Can’t Fight Love

Chapter 13

I smiled as I began to apply mascara. My smokey eyes and nude lips were perfect. I admired myself in the modest bathroom mirror. It was hot, so my hair was in a top knot. I was wearing a black and floral body suit, short black leather shorts and thigh high black leather boots. 

I could feel Xavier's eyes bore into me, but I would not give in and look at him. I was afraid if I did, I wouldn't make it to work. He had more buttons undone, showing the short chest hair and his tanned skin. His sleeves rolled, one arm was across his chest while the other held a rocks class with whiskey. 

"What time will you be back here?" Xavier's deep voice rolled through me and my heart began to race. 

"Listen," I sighed a little, "it's really ok, I've been here a lot..." and as I was about to finish my argument, Xavier moved to me. 

I refused to look at him as the click of the glass hitting the counter made me jump. One of his hands found my hip while the other hand slid up my side, tickling me, and I let out a faint giggle. His hand continue to glide up and began massaging my tit. A little groan escaped me.

"What time will you be here?" His lips pressed against my neck. He was warm, smelling like sandalwood, honey and whiskey. I uncontrollably leaned my head back exposing more of my neck to him.

"The bar closes at two," I reply breathlessly, "so three?"

"What time are you working tomorrow?" his tone is more demanding, his lips move with more fierceness on my skin. My core was hot as I pressed against his erection.

"I open the other shop at 7am," I sigh. I hated working these hours. It was going to be a tough day. I start calculating the times. I stay up at Jane's house with no driving tonight, then drive the hour to work tomorrow, or I could drive the hour home tonight, and have a 15 minute drive in the morning, or I could drive a half hour tonight to  Xavier's house then a half hour in the morning. 

I don't want to admit that driving here tonight is my favorite option. Here, there is a warm king bed with a really handsome man who just wants to f**k me. 

"I don't want to keep you up," I say a little heavy-hearted tone. My hours were the worst sometimes.

"I have an easy day at work tomorrow," he moved away from me and I felt a little cold. Xavier grabbed his glass and walked out of the bathroom exclaiming, "You're gonna be late."

I looked at my phone. Shit

**

I walk into the cigar lounge, right on time.

"Yuh late," Jane looks up from behind the bar. The cigar lounge is small, intimate. The smoke eaters are running, but the jazz is drowning out the noise. The dark walls and furniture was a complete contrast to the bright lights behind the shelves on the walls behind the bar. Jane was a sight, brown hair with golden highlights, light skin and bright blue eyes. She was smoking a cigarette in the corner.

The other side of the bar, there were giant cases filled with all types of cigars and cigarettes. It was the first smoking bar in the city, and there were only two others now. But this one was the oldest, and the best. We had customers from all walks, as there were colleges, big hospitals, and a huge population.

There were two regulars at the bar, and both welcomed me. Jane was smirking. "I am not late," I protest, "It is 5pm on the dot."

"Yeah," she takes a drag, "and your usually heah 15 minutes early," and blows the smoke out, "and there ah very few reasons why yuh late," she chuckles, and the regulars chuckle as well, "and I happen to know yuh kids are on the other side of this country."

"Yeah," I smile putting  my stuff behind the meticulous bar, "so what's your point?" I turn to face her, placing my hands on my hips. 

"Who is he?" Jane's bright blue eyes shimmered. 

I look to the regulars, now thinking back to the Mexican restaurant. I knew these guys from this bar, but what if they knew someone. 

"Who says it's a he?" I raise an eyebrow, and I hear whistle and "oh man" come from the customers. I wink.

"Slore," Jane laughs. She walks by me and slaps my ass. When Jane and I are behind the bar, we entertain and in turn, make a lot of money. Monday nights were our favorite. A lot of the restaurants and service businesses are closed and in the service industry you smoke so you can get a break, which means they LOVE coming to a smoking bar. A lot of our waitress and hairdresser friends find their way here, and the older guys who smoke the cigars and sip the expensive whiskey, they caught on. Monday's were a popular night. 

"I will tell you all about him later," I wink, "But first, what can I get for you?" and I turn to the customer. 

**

I look at my phone and I have three messages. 

Xavier: see you later, text me when you're on your way so I know

Dusty:It's Monday

Dusty: Should I leave the door unlocked?

