Lust Ch. 02

"Do you need a top-up there miss?" The bartender was drying the last of the glasses from the noon crowd. He eyed it critically in the light and then carefully lined it up with the rest on the shelf. She used a finger to push her glass a few inches towards him and nodded. A bead of sweat trickled down her ribs as she watched his big, work-worn hand reach for the bourbon.

She caught his scent as he leaned over to pour her drink. In the heat of the afternoon he smelled of clean sweat and aftershave. She'd been watching him for hours now, enjoying the way he moved. He was a young man, tall and broad-shouldered, with hair slightly in need of a trim. His face was square-jawed and kind-eyed and he smiled easily. Patiently she'd waited as customers left, one by one, until it was just the two of them left in the small bar.

She fished a bill from her dress and slid it towards him. "Got change for the Rock-Ola? I could use some music."

"It don't work right, just pick a song and it plays, you don't need a coin." He picked up a sack of peanuts and began refilling bowls along the bar.

She slipped off her stool and went to the player in the corner. She felt his eyes on her as she crossed the room, and she cocked her hips as she leaned over the machine to read the song list. She heard peanuts spill to the floor and smiled to herself.

She found a zydeco she knew and pressed the button, slipping her shoes off as the machine clunked and whirred. The music started and she took the rhythm in for a moment before she began to move. Relaxing into the music she danced with smooth abandon, letting her body lead without restraint. She grabbed her dress in her hands and swept it around with her, letting it ride higher and higher up her thighs. As she danced she stole glances at the bartender, staring transfixed at her in rapt attention. She smiled at him and closed her eyes, letting her body close the distance between them.

The song ended and she stopped to face him, breathing quickly. She could feel her heartbeat between her legs, the growing insistence of the Need. She lifted her hand and and extended it to him.

"Dance with me."

A shadow crossed his face and he pulled his eyes away from her. "I've got a girl, we're gonna marry..." His voice trailed off.

She laughed sweetly "Your girl isn't here, just us two, and it's only a dance."

She watched him lose his inner battle, and her heart broke a little for the girl.

He walked to the player and chose a song, something slow and jazzy began to play and he stepped to her. She felt his big, rough hands wrap around her waist and the Need thundered, almost overpowering her. Her inner thighs felt slick as they began to dance.

He moved confidently, taking the lead and turning her around the floor. She felt the strength of him, the play of his smooth muscles under her hands as she held on to him. The smell of him was maddeningly, achingly male. She bit her own lip to keep from biting his. She spun in his arms and pressed her back to him and he pulled her tight. The hardness she felt against her made her want to purr with triumph. She turned to him again and her hand slid up his thigh, all pretence abandoned. He leaned down and kissed her, hard, and her tongue found his. The music was forgotten.

She shoved him backward and he nearly stumbled as he came up against a chair. She pushed him again and he sat down hard. She immediately straddled him. His hands were all over her; across her back, down her ass, over her thighs, up to her tits. He filled his hands with her soft, yielding flesh as she kissed him, savouring his sweet breath mingled with hers. She felt his hardness throbbing beneath her as she ground against him.

The Need howled inside her. She lifted herself and reached down to undo his pants and his cock sprang free. He yanked the shoulder of her dress down, exposing her breast, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gripped his cock firmly and he moaned against her chest as she lowered herself onto him. She felt herself stretching around him as he filled her, and then the Need took over. She rode him shamelessly, bucking her hips and grinding her clit against him as they fucked. His hands gripped her hips as he matched her gyrations with his own thrusts.

"Oh...God..." he moaned, and she flinched as if slapped. She covered his lips with her own to stop the words.

She rolled her hips faster, she could feel her pleasure building quickly now, she was close. Maybe this time, maybe at long last...

Her world narrowed to the sensations in her clit as she felt herself peaking, edging closer and closer, and then...receding. Whimpering in frustration she bore down with renewed vigour, shutting out everything except her building orgasm. The Need clawed and shrieked inside her, she had to have release. It built again, growing closer, peaking...and then receding again just out of reach. Why??

From far away she heard his moans, felt him swell inside her.

"Not yet!" she hissed, but it was too late.

He bucked hard against her, fingers digging into her hips, and then tensed. He gasped and shuddered as his cock pulsed and his cum fountained inside her.

"NO! NO!" she howled in frustration. Abruptly she stood, freeing his still-dribbling cock, and gripped his shirt in her fists. With shocking strength, she hurled him to the floor.

She sprang on him, pushing her cunt down onto his mouth, muffling his protests. She rode his face like an animal, panting and growling as she fucked his mouth. She felt it again, the rise, the crest, the edge of release, and then nothing. She stood again, her face a mask of rage, and he scrambled back from her. Frantically she rubbed her crotch, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a wordless snarl as she chased release. The Need burned in her, unrelenting.

"Take it back!" she screamed at the ceiling, "Pleeeeeease!"

Turning, she fled from the bar, leaving him alone in the sudden silence.

Stunned, he lay there for a while while his racing heart slowed. Blood oozed from his nose into the mess of his own cum on his lower face. He wiped the worst of it away with his sleeve and then climbed to his feet to find a towel.

As he cleaned himself up he re-lived the memory in his mind. The way her passion turned to frenzy, the strength of her, the desperation in her voice, the pain. Inside he felt the churn of his confusion and fear turn slowly into something else. He realized with surprise that his cock was hard again.

He wanted her again. Or someone. Anyone. He felt the Need begin to grow.