The best confections at this café aren’t on the menu — they’re behind the counter and between these coworkers’ legs.

Zach said, "I’ll be there lickety-split," and I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing.

"What did you just say?"

He was hanging up the phone, and he gave me a curious look, his ginger-colored eyebrows raised. "I told Jamie I’d be over in a minute." He ran one hand over his short hair in a habit I recognized from two months working at his side.

"That’s not what you said." Jamie was one of our regular clients. Her office always ordered a dozen coffees in various shades of cream and varieties of sugar. But for some reason Zach’s response this particular morning had caught my attention. "You said lickety-split."

"It’s just an expression," Zach insisted, helping to add the various creams and sweeteners, label the paper cups, and set the caps in place. He was working on autopilot, while I was trying to find a way to let him know that his casual remark had made my panties wet. I didn’t rush, though. Zach and I had been flirting for months. We’d both started working at the café on the same day — neither one of us had seniority — and I was pretty sure that neither of us gave a fuck about management’s no-dating policy.

Who was going to rat us out? We were there by ourselves.

Once he’d set the last lid in place, Zach hefted the box to carry it to Jamie’s ad agency. I held the door open for him, and right as his well-muscled body was lined up with my own, I said, "When you get back, I have another type of split I’d like you to lick."

I thought he was going to drop the coffee. I could actually see the Rorschach-like splatter on the tiled floor in my mind — regular two sugars blending with decaf with soymilk — but he caught himself and said, "Back in two minutes, Alie. Hold that thought."

I held it. I held it as tightly as I possibly could, my thighs squeezed together, my pussy positively clenched. Standing nearly frozen behind the counter, I willed myself to still my racing heart. As I exhaled, I looked at myself in the mirror over the fancy bronze coffee maker. I had my blonde hair up in a French twist, every hair in place. The pink to my cheeks hadn’t come from a cosmetic palette, but from my sexual excitement. Every sensual fantasy I’d ever had about Zach seemed to percolate in my head into one steamy concoction.

I took a deep breath and prayed for a slow day. Maybe we wouldn’t have the normal commuter’s rush. Maybe we would be left to our own devices.

Maybes are worth about as much as a decaf soy latte in my world. When Zach returned, I had a line of impatient customers that ran from the counter to the door, everyone craving their caffeine fix before a long day at work. Zach and I danced through our usual banter without a word about what I’d said until we’d served the last harried commuter. Only then did he sidle up to me, cradle my waist in his big hands and croon, "So, about this split?"

I grinned at him and took one of his hands in mine. Behind the counter, I slid his fingertips beneath the waistband of my short, checked skirt and into my silky yellow panties. The expression on his face let me know when he felt the wetness meet him, envelop him, suck him in. After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand and slowly, oh so slowly, licked his fingers clean.

"How long have you wanted me to taste you?" His voice was hoarse. He looked as lightheaded as I felt.

"Since that first latte."

"Excuse me?"

"Since the first day we were at work together. You made yourself a foamy latte, and you licked the rim of the cup before taking a sip. All I could think of was you licking my pussy in exactly the same way, with the same look of pleasure in your eyes. I’d never been jealous of a 70% recycled paper cup before."

"For two months you’ve wanted me to do this?" He slid his fingers back into my panties once more and used two of them to fuck me. I held on to the counter with both hands and stared straight forward. If a customer walked in, we’d probably be able to save face, although Zach might’ve had to work the cash register with sticky, pussy-scented fingers. But no customers interrupted us. Zach overlapped his two probing fingers and began to work me faster and harder, easily managing to locate my G-spot. I’d never been so masterfully touched. My whole body felt electrified.

To my dismay, he pulled away before I could come, and this time, he spread my shiny gloss on my own lips. I was breathing hard now. I stared into his eyes. He brought me to him, and with sweet finesse he licked my lips clean. Then he kissed me. Really kissed me. Our tongues met, and I could taste my own honeyed flavor.

"How much do you want me between your legs?" he whispered when we parted.

"Desperately," I told him.

"Let’s see how desperately," he said, and he went on his knees on the black spongy mat behind the counter and buried his head under my skirt. Okay, so now we were really walking the edge of decorum. I was still facing the door, ready to greet any customers who might enter the tiny shop. Zach had pulled my panties roughly to the side and was spearing my pussy with the tip of his tongue. He seemed to know instinctively how to touch me. At first, he tapped his tongue right on my clit. Then he started making circles all around. I recalled the way he created designs in the fancy coffees we served: leaves, stars and hearts. I believed he was tracing those same types of patterns with his tongue, as if I were a confection worth devouring.

