TITLE: Coworkers at the
AUTHOR: by Bre
EMAIL: bre_chznone@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: No, but thank you for asking.
No infringement intended!
DISTRIBUTION: Warriors & Lovers, my site.
Otherwise, please ask Zo or I.
AUTHOR’S
NOTES: This should be read after
"Coworkers..." and before "How Does the Washer Work
Again?"
This belongs in the wonderful series "Spontaneous Liaisons" being
written by
Zo
and I. No Buffy only POV. Both.
RATING: NC-17
FEEDBACK: Please... begging isn’t
necessary... but that doesn’t mean I won’t resort to it!
SUMMARY: A new way to clean that
dirty counter.
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He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Everything around him reminded him of
her tight ass, her supple breasts that had the most delicious dusky nipples...
or so he imagined. He had yet to experience that little perk...
Even the goddamn fries were a cause
for a hard on. Just the thought that she had touched them was enough to send
him spiraling into a well of need and desire. Lust would be a more appropriate
name for that feeling. Strong, hot lust roaring through my veins for that
little woman.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could
see her talking to some young teenage boys. She smiled flirtatiously, as if
they hadn’t just gone done fucking against some lockers a few hours ago. She
looked perfect. Not a mark on her beautiful skin nor a hair out of place.
The skin underneath her clothes was a different
story.
Not paying attention to the mousy boy
that was giving him instructions on how to use a grill - as if he didn’t know
how to use a fucking grill - he allowed his brain to wander back to the
delectable flesh that is Buffy. He could only imagine the scratches on his
back. Just the thought shot shivers down his spine...
"Hello? Are you even listening to
me? ‘Cause if you aren’t, I could go be doing something better with my
time."
Angel’s eyes refocused on the boy
standing before him. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. He had a
rich nest of freckles on his cheeks and nose and dark brown hair. It was an...
odd mixture with his features.
"I’m listening," Angel said,
keeping his boredom to a minimum. He needed the job. He needed the money if he
was going to get out of his Mom’s house. And, plus, there was the fabulous
bonus...
"Good. Now, this dial..."
Angel’s mind began to wander again as
the boy spoke a mere ten words.
Angel felt a hard tingling in the pit
of his stomach at the memory of her strong vaginal walls clenching him and he
felt his pants become noticeably tighter.
Angel cursed.
It was only ten in the morning.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
Without the fucking, he thought
unhappily as Buffy moved towards the ladies room.
***
"Buffy."
Wesley was behind her in a quick
second. Buffy looked behind her in surprise as she stilled her washing of the
hamburger grill. "Yeah?"
"I know that you’re opening
tomorrow and that you do have a life but I need a favor."
Buffy lifted an eyebrow. She couldn’t
count on her fingers and her toes put together how many times she had done
Wesley a favor and stayed late for him. She always argued that she had a life
to attend to, which was a sad lie. Sighing, she smiled.
"I can stay, Wesley. Nothing
going on tonight that can’t wait until tomorrow."
Wesley smiled at her gratefully.
"Wonderful. The boys are at home and Lilah appears to have ran off
again."
Buffy smiled. "Really. It’s fine.
No excuses. Am I the only one left?"
Wesley shook his head as he moved
towards the door, his hat off and a dark coat in his hands. "No. I believe
the new boy is in the back somewhere... Angel, is his name."
Buffy felt her back stiffen. Angel was
still here. And they were all by themselves. Buffy wanted to tell herself that
she should yell after Wesley to come back but she knew that it was a lie.
But she also knew that it was very
unlikely that she would be getting a repeat performance of what had happened
that morning. She couldn’t have been that good, anyway.
Waving to Wesley, she felt her happy
spirit weigh down slightly. What the hell was he doing here late anyway?
Shouldn’t he be eager to get the hell out and find someone who could actually
respond better? Plus, he probably did this with everyone he meets on the first
day at the job. A way to get closer to a higher place in the small corporate
ladder.
Asshole.
***
Angel watched her from where she had
just waved goodbye to Wesley. She was alone. He was alone.
What a perfect situation.
As the day had gone by, the hard
feeling in his pants had become increasingly uncomfortable. He found himself
"exploring" the large freezer a couple of times just as an attempt to
relieve the pressure. He would normally move on to the bathroom and jack off
but he the only way he wanted to come was when he was between her strong legs,
fucking her until she screamed.
