, a receptionist with aspirations towards becoming a model.

“Why don't you come into the water with me?” she offers.

“I'm not up for it tonight.”

“Too bad, do you mind if I take a dip?”

“No, go right ahead.”

“If you promise, that you'll be waiting for me, when I come back.” She says, flirtatiously. It's been a dry four months, and I'm overdue. “I promise.” Stripping out of her clingy dress, she's wearing a stunning red bikini, that's literally just strings. She's rewarded, with a small appreciative smile.

She has my attention, until I hear a few catcalls deriving from on my left. Korin's exited the house, in a sexy strappy black swimsuit. The urge to claim her as mine, to dash the hopes of the other men, that she's available is overwhelming.

Quickly searching for Nick, he's disappearing into a cabana, with a pretty redhead. I''d thought that they'd reconciled their differences, and decided to take another go at it. She's immediately joined by a dark haired admirer, and falling prey to his lavish compliments and pretentious charm, she allows his lips to defile her person.

A light kiss on the hand, her blush incites my anger, and I'm up and out of my seat, striding towards her with a purpose. She belongs to me, and I intend to make it known. Removing her hand from his grasp, a hand on her waist, I gently lift her chin. My lips meeting hers lightly, but forcefully, she doesn't withdraw.

Reciprocating my need for her, she exhales as I lift her, her legs around my waist. My sex beating a pulsating rhythm, against her entrance, I'm graced with a light moan, as she grinds against my hard-on. Carrying her directly to a Cabana, we receive a surprised yelp, from the occupants.

Laughing, she's out of my arms, leading me to her car. I want her now, I don't have the patience to drive anywhere right now. Her back to the car, she pulls me to her. Our lips meeting passionately, my fingers disappear into her bikini, and there's an instant flood of fluid. “Oh...” Moaning her pleasure, I continue my foreplay. A couple calling it a night, strolls past us giggling, as she's lifted onto the trunk.

Her fingers lightly touching my face, as her tongue demands entry. Freeing my erection from the confines of my pants, I undo her bikini, and quickly enter her canal. Satisfaction, contentment, and fulfillment, that this is where she's supposed to be, and where I need to be. With her, in my arms, inside of her, loving her with every fiber of my being.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more...” she whispers back.

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