Page 7 of His Naughty Waitress
I glance up into his incredibly blue eyes, biting back a groan. Are we having another moment? Why is heat pooling between my legs and beginning to drench my panties? I can’t help myself. As I pause my attempt at blotting the stain, the back of my hand drifts forward and brushes against his chest, traveling over his hot, ripplingmuscles.
He grips my hand, removes the shirt and paper towels with the other hand, and presses my palm to his chest. I don’t know whose heart is pounding harder. He leans his head down until our faces are only inchesapart.
Yes.
This ishappening.
My last thought before our mouths meet is that I hope one of us locked the restroom door, because I’m about to let Shirtless Blond Rich Guy take me, right in here. His shirt drops to the floor, and he takes the back of my head, crushing his lips to mine. I grab onto his hips and pull his groin in close. He’s already hard, and Christ, I hope Mr. Big and Tall is proportional belowthebelt.
He holds on to my waist and lifts me right off the floor. One pivot allows him to shove me on the counter, and with one leg, he parts my legs. I like that he’s a little rough. Random sex should always be wild. His shirt is long forgotten. We’re still mid-kiss as my hands fumble with his belt while he fondles my breasts through my uniform. He tugs at one or two buttons for more direct access. His roughness pops one button, which I see flying off just as I open one eye. Neither of us stop. He stuffs his hand into the opening of my blouse, and I moan into his hungry kiss, groaning when his fingertips find my nipples. He greedily gropes my flesh and massages each nipple. God, his touch sets my crotch on fire. Pulling from my lips, he drags down my blouse and bra cups in one move, latching his mouth to onenipple.
My legs wrap around his hips. I arch my back, whimpering as he sucks one nipple then the other. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m hoping we don’t get caught. I can’t afford to lose this job. Still, it doesn’t stop me. All I do to help my situation is cover my mouth so my noises don’t carry, and reach into his unzippered pants to hurry this up so we’re less likely to bemissed.
Fuck, he is packing something big and thick. I smile, relieved that he is indeed proportional. Pulling his cock from his pants, I stroke along the length for a few seconds, and then I press his tip to my pussy. We can’t afford to goslowly.
“We have to hurry. I hope you have a condom,” I groan out the wish from the back of my throat. His tip is already wet with precum, seeping out his excitement. I rub it on my palm, using it to glide more easily up and down his shaft as he reaches into his pants pocket and produces hiswallet.
“Me too,” he grunts, barely lifting from my breast, which has my hips rolling against his massiveerection.
He pulls back, leaving enough space to fumble with the condom wrapper, and hurriedly rolls on the protection we both need desperately so we can continue. He moves a hand to my ass, gripping me tightly when he’sready.
I manage to find a moment of clarity. “What’s your name?” I ask, letting out a breathy giggle at the humor of the badly-timedquestion.
Eyes dark and focused on only one thing, he runs a finger along the seam of my panties, pushing it to one side. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he flicks my swollen clit a few times and presses his cock against myopening.
“Carter,” he whispers, and at the same time, he buries all the way into me and covers my mouth in a rough,wickedkiss.
Carter practically picks me up off the counter with each thrust of his hips. His strong hands help as he slams into me. All I can do is moan into his mouth, tilt my hips, cross my ankles at his back, and enjoy the wild, satisfying, mind-blowingride.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts. Carter pumps into me with powerful jerks that intensify and speed up by the second, stretching me, filling me up and then some. I begin to notice the way my clit brushes against his lower abs as he slams into me, and how his fingers squeeze my ass cheeks to keep me from falling off the counter. Hissing out a gasp, it all becomes too much, and I rocket to a climax that has tremors rocking both our bodies. I can hardly hold on to his biceps anymore. All my energy drains from me, flying to my quaking,ripplingcore.
Carter grunts out a couple of choice swear words as his moves become more frantic. With a few more, or a lot sharper thrusts, his hands hold me tighter against him, and his body stiffens. I feel satisfied as he comes, burying inside me and pressing his mouth to my neck to muffle hissounds.
We remain frozen for a short time, panting hard for air so some logic can return, and remind us that we’re complete strangers who just fucked in a dingy little restroom—and I’matwork.
Even as the logic returns, I’mguilt-free.
I take it as a good sign, and tilt my hips to pull apart from him. Jumping off the counter, I straighten my uniform. I turn to check myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. Except for the missing lipstick, and the lost button, I’m not looking tooshabby.
“That was…” he starts, hands resting on my shoulders as he looks at our reflection in themirror.
“It was,” I agree, not bothering to finish his sentence. I pick up his shirt, which now has a big, wet, dirty footprint on it beside the mustard stain. “Well, I’m really sorry about theshirt.”
“I’m not,” he answers. Carter stuffs it in the garbage bin and reaches the doorknob tounlockit.
“You’re going out there without ashirt?”
“Sure. I’ll get something from my luggage,” he tells me, kissing the top of my head. “So… are you sure you’ll come by the lodge later? Or do you need moreconvincing?”
I shake my head. “I’ll be there,” I tell him, smoothing out myponytail.
Rich guys with big cocks and decent skills are good for onething.
The same thing that poor guys with big cocks and decent skills aregoodfor.
Reallygoodsex.
“Can I bring a few friends? Well, my sister and my bestfriend.”
“Of course. Anyone you want. If you ladies are free, you can stay overnight…or longer. There’s plentyofroom.”
I turn to look him in the eye. Damn. Those eyes. He undoes me. This rush of whatever it is, well, it’s dangerous. I harden myself. I’ve got a job to dooutside.
“Thanks,” I say, glancing at the door. “I’ve got to go. Hopefully your meals aren’talreadycold.”
He nods. “See you outthere.”