What would happen if someone entered the store? I could take an order, and Zach would be hidden. But I wouldn’t be able to move very easily to make the coffee. Not with Zach sealed to my pussy like that. The image made me giddy.

Luck was on our side for the moment. Nobody came in the store. Well, I’m lying. After a few more rotations of his knowledgeable tongue, someone did come in the store — and that someone was me. I shivered as a powerful climax worked through my entire body, from the tips of my toes all the way to the blonde tendrils creeping out of my French twist. Amazingly, I managed not to cry out, but only barely. I wanted to scream, to moan, to shout out Zach’s name. Oh, Zach! Oh, oh, oh, Zach! But I didn’t. I stayed entirely silent as Zach licked and sucked my throbbing clit, not releasing me until he could clearly tell that the vibrations had subsided. Only then did he pull out from under my skirt, wipe his mouth on the back of his hand, and stand up, smiling broadly.

Right at that moment, a customer entered the café. Still floating on the glittering endorphins of my recent orgasm, I served the stranger with such good spirits that he slipped a crisp five-dollar bill into the tip jar.

"Now, it’s your turn," I told Zach. I went to my knees before he could speak, but he pulled me right back up again. I was surprised. Didn’t he want to feel my lips around his cock? Wasn’t he as excited to sample the delights of my mouth as I had been to come on his lips?

"No, Alie. Wait." He shook his head. "I don’t want a quickie. I want to wait until we get off to … you know, get off."

I brushed my fingertips along the front of his jeans. He was dangerously hard. There was no way he could continue to serve people with a beautiful boner like that.

"Can you wait?" I asked.

"I’ve waited this long, haven’t I? Two months of foreplay is the longest I’ve ever gone. A few more hours won’t kill me."

It was clearly a dare. I didn’t think he could manage the rest of the shift without release. However, Zach seemed determined to show me that I was wrong.

The morning went by ridiculously slowly. I taunted Zach whenever I slid past him, making sure to rub my butt against his erection. He smacked my ass and told me not to be cruel, but I was enjoying myself too much to stop. I created the foamiest latte I could, and I made sure to give myself a creamy mustache with every sip. Then I stared at Zach as I darted my pink tongue out to lick the foam away.

"You’re bad," he said. "You’re a cocktease."

"Not a tease. Not if you let me." I went on my knees again and pressed my face to the crotch of his jeans. He let me lick him through the denim and he sighed, but then he pulled me back up again.

"You’ll have plenty of time to drain me after work," he said. "I’m not in this for a quick shot."

By the time the second shift arrived, Zach was nearly ripping through his pants. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his car without a word, then began to drive me to his place. I had never wanted a cock in my mouth so badly before. I was actually salivating. In spite of him telling me to behave, I leaned over, undid his jeans, and started to blow him on the drive. He let me, but he didn’t come. I was more and more impressed with his stamina.

When we got to his apartment, Zach gave in. As soon as the door was shut behind us, he stripped and pushed me to my knees. I gave him head like a pro. I licked the tip of his cock, then slowly began to work my way down the shaft. I wondered how much teasing Zach could take. At the beginning, he simply leaned against the wall and let me work him at my own speed. I was interested to see if I could make him lose his cool. I mouthed the head of his cock and then began to suck on the knob. I indented my cheeks and really focused my attention on the first inch.

But after all that torture, Zach had reached his limits. He couldn’t wait, and in a flash I understood why he hadn’t wanted to go for it at work. Zach was unable to stay quiet. He gripped me and began to fuck my face, and as I sucked him, he moaned loudly. "Oh, Alie," he groaned. "Your mouth is so warm. I can’t believe this is happening. Finally. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long."

He got louder and more explicit as I sucked him. I would never have guessed how dirty he was. He described the different images he’d jacked off to over the previous two months. "I wanted to have you suck me, and then jerk off all over your body. Then I thought about putting you up on the counter at work, spreading your legs, and licking you to climax right there, where anyone could see." I rolled with the change of pace, flicking my tongue against the slit in the head of his cock before striving to deep-throat him. He never stopped talking, and I felt myself growing wetter at his words. He was really turning us both on, and in seconds, I was drinking his cream, relishing every drop. He didn’t stop talking even then, praising me for how I’d made him feel, telling me that heaven had nothing on my mouth.

"I had to get that out of the way," Zach said, "so I could really take my time with you." We headed to his bedroom, where I stripped out of my clothes as fast as I could. We both seemed to have the same idea. Sixty-nine was the number on both of our minds. Zach was on the bottom, and I got on top, and this time I got the chance to show off my oral expertise. I moved back and forth between bobbing on his dick and pushing forward so I could get in there and lick his balls. Zach spread me open with his hands and twirled his tongue around my clit.

