“You want your usual tea and lemonade?”

Scott asked. He called me by name and my heart leapt. My pussy followed suit less than a beat later. I had been crushing on this man for a while. Big time.

I worked two doors down at the hair salon and, given my love of all things caffeinated, I saw and coveted Scott daily.

“Yes, please.”

I hadn’t. Not really. It was cold as balls so I wanted a salted caramel latte, but who was I to argue when a heartbreakingly handsome man calls you by name and knows your drink?

I worked two doors down and visited the café often.

I leaned against the chilly window and watched him work. Short brown hair, tattooed muscled forearms. I had a thing for forearms and Scott’s were magnificent.

I watched the snow and when he turned toward me, genius that I am, I said, “Boy, it’s really coming down out there.”

Inside, I wanted to die but I did my best to keep a stupid smile on my face. Apparently, when aroused, my brain shuts down completely.

He grinned at me and pushed his beanie back a bit. “Yes, it is. It’s why we have the place to ourselves.”

It was only then that I realized we were utterly alone. I was used to the place being a bit light on very cold evenings when it got dark earlier, but not this light.

“Everyone’s afraid of snow?”

He popped out from behind the counter and started to draw the blinds down the large plate-glass windows.

“Guess so.”

My heart picked up speed as I watched him.

“Closing early?”

“Closing the shades early. It’ll help keep the cold out.” When he passed me to get at the other window, his arm brushed my arm. I had a moment where I thought I’d swoon like some goofy movie heroine.

“Sorry,” he said.

I cleared my throat. “Don’t be.” I sounded a bit too eager so I added, “No worries.” And that just sounded dumb.

“So, do you have any interest in me flipping the sign to CLOSED?” he said nonchalantly over his shoulder.

My brain stuttered over the question. “Sorry?”

“I’d like to put the CLOSED sign up.” He finally turned and faced me fully. “So we could be alone a while. I assume this is your about to go home tea? You don’t have to return to work.”

I licked my lips. He was so close I could see the hazel flecks in his otherwise blue eyes.

“I don’t,” I confirmed.

He closed the meager gap and grabbed ahold of my infinity scarf. “Okay if I kiss you?”

I nodded. I couldn’t remember how to form words. He tugged the scarf and me forward and planted one on me. First, it was gentle. Then he deepened the kiss and I gasped against his mouth. How a simple kiss shot straight to my cunt, I had no idea. But it did. I found myself wet and on the verge of simply begging him to fuck me. I’d imagined it more times than I could count.

Scott wound the scarf around his fist and anchored me. He licked my lower lips and then my top lip. He teased the very tip of my tongue with his. What felt like a mild electric shock buzzed through me.

He took my hand and put it against the front of his black jeans. His cock pressed hard and long against the zipper.

“Yes, please,” I said without thinking.

“Yes, please what?” he pulled back and grinned at me.

“I — ” I shut my eyes and tried to breathe. I pressed my hand against his hard dick and made a desperate sound when he slid his hands beneath my blouse and cupped my tits in his chilly hands.

“Yes, please, that,” I said, laughing at myself.

“What about it?” he purred.

“Give it to me.” There. I’d said it.

“I like a woman who knows what she wants, whether it’s unsweetened tea and lemonade or to get laid.”

“I’ve only thought about it a thousand times.”

“Ah, so I’m not alone.”

His hand migrated from my breasts to my waist. He squeezed my sides and then pushed his hands down into my black slacks, squeezing my ass cheeks.

My pussy thumped eagerly. I wanted to fast-forward to him driving that big cock inside me.

“Where?” I asked. “Where can we go?”

“First — ” he said. Then he finally flipped that sign to CLOSED and turned the lock on the door. He took my hand. “This way.”

The café was a mom and pop kind. No big security systems. No bells and whistles. A single stable camera that was not pointed at us. He led me into the room behind the counter and dropped down onto an old green faux leather sofa. Before I could sit next to him, he popped the button on my slacks and started to tug them down. I stood there, pants around my knees, in just a pair of pale gray cotton panties.

“If you’ve imagined this a thousand times I assume this is okay — ” As he spoke, he dragged his fingertip down the front of my panties and then stroked the cleft of my pussy. The soft cotton, the press of his fingertip, the insane arousal all came together and made me shudder.