Her hips were shaking as she pushed
the scrubber against the grill. He could see her muscles flexing as she worked.
She was a beautiful piece of art if he had ever seen one...
Angel watched as she moved away from
the grill, picking up a washcloth as she threw away the other. Running it under
some warm water, she began to wipe down the counter. The counter... such a
wonderful place to serve food... make food... eat... food...
"Do you need any help cleaning
up?" he asked as he moved away from the corner.
Buffy turned around quickly, her eyes
wide. How long had he been standing there? "No. Actually, you can go home,
now... if you want."
"Are you sure?" Angel asked,
his eyebrow raising. "I can be mighty wicked with a washcloth."
Buffy chose not to think about what he
just said. "Really. I can close up."
"I’ll stay."
"And do what? Watch me
clean?" Buffy snapped. Angel chuckled.
"No... I don’t watch. I do."
Buffy raised her eyebrows skeptically,
once more ignoring the innuendo. "Really?"
Angel smirked. "Yeah. Like
fucking you on that counter."
Buffy froze. Did he just say what she
thought he just said? No way... she was imagining things. She had to be. Then
his fingers were on her back and trailing downwards along her spine and she
felt chills run rampant through her body. She shivered.
"Or eating you out... fingering
you... kissing you... Whatever you’d like," he said as he moved closer to
her. He saw the goose bumps rise on her skin. "Do I scare you?"
Buffy was more into it than she would
have liked to admit. "No."
"Good."
Turning her around, Angel tossed the
washcloth away before picking her up and setting her on the counter. "I’m
going to take your pants off... and then..."
His long fingers were at the button to
her pants before she could have even thought to protest and she lifted her hips
without him having to ask as he pulled them down her legs. Slipping her shoes
off easily, her resumed his position before the counter. He looked down at her
and smiled.
Buffy closed her eyes, leaning her
head back as he moved down her body. He nipped at her breasts and she arched
into his touch, knowing he could feel her hard nipples. But he continued on,
lower... lower... Buffy gasped as face pushed into the crotch of her panties.
Widening her legs, she draped one leg over his shoulder as she lifted the other
closer towards her chest.
Buffy heard a tear and opened her eyes
only to close them almost immediately as he licked a hot trail down her cleft,
causing her to buck her hips towards him in blatant invitation. He kissed her
softly as he moved back up, his hands anchoring her hips to the counter as he
pushed himself further into her. Flattening his tongue, he pushed it into her
tight hole and felt her slick walls clenching against him. Buffy cried out
softly as his nose bumped against her clit, her hips moving regardless of his
hands to her own rhythm.
As a river of her juices came flowing
from her, Angel moved to lick her puffy lips before taking her clit into his
mouth and sucking roughly. Buffy cried out brokenly as she arched her hips
towards him, her intent clear. Swirling his tongue around the swollen nubbin,
Angel listened as her cries grew louder and louder, her strangled voice echoing
through the restaurant.
With a sudden jerk, she came, a scream
in the form of his name erupting from her lips as she sat up straight, her hand
pushing against his head as he continued to suck. Riding out her orgasm, Buffy
arched her back as he finally bit down softly, causing a wave of intensity to
rush over her.
Several minutes passed as she laid
back down and sighed softly. The sound of a zipper being released didn’t
trigger anything in her mind nor did his hands lifting her legs. When she
finally moved on the counter, she opened her eyes to see what he was doing only
to find herself staring at his large manhood, poised at her entrance.
She found herself aching for him, her
hole clenching rhythmically as if waiting for him to finally thrust into her.
She didn’t have to wait long as he smoothly moved into her, his hands holding
her legs up and apart, causing deeper penetration.
Small grunts and loud moans were heard
throughout the
He complied, grunting with the
exertion, turning into a small moan at the end as Buffy gasped his name before
once more releasing a loud scream, his name following on her lips, her walls
rippling rapidly.
Opening his eyes, he jerked as he
spilled his hot cum into her waiting body. He could see her nipples clearly
through her shirt and he fell forward onto her chest. He could feel her erratic
heartbeat as he sighed, fighting his body for control once more.
"Guess you’re going to have to
clean the counter again."
Fin