Charity's Warrior (11 page)

"You're right," I said. "I went into this wanting exactly what I got and it was incredible. If I tried to make it more than that, I would be the one fucking it up."

Trisha smiled, "Now you got it, Girl."

I suddenly felt empowered. I went after him and I got him, and anytime I wanted to, I could close my eyes and be right back there with him.

Trisha went to help her other tables while I threw some Red Bull down my throat. My eyes found their way back to the couple near me having the secret affair in time to see that she was no longer playing with his hand under the table. Her hand was right on the crotch of his pants, and by the looks of it, she has his cock squeezed in her hand right through his clothes. I could see her hand slowly tightening and then relaxing over and over.

The old me would have been too embarrassed to watch, and would have been praying for them to stop. The new me is rooting for her to make him cum in his pants right at the table in front of everyone. I almost laughed out loud, so I looked away and left them to their business.

Somewhere in the middle of watching everyone in the bar, I finished my Red Bull and vodka. Trisha noticed that when she brought my food, and quickly got me another from the bar. We had a few minutes where I caught her up on the new job. When I told her about my bosses messages she got giddy on me, insisting it had been flirting, no matter how much I argued. I thought that as well, but didn't want to admit it to anyone.

I'd just finished my salad when my phone began to ring. I struggled it free from my pocket and saw that it was Justin. I smile, picturing him on the other end. I'm shocked that he's calling me, but that's not why my heart is suddenly galloping.

"Hello Handsome," I answered.

"Warrior, how was your weekend?"

I laughed. "Very good, how about yours?"

"Mine was fine, started off wonderfully," he answered with a hint of flirt in his voice. "So I'm guessing, by the way you look, that your first day went well."

"The way I look?" I asked. I quickly looked around the room, but didn't find him until I looked out through the windows. His face was smiling in at me, and I felt my pulse race faster. The last time I saw that face he had given me the three biggest orgasms of my life, and one little glimpse of him and I wanted it again.

He was laughing into the phone.

"Are you coming in or what?" I asked.

Justin hung up and grabbed the door. He wasn't at my table yet, and I can already feel him pulling my hair and sliding his hard cock into my wetness.

"So, tell me," he said, easing his muscular body into the empty chair at my small table.

Behind him, Trisha had watched him come in and sit. She waited to catch my eye and then motioned an okay sign and for me to attack him again.

"I loved it," I answered. "I got to spend some time with John, my boss, but because of his schedule it wasn't enough. We're picking up on that tomorrow. I made a few new girlfriends and got started with my functions."

I didn't feel any reason to tell him about the friendly chats with the company's owner. That was my business!

"I'm happy for you," he said.

His smile kept pulling me in, and all I can think about is kissing those lips again before I have them all over my body.

"You did forget something, though," he added.

I looked at him, puzzled, trying to remember something. My twisted mind was wondering if he somehow knew about the owner's chatting even though I hadn't mentioned it.

"The apartment," he said at last.

"Oh shit!" I breathed.

Justin laughed; even his eyes were smiling at me now.

"Oh my God, I completely forgot," I said. "I was so focused on the job."

"Of course you were, that's why I called them for you," Justin said, still laughing.

My jaw dropped so far I think it hit my plate. "Shut the front door!" I snapped. "Did you really?"

"Ninth floor, exact same apartment size as mine, eighteen hundred a month," he said.

"Holy shit, Justin! That's half what I thought," I said, shocked and stunned.

Sarcastically, he said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I told you that. They put a twenty-four hour hold on it for me. If you go tomorrow, sign the papers, and make the deposit—it's yours."

I quickly leaned over the table and thrust my hand out at his face, grabbing his chin and pulling him into my mouth for a quick thank you kiss. Deny it if he wants to, but when I sit back in my chair I see that he is blushing.

I'm trying damn hard to follow Tricia's advice about him, but I can't help feeling there's
something
more here.

"I'll go over on my lunch tomorrow. Wow, I'm still not over that price," I said.

Trisha came over with drinks for both of us even though we hadn’t ordered. She knew us well. "Everyone behaving themselves," she joked.

"Unfortunately," Justin said, looking at me as if he was about to bend me over the table and have me from behind.

I gave the look right back. I had absolutely no reservations about him making me cum again tonight. We had really only scratched the surface, and I wanted to know what else was in his mind, what other things he could do to me.

Trisha let us alone again, tending to all her tables.

"I should actually run to the bathroom before I try to drink that," I said as I motion to the glass Trisha had just brought. "I'll be right back," I said, excusing myself.

The hallway seemed a bit ominous. My last time down here I was attacked. This time I made sure to stay aware, glancing backward over my shoulder. That didn't help keep my nerves under control. My arms turned to gooseflesh, the hair stood up on my neck, and my pulse was a loud
WHOMP
in my ears. Down here you could still here the music and voices from the bar, but it dies off surprisingly quick, so much that the clap of my shoes overpowered it all.

I found the door handle safely this time, pushing it on its squealing hinges. The relief washed over me as the heavy wooden door began to close behind me.