“Yes, it’s good. It’s fine. I mean — yes.”

He chuckled, then pressed his warm mouth against the panties.

I groaned. “Scott — you’re killing me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He yanked my panties down and I found myself laughing. I kicked off my heels and then stepped free of my pants and underwear.

He seized my hips in his big hands and yanked me toward him. He pushed my stance wider with his hand and settled his mouth on my pussy. No more teasing. No more fucking around. He lapped at me, sliding his hot wet tongue along my folds before finally zeroing in on my clit. He licked me, varying his pattern and his speed so I was constantly on edge but never went over. I clutched his shoulder and begged.

“Please — ”

“Please what?”

“Please, let me come — ”

“If you insist.” He pushed a thick finger inside my pussy and flexed it. He did it over and over while eating me. I squirmed, shifting from foot to foot and holding his shoulders like they were a lifeline.

He sucked my clit and I came with a soft cry. I shuddered there on my feet and clung to him until it passed.

He lifted his hips and undid his jeans. He pushed them down along with his boxers. Then he patted his lap.

“Come here, pretty lady. Sit on my lap.”

His cock stood up, hard and ready. I straddled him and sank down slowly, feeling his big cock stretch my pussy as I lowered myself. He put his hands on my hips and when I was almost fully seated, he thrusted up from under me.

I growled at the instant pleasure of his cockhead pressing against my G-spot. “Jesus. Yes. Right there. That’s perfect.”

He tugged me toward him and kissed me. I kissed him back, rocking against him, gyrating on his lap so that he was as deep as I could get him.

“Fuck me,” I said against his lips.

“I thought I was.” He smiled and held my hips and started to move up roughly from beneath me. He pounded into me, tugging my hips down every time he drove up.

Our rhythm increased and my nipples spiked hard inside my blouse.

As if he knew, he moved one hand to shove up my sweater and bra. Baring my breasts. He sucked my nipple and when I moaned, he gave it a sharp bite.

“Christ, I’m going to come again,” I said.

“Good. Come again. Because then you’re going to suck my dick, pretty lady.”

The dirty talk filled my head and my arousal grew. I rocked from side to side, pressing his dick to all the super-sensitive areas I needed.

I held his shoulder, moving how I needed. Rough at first, then softer, then rough again. He met me move for move, surging up from under me until I could hardly breathe and hardly think.

He bit my nipple again and my pussy clenched. He dragged his tongue in a hot line from one breast to the other and then gave that nipple the same attention, all while snarling like some man beast. His arousal was palpable and intoxicating.

He came up under me roughly again and I hissed, “Yes, that. Yes, again.”

He held my hips and went to town, fucking me brutally.

I came, biting my lower lip to keep from screaming. Our strip mall was quiet. We didn’t need someone to worry and call the cops.

He let go of me and I moved off him quickly. I got on my knees between his spread thighs and took his cock in my hand. I sucked him eagerly, jerking my fist up and down his length. He seemed so close, I slowed. I grinned up at him when he groaned.

“Turnabout is fair play,” I said. Even as I stayed there on my knees, sucking just the top of his cock into my mouth, aftershocks of my orgasm pounded in my pussy.

I couldn’t help myself. I pushed two fingers deep into my velvety cunt and curled them against my G-spot, grinding my clit against my palm.

I licked up one side of his dick, sucked his tip, and then licked down the other. I paused to lick just behind his balls and then suck them gently into my mouth.

It was his turn to squirm.

I pushed my lips slowly down his length as I fucked myself with my fingers. I was so wet it was unreal. His skin was salty and warm. He jerked up under me, filling my mouth and my throat. I inhaled sharply, gagged a little, pulled back.

“Sorry, sorry — ”

I laughed. “It’s fine.” I licked the small dot of pre-come on his cockhead and watched his handsome face. He tilted his head back, surrendering to me, but only for a moment. Then he put his hand on my head and pressed until I went back to sucking him.

I drove my fingers deeper, lapping at him, drawing on him.

He kept his hand on my head, pinning me there, and moved up to fuck my mouth.

I came, my pussy rippling wetly around my fingers. I moaned and that was all it took.

Scott drove up one more time and then came. Hot, salty cum flooded my mouth and I licked my lips.

He smiled down at me. “I’ve been waiting for that for a very long time.”

“You’re not the only one.”