Nothing complicated is all I was looking for. Between work and school, fun was the only thing I had time for outside of my commitments. I’m always on top of everything, but tonight I was looking to get under someone deserving. Someone that wasn't afraid to satisfy. Someone that didn’t need constant reassurance that “it was good”. I needed a man that could take me where I needed to go. Confident and unapologetic.

My schedule put me at work an hour early so I decided to finally stop by the coffee shop next door. I've been passing by this place for nearly three months and have been meaning to try it out. I wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up. Spiced chai with a double shot and a splash of oat milk was the caffeine kick I needed to make it through my shift. Just coffee. Hopefully they can deliver. 

Opening the door to the coffee shop, the scent of fresh roasted beans and spiced baked goods awaken my senses and I was confident this was a good choice. The place is empty save for a lone barista, which isn’t weird for a Tuesday at 4pm. As I stepped up to the counter I was in for a surprise. It’s not every day gorgeous looks you in the eye and asks how you’d like to be satisfied. The name tag said Tim and the sharpness of his jaw cut open my desire. The slight stubble adorning that chin and those hazel eyes were enough to spark my appetite. Looks like I'm going to work early. We run through the pleasantries and I place my order. 

“I can do that,” he says followed by “So you work at the sub shop next door right?” I’m a bit caught off guard. How does he know that? I've never seen him before. 

“That’s right, how’d you know?” I ask while returning my card to my purse. While looking down, the Sandy’s Sandos logo prominently displayed on my grey company shirt answered that question. Get it together.

“Lucky guess,” he says with a smirk. I return the slight smile before I even realize. It’s not often I get this feeling but one thought crosses my mind. I want him. 

He sets about preparing my order, and I eye the display case while waiting patiently. From quiche to those high top muffins that cascade over the paper sleeves, this place had it all. Picture perfect as they were, I was craving something more… substantial. My gaze wanders upwards and I'm surprised to see Tim leaning over the case lazily holding my order and waiting for me to break out of my daydream. He’s quick.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asks while his outstretched hands offer up  my hot latte. 

I reach out for my order and gently let my fingers brush against his as I grab the cup. I bristle at his touch and that confident smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His smile is light and inviting but those eyes burn with an intensity that seems to peer straight through to my core. 

“Maybe,” I say before taking my first sip. The earthy espresso and spiciness of the chai is well balanced by the creamy, slightly nutty oat milk. A near perfect latte. Tim can deliver.

I let him know how good the latte is and that I appreciate him giving me exactly what I wanted.

“No problem. I live to satisfy,” he says. Still leaning over the counter.  The words give me a chill and tell me all I need to know. 

“Is that right?” I ask? His head cocks to the side and for a moment he seems to be working through something in his head. I don’t break eye contact but take another long sip from my paper cup while looking up at him. As I lick the frothy milk off my lips, Tim gently bites his lower lip. 

“That’s right,” He said, seemingly making up his mind as he draped a toned forearm over the pastry case.

His palm turns up and an index finger beckons me forward. I take a step forward before I even realize it, and I’m powerless at the boldness of his gesture. I don’t even notice that my teeth are gently tugging at my lower lip when I realize how wet I am. 

I set my cup on the counter and my forearm touches his. The words left my lips as naturally as I came to his call. 

“How are you going to satisfy me Tim?”  I ask while leaning in.

He leans even closer over top of the case and brushes my hair behind my ear with one confident stroke. I feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek as he whispers 

“I'll show you. The Ladies room code is 4669.” 

Standing to his full height, he pulls his apron off and over his sandy brown hair and hangs it behind him. I head to the restroom down the hall with a wave of excitement running through me. I think to myself I’m fucking doing this! while typing in the code. A red light flashes and I’m instantly annoyed. Typing it again gives the same result. 

“What the fuck Tim?” I say under my breath and turn to walk back to the counter but a hand placed on the wall stops me cold. 

“I said ladies room” he says while pointing to the clear as day men’s room sign plastered atop the door. 

“Right,” I giggle, but before the embarrassment can set in, I’m whisked into the ladies room. I step backwards and press my hands to the cool bricks as he closes the door. With my back against the wall, I hungrily eye my prize up and down. Through his v neck thermal I spy a strong chest attached to a tall, fit frame. Sleeves pulled up to his elbows show off a powerful pair of forearms that I long to be wrapped up in. My eyes drift down to his black slacks that I can't wait to tear into and the last sober thought that crosses my mind is, I deserve this. 

Falling into my habit of taking charge, I drop to my knees and begin to work at his zipper. Before I can unveil my treat, my wrists are wrapped up in a pair of powerful hands and I’m guided back to my feet and against the wall. With arms pinned above my head, Tim’s left hand traces from my brow down to my jaw. His confident fingertips gently lift my chin up to face him. He eyes me hungrily and says,

“Not so fast. I’m going to take my time with you.”

”Okay,” I say in a sheepish tone that surprises me. I think to myself, What are you doing to me Tim? It’s a day of firsts and I don’t care. Whatever this man wants, he’s going to have it. He’s going to have me. 

The feeling of his stubble scratching my face as he kisses down my neck sends a wave of desire crashing through me! Both his hands run down my body and grip my waist making me feel weightless. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist, drawing our bodies together. Hungrily, our lips meet and the taste of mint mingled with my chai is an intoxicating flavor that I’ll never forget. Feet back on the ground, Tim slips a warm hand down my leggings and instinctively I spread my legs to give him access. 

He truly lives to satisfy. Lips pressed to my neck, one hand cupping the nape of my neck and the other teasing me with those confident fingers was enough to make me take flight. The way his touch excited me seemed illegal in its perfection. I surrendered to his will as he pushed inside of me and for the first time in what seemed like forever a moan of true ecstasy escaped my lips. Suddenly, a massive hand over my mouth brought me out of my reverie. Opening my eyes I saw Tim’s soaking wet finger pressed to his lips. Yes sir I thought. 

“I’ll be quiet but just don’t stop” I begged in a breathy whisper.

He nodded and moved his glistening finger from his lips to my own and without hesitating, I tasted myself off of him. His devious smile told me I'd been good and for my reward he pulled my hands down to his waist. In a blink, his belt was undone and my right hand was wrapped around my prize. 

“Jesus Tim” I said aloud as I looked down. I’d never seen such a magnificent cock. I wanted him. No, I needed him. Now! 

“I need you. Fuck me!” I begged. 

“I can do that,” he said with a smirk. Cocky bastard.

Before I knew it, I was up in the air. My leggings were draped over my boots. knees to my chest and back pressed against the wall. His massive hands were cupped around my ass and I felt perfectly supported. My arms were wrapped around his neck and I was ready to take whatever he could give. I stared straight into his bright hazel eyes as he steadily lowered me onto his cock. My jaw had no choice but to drop open. My lips spread apart as the head of his cock pushed into me and the satisfying fullness I felt nearly made me scream out but Tim said keep quiet. So I did.  

“Just the tip,” said the cocky bastard as I arched my back and my head rested against the wall. Rocking his hips forward ever so slightly, he gave me more of himself. I could feel myself dripping down his tip no doubt soaking his thick shaft. Biting my lip was all I could do to keep quiet but how long could I last?

Had a little too much fun writing this. Tell me if you want more :D

~Harper