That was short lived, though, because before it was shut it began to swing back open again. Bracing myself the best I could, I waited to see who was following me in. The sound of the hinges was ear piercing inside the tiny, tiled room, and it reminded me of the pool of violin strings in a horror movie right before a victim is taken.

Justin stepped into the bathroom with me, a devilish smile on his face that was sexy as hell.

"Justin, you can't be in here," I said to him, smiling, despite the fact that I was trying to catch my breath.

"I've been dying to kiss you for three days, that's long enough," he said.

Before I could say anything else, Justin grabbed my face in his hands and was kissing me passionately, exploring my mouth with his tongue. Three days was too long to wait for this. My legs wobbled, and I threw my arms around his waist to keep me up. I let myself forget about the entire world.

After a few short minutes, his right hand moved off my face and down my neck to my chest, and then the waist of my pants. I realize he is fumbling with my belt, and I say nothing. He pulled the belt free and is working on the button, and I let it happen. When my button was open, and his fingers were grabbing my zipper, I thought I should protest. Anyone could walk in here at any moment and catch us. I moved my face back from his a little, but he stopped me, pressing my lips harder on to his. I understood the message.
Relax, stop thinking, and stop worrying. I need to touch you now, and it can't wait any longer.

Justin pulled my zipper down and slid his hand under my pants straight into the wetness dripping out of me. I moaned into his mouth. My clit swelled under his finger, enjoying the circle-like motion he is using. He put his hand in deeper, and I feel two fingers slide into me easily.

He moaned this time, ending our kiss but putting his forehead against mine. "You're so wet it's going to drive me insane," he whispered.

His fingers are sliding in and out of me in a quick pace, making me wish it was his cock. I no longer care where we are, I just need him to make me cum. Deep bursts of his hot breath are blowing down my face and chest as his excitement built.

He pulled his fingers out of me, out of my pants, and he rubbed my wetness on his lips and puts his fingers into his mouth to taste me. He sucks them dry and puts them back down my pants.

"You taste so fucking good," he growls.

His fingers glide back into me, wetting themselves again, stroking that spot that made me want to go out of my mind again, and again, and again. Suddenly, I feel the start of an orgasm and he takes his fingers out, pressing firmly on my clit. I don't know how I didn't scream. The pressure and sensation went right to my soul, and his hard strumming brought my orgasm right to the edge.

I have to lean back against the counter, no longer able to hold myself up. My hips are thrusting against his fingers on their own while my thighs are just quivering muscle, and as I think I can't take anymore, he presses even harder.

"I don't know what it is about you, but I can't seem to get enough. I can't make you cum enough. I can't get you out of my mind, or satisfy my thirst for you," he says softly.

His lips touch my lips lightly while his nose rubs the side of mine. The thumb of his left hand runs lightly back and forth across my cheek.

"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," I chanted in the closest thing to a whisper that I could manage. I locked my eyes into his, wanting to be staring into him as I came. Somehow, I managed to throw my arms around his neck, holding his face and eyes on me.

Not for a second did his finger stop swirling around the tip of my clit, pulling it out of its hood to expose the sensitive part. I was so swollen that my clit would pop up from under his finger when he circled far enough to the tip, sending a convulsion through me.

The convulsions took over. My hands dug into his shoulders, but I wouldn't let either of us look away. Justin stares into my core and takes me, wave after wave, until I am a twitching mess. My body pumps the fluids out of me into my soaked panties.

His hand slowed as I worked to catch my breath and stop the vibrations in my legs. When I felt strong enough, I pushed myself off the counter and Justin slid his hand from my pants. I pulled up my zipper and fixed my clothes and belt, seeing the huge bulge in the front of Justin's pants. I grabbed it hard and tugged on it, smiling at him.

Desperation was riddled throughout his face, needing to be released. He growled and kissed me while he stopped my hand.

"That was just for you," he said softly at my ear.

"I know you want to cum," I whispered back.

"Absolutely," he said, "but we can take care of that later. Insurance that you will come home with me."

We both laughed and kissed each other. I knew he was serious, and my interest was piqued. He would have me again in a little while, make me scream the way I couldn't here. And if he was really going to wait, I was going to make him scream then as well. He fixed himself and left the room after one more kiss.

As I actually used the bathroom, I thought about him going out there, his cock still hard and people seeing him emerging from the ladies room. Then I realized I had to go out there next, with everyone knowing what we had been doing. My face went hot so fast I hadn't felt it coming. Maybe I could convince Justin to leave quickly. His stiff cock needed to be in me soon, for both of us, so it shouldn't take a lot of convincing.

I gathered up my courage, telling myself that most of the people had probably not even noticed, oblivious and distracted in their own drinks and conversations. After washing and drying my hands, and swallowing some pride, I pulled the door open. The hinges screamed for everyone to look at the girl that just had an orgasm in the bathroom.

Justin was standing in the hall waiting for me, his smile spread wide across his face, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. "I figured you might have the urge to leave quickly," he said lightly.

I laughed. "Yeah, I was kinda just thinking that before I came out."

"I thought you would," he said, "no one really noticed, but I took care of the bill and let Trisha know we would be slipping out the back."