One-Shots

“Joey, I swear to god, one more word out of your mouth and I’m kicking you out!” I yelled at Joey Laurence. He was the town drunk, which meant I had a daily dose of him. He would come into the bar I worked at, order too many drinks, flirt with too many girls, and say too many vulgar things. He was a bartender’s worst nightmare.

“Aw, c’mon, Lucreatia, Lucy, baby, the night’s just started. Don’t be a buzzkill,” he slurred.

“I’m sick of your shit, Joey, and so are the rest of the customers. Shape up or get out of here. Okay?”

He grunted under his breath and face-planted into the counter.

“Jesus,” I huffed.

I tucked some of my brown and crimson hair behind my ears as I started cleaning up the drinks Joey had spilled. Honestly, he was such a pain in the ass. It was people like him that really made me question my job choice.

I played with my tongue web piercing as I contemplated my options. Sure, I could just up and quit this job and find something else to do. Or I could put up with this shit until I had enough money to move somewhere else. I mean, there were perks to my job. My pay is pretty good, I get free drinks, and my hours are pretty flexible, and not to mention I get a fair share of guys hitting on me because I’m one of the few girls in this bar that are under 45 and don’t wallow in self-pity.

The doors of the bar opened, letting in a stream of blue moonlight behind the silhouette of a tall male. I bit my lip as he approached me.

“Can I get a gin and tonic?” he asked.

I nodded my head, not talking, in case word soup came out of my mouth. The last thing I wanted to do in front of this man was embarrass myself. I mean, he was drop dead gorgeous. His shaggy, shoulder length, black hair, sultry brown eyes, and strong jawline was enough to make any girl swoon.

I poured him his drink and he took it gratefully.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Lucreatia. Your’s?”

“Ashley.”

“Ashley?” I giggled.

“Does my name amuse you?” he smirked.

“I mean, it is a little unusual, isn’t it?”

“And Lucreatia isn’t?”

“Touché,” I laughed, “So, what brings a guy like you here? You don’t seem depressed or like an alcoholic.”

“Just had some free time on my hands and figured I’d check out the area. I’m thinking about moving here.”

“Really? You seem more like a Los Angeles kind of guy to me. You don’t have that suburban vibe to you.”

“Neither do you. I can picture you lighting up the nightlife somewhere. Instead, you’re here.”

“I haven’t lit up the night life in a while,” I admitted, “All work and no play…”

“Maybe you and I can change that tonight?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“I’d like that. I get off in a little less than an hour. We can head back to my place.”

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Ashley and I spent the hour chit chatting. He told me about his band, that was apparently pretty successful, and I told him about my love of music.

“Aren’t you cold?” Ashley asked as we walked out into the winter air.

I was dressed in my assigned uniform, a crop top with the bar logo on it, and a pair of booty shorts.

“Just a bit,” I admitted.

“Here,” he said, taking off his leather jacket and placing it over my shoulders.

His jacket dwarfed my curvy, five-foot-three frame, but it was warm and smelled of some kind of classy cologne.

We walked hand in hand back to my apartment, electricity sparking through the tips of our fingers.

We were barely in my apartment before his lips were on mine. They tasted of the gin and tonic I made him earlier. My fingers ran through his soft, silky hair. I imagined his hair touching the inside of my thighs and I nearly exploded then and there. I needy moan escaped from the back of my throat. I slowly inched us back into my bedroom. The backs of my legs hit the foot of my bed and I fell backwards, almost taking Ashley with me.

He stood at the foot of the bed, slowly undressing himself. His shirt was the first to go, giving me an eyeful of his tattooed torso and arms. He was so well sculpted, like an ancient Greek hero. He slipped off his pants and boxers and my insides quivered with excitement at the sight of his length.

He kneeled in front of the bed, pressing his lips to the instep of my right foot and slowly moving upward, grazing past the moon and star tattoo on my ankle. As soon his lips reached the apex of my thighs and I felt his hair caressing me, I turned into a moaning mess. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Ashley, please. I need you,” I begged.

At my words he spread my legs wide and inserted his erection into me. I screamed out as I felt him fill me and begin his thrusting motions, and his occasional gyration of his hips. My finger nails dug into his back, digging further into his skin with every thrust. His lips connected with my neck and his teeth bit down, hard.

“Ashley…,” I moaned.

I felt myself nearing my climax, and judging by his slowing thrusts, I could tell that he was nearing his too. Within moments we released as we screamed out in ecstasy.

As Ashley rolled off me, his eyes connected with mine. I could read the hunger still in them, but I was so tired I didn’t know if I could do a round two like that. I bit my lip in contemplation. I had an idea, but I wasn’t that type of girl, not really, but I really wanted to satisfy his hunger.

I flipped myself over his knees.

He cocked his eyebrows in interest and I just smirked at him.

I leaned down and took his erection in my mouth. He eagerly bucked his hips. My fingers traced patterns lightly on his hip bones as I bobbed my head. His moans filled up the room and soon enough he released into my mouth. I swallowed and laid myself down on his chest, listening to his thudding heartbeat.

His fingers grazed my back down to the apex of my thighs and back up again in a relaxing, yet arousing pattern.

“Did that light up your night?” He asked.

“Definitely,” I breathed, “How about you?”

“It was amazing. I haven’t done this in a while.”

“What, fuck?”

“No, had sex in a more…intimate way. I’m normally a fuck and done type of guy, but…”

“But?”

“I don’t want you to be just a one night stand for me. I really enjoyed what we just did, whatever it was.”

“Well, if you do decide to move to the area, I would be more than happy to do this again with you. Maybe we could continue to light up the night together.”

“I’d like that,” he smiled.

I smiled back at him.

I laid my head back down on his chest and listened to him sing me to sleep, his heart being the drummer, keeping the beat.

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