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I spend the rest of the afternoon getting things done in the office and don’t come out into the bay until most of the guys have gone home for the day. Beau seems to be the only one left.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says when he sees me.
“Hey. How’d you get stuck here when everyone else has gone home?” I ask.
“Oh, I was just finishing up a couple of things.”
I look down and see his hands are already washed, and he doesn’t seem to be finishing up anything at this point.
“Oh yeah?”
He gives a bit of an embarrassed smile. “Honestly? I was waiting for you to get done, so I could have the chance to walk you home.”
I walk closer to him. “Yeah, we didn’t get a lot of time together today, did we?”
“Not really, but it’s work, so I guess we really aren’t supposed to get a lot of time together.”
I look around at the empty shop. “We have some time together right now.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Now?”
“I don’t see anyone else around, and I mean, we’ve already done it here once.”
I start leaning in for a kiss, and he whispers, “You are such a dirty little thing.”
“Why don’t you do something about it?” I grab his cock through the denim of his jeans. He’s already hard.
“You sure you want to do this?” He asks.
“Absolutely. Unless you’re scared.”
That’s all it takes for him to cave. His large hand grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me toward him until his mouth is crashing against mine. Our tongues dance while he starts walking. He never stops kissing me as he guides me backwards to where he wants me.
When he finally breaks away, he commands, “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
I’m not sure where this bossy attitude comes from, but I am here for it. If someone tells me what to do in my everyday life, I am ready to punch in their face. But do it during anything sexual, and I will melt into a puddle. It’s pretty much the only way to get me to do something.
Trying to be a tease, I turn around slowly and put my hands on the wall. I’m bent over enough, so my ass is sticking out.
Before I have time to wonder what he’s going to do next, he unbuttons my jeans and yanks them down. He only takes the time to pull one of my ankles out while the other still holds the denim. I’m sure it looks funny, but I don’t really give a shit. From behind me, Beau sinks to his knees. He spreads my thighs wide enough so that his tongue can lick me from behind.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry.
I know he’s just trying to make sure I’m wet enough to take him, but there’s really no need. My vagina is a fucking waterfall right now.
When he’s satisfied I’m ready for him, he stands back up, rolls on a condom from his wallet, and pushes inside. I’m glad I’m holding onto the wall for support because this man wastes no time in fucking the shit out of me.
There is no slow, sweet buildup. This is pure hard fucking. Plain and simple.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me still as I struggle to stay upright. My moans start to grow even louder but are suddenly quieted when I see someone walking down the sidewalk through one of the windows in the large garage doors.
While I don’t think they can see us, I’m sure if I keep it up, they could hear us.
Beau must notice them too because he slows down his pace. “You have to be quiet, beautiful. You think you can do that?”
“I can try,” I whisper.
