Rm w/a Vu(73)
I swallow thickly when my eyes fall upon the muscles in his clenched jaw. My gaze continues north until I see his forehead is furrowed in anger, before finally settling on his blazing blue eyes. Slowly, I run my fingers over the lines in his forehead, softening them slightly, then down to his jaw, and I pull him to me.
We kiss hard and fast, our lips pressed so tightly together they throb, and his hands ensnare my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the counter until he’s pressed firmly between my legs. His slacks do little to hide his growing arousal, and my short skirt allows me to feel all of it. I’ve never loved my uniform more.
I moan against his ravenous lips when he thrusts his hips into me. When I pull away, I’m breathless and feeling a little light-headed. “I’m going to cash out, and then you’re going to take me home before things get out of hand here.”
After agreeing, he doesn’t hesitate to let me down from the counter. My legs feel a little weak as I make my way for the door to lock it and flip the sign over. I eventually find my bearings and head back behind the counter for the register. Greyston snatches up my abandoned cookie, and I glare playfully as I watch him take a huge bite.
It takes a little longer than it should to cash out, but only because as I’m counting the coin, Greyston starts calling out random numbers to throw me off. It works time and time again, and it isn’t until I threaten to pick up a shift and postpone our date that he stops. There’s no way I would actually do it, but he doesn’t need to know that.
After I’ve made the deposit and locked the money away in the safe for the night, Greyston and I leave the café together, locking the door behind me.
The air between us during the car ride home is charged with pent-up sexual frustration. Greyston’s hand is clutching the gearshift so tightly that his knuckles are white. I yearn to lay my hand over it, to relax him a little, but I’m afraid that it will only make things worse.
We arrive home a short while later, and once we’re inside, Greyston closes and locks the door before pulling me to him and pressing my back against the door. His hot lips trail over my jaw and down my neck while his hands grip and pull my hips to his again and again. My body grows hot, like fire licks the surface of my skin, and his hands move from my hips and up to palm both of my breasts over my shirt.
“God, you taste like coffee and sex,” he murmurs, placing open-mouthed kisses on my neck.
I moan like some kind of porn star. Suddenly desperate for his lips to be on mine, I bring my hands to his face and draw him to me. We kiss, and it’s not sweet and gentle, but aggressive and rough. His tongue sweeps over my lower lip before I open my mouth and meet it with my own.
With one hand continuing to massage my breast, the other travels down, pulling my shirt from the waist of my skirt until he’s stroking the flesh of my belly. My skin quivers beneath his touch, and I whimper into our kiss when his hand travels down over the pleats, lifting the hem and stroking the apex between my thighs and teasing the edge of my panties. My lower half tingles and reacts to each and every languid stroke he makes, and the muscles in my stomach begin to tighten.
My hands tremble as I bring them to his tie and pull it apart, sliding it from his collar and letting it hit the floor before I set to work blindly unbuttoning his shirt. The minute I reach the bottom of his shirt and pull it from his pants, he stops kissing me, and I can see some kind of conflict in his expression.
“Juliette, I don’t think we should rush into sex.”
Smiling, I run my hand along his smooth chest, watching as his nipples harden under my touch. “Who’s rushing? I’m okay with waiting.” I drop my face, but look up at him through my lashes. “But who’s to say we can’t…do other things?” I push my hips forward, and he hisses. “Touch. Take. Have.”
“Dear god,” Greyston groans. He doesn’t waste another second before reclaiming my lips. There’s no slow build to this kiss; it starts hard and passionate and holds firm.
Apparently that’s all the incentive he needs. The hand between my legs slips inside my panties, making me gasp when his fingers come into contact with my slick flesh. Back and forth, his fingers move between my legs, making my knees buckle slightly beneath me and my breath to shorten. Tighter and tighter the muscles in my stomach wind, like a metal coil getting ready to spring. It’s intense and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m not sure what to make of it, so I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. This doesn’t seem to appease Greyston, and he raises his eyes to mine.
“I want to hear you,” he growls, pressing a little firmer and moving his fingers in a circular motion.