Shit. Dusty was a high school friend. I had a super crush on him and one night, leaving the bar shortly after my divorce, he slid into my DMs. He is a bartender so we have the same schedule, which makes him super convenient. He also wants to keep everything between us super secret which is EXACTLY what I wanted (rumors travel fast) so we had a lot of rules, no sleepovers, no visiting each other's bars, etc. Monday night's I usually go to his house. He's got a huge d**k and loves to f**k. We have known each other so long it's weird how comfortable we are. 

"So where are you going tonight?" Jane asked as she stacked the last bit of chairs, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. 

"Well, Dusty just texted me," I explained, "but it's not a problem, we are not dating." 

"Obviously," Jane says.

"But like, it's making me painfully aware of how much time I have spent at Xavier's house." and I begin to think about him. 

Jane didn't know me before the divorce. We only met after I got my job here, which happened right after. She doesn't understand the 'never again,' mentality. 

"Uhhh ya go to fuckin Xavieah's" she scolds, taking the cigarette out of her mouth. Her strong New England accent makes me chuckle. "Really," she continues, "if he's as hot as you say he is, he just wants to f**k, and has this beautiful little house on a lake?" she scoffs, "and he has no kids or baby mama?" she's shutting off the lights "get a ring as soon as possible,"

We walk out of the bar and lock the doors, always together. We walk to our cars, "You know," she begins, "my door is always open to ya," she turns to me. Jane and I have been best friends for a very short time, but it was like my soul knew right away she was good for me. 

"I know, but I am going to Xavier's," I smile. 

"Good." she winks, "Love ya," and she gives me a hug, "now take ya mom car and get that fine ass some D" and she gets into her little car. 

I laugh and shake my head. I get into my car and text Dusty that I am not coming by. I then text Xavier: on my way

**

I pull up the driveway and I am anxious. I feel guilty now as I see the light on. I walk up the stairs and hear Bogey. I smile but I feel so bad. 

I walk into the house and pet Bogey, he's not looking for a lot of love and goes right back towards the bedroom. 

In the kitchen there is a glass of wine with a note on top, 'In case it's been a long night'

It f*****g has. I take the wine and I sip it. I know I smell like smoke, so I take my night bag and head to the bathroom. 

After a long shower I look at the clock, 2:45am. I set my alarm for 5:45am. Three hours. I can do this. 

I apply all the lotions and brush my hair out, drying it as much as I can with a towel. I pull up some cheeky panties, and stay topless. The warm summer breeze coming through the windows just felt right. I entered the bedroom and let out a breath with a smile.

He was beautiful. The moonlight shone in, Xavier was on top of his white pillowy blanket in just his black boxer briefs. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply. 

"You coming to bed?" his eyes stayed closed but he smiled.

"I thought you were sleeping," and I kneel onto the bed, crawling slowly this way.

He opened his eyes slightly to look down on me, "Well you were so f*****g loud," 

"I am sorry," I smiled seductively, bringing my face near to his d**k. I let my warm breath brush over his boxer briefs.

A deep chuckle came from his chest. His c**k grew hard immediately. I rubbed the outside of his boxers with my hand. He moaned slightly. 

"What can I do.." I breathed heavy and my fingertips found the top hem of his boxer briefs. He chuckled and squirmed at the tickle.

"Oh I have an idea..." his eyes were now locked with mine and I smiled widely. I grabbed his boxer briefs and pulled them down over his c**k as it bounced up.

I grabbed the base of his c**k and ran my tongue from his balls to the tip of his manhood. 

"Ohhhh," he moaned, so f*****g hot.

I took his whole d**k into my mouth, well as much as I physically could. I worked him, up and down, with just the right pressure. The hottest thing anyone giving a blow job could do is act like you love it, but I did love it. The power you possess while you're in the position is addicting. 

It only takes minutes before Xavier is gripping at the sheets, "Oh my god," he moans, "I'm gonna c*m," and that is my cue to keep the exact pace and speed.

Moments later, I feel the hot, warm semen hit the back of my throat. I keep pumping. Xavier starts shaking, and I smile to myself. I will suck the soul right out of him. I move a little more.

"Oh my f*****g Goddd" Xavier exclaims again. I suck up the last bit of him and move back to my side of the bed. I just leave him there naked.

"Good night Xavier," I say sleepily. I smile to myself, this boy is in so much trouble, and I drift off to a beautiful three hour slumber.