Skylar returns to the kitchen, followed by Whitney, the bartender.
"Wow, you guys are amazing," Whitney looks around the clean kitchen appreciatively.
"Thank you," Skylar says, eyeing all three of us and swallowing hard. We could cut the tension with one of Vance's knives.
"Um, I'm going to go help Ms. Diane and Babs." Whitney throws her thumb back behind her and practically runs from the kitchen.
Skylar swallows hard, now that she's alone with us. She should be nervous. We're all dying to throw her over our shoulders and carry her back to the hotel like cavemen. But during the brief lulls, Paul, Mark, and I hatched a plan.
"Why did you leave, Skylar?" Mark asks.
She moves, keeping the stainless-steel worktable between us. "My dad had an accident." She looks around at us and quickly adds, "He's fine. Broken ribs and lucky to be alive, but he is doing much better. He called me to help his, well, to help Monica, who owns this bar. She was in the car with him."
"Why'd you leave without telling us, Skylar?" I ask because the accident might be the excuse, but it's not the reason she left.
Skylar opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, and she closes it again with a shake of her head.
"Skylar!" Ms. Diane calls through the kitchen door.
Skylar pushes off the table to poke her head outside. "Grab some glue, will you, dear?"
Mark and Paul look at me, then head out of the kitchen. Skylar watches them go and eyes me for a moment. "I'll be right back."
I nod, then follow her into the large supply closet at the back of the hallway. We already scoped out the space as part of our plan. In addition to the supply closet, there’s a small office and a private employee bathroom located back here.
I close the door, locking it so nobody can disturb us. Skylar turns quickly when she hears me. Then she's in my arms, kissing me like she'll die if she doesn't have her lips connected to mine.The feeling is mutual, gorgeous.
Our tongues tangle, and my cock hardens to the point of pain as her soft curves press against me. I groan, walking Skylar back to the wall, pulling her leg up and around my hip as I grind against her soaked core.
"Oh, fuck," she breathes in my ear.
I almost come from the little whimper that follows. I'm about to drop to my knees to execute the first part of the plan, but the sexy vixen in front of me beats me to the punch and unzips my pants quickly. Skylar's mouth wraps around my cock before I can remember what I'm supposed to be doing.
"Oh, God. Fuck." My fingers tangle in her hair.
Skylar releases me with a loud pop. "Such a gorgeous cock," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss along my hard shaft.
I want to preen like a fucking peacock. She remembered that I like praise.
Skylar gazes up at me from under her lashes, then wraps her lips around my thick shaft and swallows me down.
Her fist pumps my cock, her mouth sucking the tip as her tongue swipes the spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. I lean against the wall, watching her work her magic beneath me. "Oh, fuck, doll." I run my fingers through her hair, trying not to thrust into her mouth before she's ready.
She holds my gaze as she swallows me deep into the back of her throat.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, desperately trying to hold back, but my balls are already tightening as she milks me. I've replayed our moment in the stairwell at the office party on repeat, so her going down on me right now is my perfect fantasy. I stare at her in ecstasy, and she moans around my cock. The vibrations send me over the edge.
"Oh, fuck, baby," I moan, thrusting into her as she swallows my release. One hand caresses my balls, and the other pumps me dry as I fuck her mouth.
When I'm nothing but a panting mess, she leans back, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. Her lips are bright red, and all I can think about is fucking her. I pull her to her feet, kissing her hard. She melts against me, letting me press her against the wall. She moans as I kiss down her neck and across her chest. I suck a nipple through her shirt, then drop to my knees before her.
I pull her leggings down, making her step out of them, then toss them to the side. Hooking my fingers in the purple lace of her panties, I remove them quickly and pocket them.
Skylar smirks at me. "Trying to beat Mark to the punch this time?" she asks, her sexy voice already making me hard again.
I nod, and she bites her lip.
She lifts one leg over my shoulder, guiding me toward her gorgeous, glistening slit. I bury my face between her legs, feasting on the only meal that will ever satisfy me.