"I wanted to eat you out that very first day," he said, when he came up for air.

"Yeah?" I was short of breath.

"You were wearing that little orange sundress, but it was so hot that day. You know, the first blistering day of summer. The fabric stuck to you, and I wanted to peel it up and sink to my knees, wanted to see if you were wearing panties under the dress."

"And if I was?"

"If you were, I was going to eat you through them, suck on the front part until it was wet from you and wet from my mouth. Only when you were begging would I have pulled your panties down and given you the first feel of my tongue."

"And if I wasn’t?"

"I didn’t think you were. The pantylines would have shown, wouldn’t they? So if you weren’t, I was going to give you a spanking for being so naughty as to show up on the first day of work without knickers. And then I was going to eat your pussy until you came and then eat your asshole until you came again."

"Oh, fuck," I sighed blissfully. "Oh, God, Zach."

I had my lips around his cock once more, and I ground my cunt against his mouth, not so much to stop him from talking, but to get off on his words in a literal sense. It didn’t really matter what he was saying now. He could have been reciting our special drinks: Shot in the Dark, Americano, Cappuccino, Black Eye, Black Tie, Zebra Mocha, Macchiato… The feel of those words against my most tender skin was what ultimately did me in. I came with an unexpected intensity, and my uncontrollable moans around his cock brought him to his own finish line. He came a second after me, and I managed to drain him once more.

We were done in then, sprawled on the bed side by side, if head to tail. Neither one of us had the energy to turn to be face-to-face. That was okay, though. I liked the view. On my side, I took the time to really gaze at Zach’s gorgeous dick. He was a full eight inches, a powerful specimen. I had definitely lucked out in the cock lottery. With exploring fingers, I began to massage his cock. He started to do the same to my pussy, and I had the realization that maybe we weren’t at the end of the road just yet. I couldn’t believe we were going to try for another round. But then, we had been flirting for so long. This was a situation that was months in the brewing.

I spit on my fist and then began to work my palm up and down Zach’s cock. He was coming to life again, growing harder by the second. He echoed my motions, touching me in the same rhythm. I began to breathe slowly and deeply, focusing on my pleasure as it built higher and higher.

When Zach had me on the very edge of climax, he moved us so that I was on my back and he was between my thighs. This robbed me of the ability to stroke his cock, but he told me not to worry. "Relax," he said, "we’ll have all the time we need." I did as he instructed, laying back into the pillows and surrendering to the sensation of his tongue on my split. He alternated nipping and biting the tender skin of my inner thighs and licking my clit in broad, firm strokes. He even rubbed his short red hair against my skin, tickling me with the bristly fur of his crew cut.

"Oh, Jesus, Zach," I whimpered.

"Put your feet up on my shoulders."

I did as he said, and he palmed my asscheeks in his hands and brought my pussy up to his mouth. He ate me as if I were a piece of fruit, but before I could come, he lifted me higher in his hands and started to rim my asshole. I had been hoping he might do that from the moment he’d confessed one of his fantasies, and I actually started to come the instant I felt his tongue probe my backdoor.

"Oh, the girl likes that," he said.

"Yes, Zach, yes."

He muffled his conversation with his mouth on my rosebud once more, and he licked and sucked my asshole until I thought I would see stars. When I was still in the throes of climax, he flipped me over and slid his cock inside me. How had I forgotten the pleasure of actually fucking? Up until this second, we’d relied on our fingers and tongues. Zach entered me with force, and he began pounding into me from the start. I buried my face in his pillows and cried out, loving every second of the ride.

"I’m going to come in you," he said, finding his voice again. "And then you’re going to spin around and lick me clean. You’ll taste my come mixed with your own sweet juices."

My cries grew louder. Zach slid a hand underneath me to stroke my clit. How many times could a girl come in a day? I had no idea. I’d lost count. Zach fucked my snatch until I was caught in a series of unending climaxes — one after the other. I’d never had multiple orgasms before. But I thought I could definitely get used to the concept. On the wave of my contractions, Zach let loose and came inside me. My pussy continued to grip him and release him in a powerful inner embrace. When the vibrations slowed, he pulled out and spun me back around. I did as he’d described, licking the blend of our flavors off his dick.

He pulled me to him and held me in his arms in a sweetly sticky embrace. I felt completely demolished from the day’s events, but then Zach said he was going to make us each an iced coffee for rejuvenation. "You know, with plenty of whipped cream on top and an extra shot of espresso for stamina."

"Sounds delicious," I told him, giving him bedroom eyes from the tangle of sheets.

"I think I’ll even give it a name," he said as he walked toward the bedroom door.

We both smiled, and then said, "Lickety-Split," together.