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  BENDING OVER TABLE THREE

  A Breaking Old Habits Bonus

  By: Melissa Bender

  ©MelissaBender2016

  “I think I’ve changed my mind,” Ayla said, hesitating. “You should go.”

  “I think I should stay, but that isn’t up to me, is it?” I would not admit it, but I was disappointed with suddenly calling it a night. There was probably no chance of us seeing each other again.

  “This was a bad idea,” she said, but her expression and words did not match. Her eyes were full of lust; I could tell. It was the same look she had given me in the bar when she grabbed ahold of me.

  Was she feeling it too, this thing between us?

  Leaning forwards, I leant across table two and reached for her hand, stroking my fingers over her soft skin. “You say those words, yet here we are. You invited me in… or do you want me to convince you to stay? Is that it, Ayla?” I asked.

  She looked down at our hands. Her shoulders lifted but fell again as she shrugged. With a sigh, she said, “I don’t know.”

  It was just sex. Nothing more. Yeah, fucking right. It was always more.

  I decided to remind her of how all of this started, that we were here because she led the way—that after walking around the Sydney Central Business District, she led us here in the café where she worked. I guessed she was more than a mere employee as she had a set of keys and the alarm code. “You told me I needed to buy you a new pair of panties; You should be fucking wet. You want me to fuck you.”

  “Blunt enough.” Her gaze flickered, and her cheeks reddened.

  “You’re the one who chased me. We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t gripped me by the shirt and begged me to save your arse from ‘king dick kong.’” I reminded her. “Not that I minded because I was more than happy to help a beautiful woman out.”

  She leant forwards, and I felt the tension between us. It was something I had never felt before. This was not a need-to-fuck-and-then-cum kind of tension. It was one that I wanted around.

  With her still not saying a word, I continued. “Am I making your cunt dripping wet?”

  Her top teeth sunk into her plump pink lower lip, biting down as her chest pushed out. “Yes.”

  I had no doubt about that. I grabbed my coke and swallowed down the half that was left. “I’m heading home if you don’t want me here, Ayla. I’ve made it clear what I want. Now it’s your turn to tell me what you want.”

  She leaned in closer, standing as I did. “I don’t want you to go just yet.”

  It was there. I could not hold back as I grabbed her by the face and crashed my mouth to hers. Her taste was better than I could have ever imagined as I pinned her against table two with my body, sliding my hand on the lower of her back and urging her forwards. There was no resistance from her as her hands slid their way up my shirt, curling as her fingers worked my buttons. The lights were low, and the curtains were drawn, but I’m sure our silhouettes were noticeable as I pulled her to me and reached down between her thighs.

  Sneaking my hand up her skirt, I discovered her already soaked panties, pulled them aside, and found her cunt.

  “I—wait…” She gasped but did not stop kissing. “Not like this. Wait.”

  By the time she said that, my fingers were already thrusting inside her tight pussy. My cock is straining on my boxers. “How do you want it then?” I pulled back momentarily for her answer but was met with nothing. I found her G-spot and thrust harder.

  She moaned and bucked her hips forwards. Her face was flushed, and her eyes shut close. “Yes,” she moaned once more.

  Quickly, I pulled back to undress and noticed her tear-stained cheeks. Fuck. “Am I too rough?”

  “No.”

  My cock was throbbing. I smirked. “Suck my cock.” I grabbed the base of my shaft, pushing it towards her as she knelt and eagerly took me in. At the point of almost coming, I pulled back. She was gentle and tender, but I did not have anything to compare it to, so it was better than fucking nothing. “Do you still want this?”

  “I want it all.” She smiled.

  I wondered what she was referring to for a split second, but I cupped her arse and lifted her back up onto the table, pushing her down with her legs spread wide apart. My face dove between her thighs, and my tongue started a long, slow lick up and down her slit. I paused at the top to swirl my tongue around her clit. Her hands were in my hair, pulling as I slipped my middle finger into her pussy, sliding it in and out.

  “I’m going to come.” She cried out again, and it was music to my ears.

  I kissed down her inner thigh, biting a little before standing and moving up her body. Her pert breasts felt like heaven under my palms as I squeezed, massaging it. I quickly moved aside, finding my wallet and pulling out a condom.

  All sheathed, I pulled her closer. I leant in and kissed her. We stayed in that embrace for a moment, holding her steady as her legs still trembled. My cock pressed against her entrance, and her hands gripped the cheeks of my arse tighter.

  She was soaked as I pushed in deeply, thrusting all the way to the hilt with eagerness. Immediately, I froze. It was tight—very tight. By the look of pain on her face, I realised what had just happened.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you mention you were a virgin?” I felt the need to ask.

  Her reply came more casual than I expected. “It never came up.”

  I pulled back but stayed inside her as my breathing grew rapid. It was not just because she felt so fucking good, but because I had just taken her virginity on a god damn café table. Fuck. “I can stop.”

  “I don’t want you to.”

  “Your first time should be in bed.” I pointed out. Her first time should have been better than this.

  Her hands roamed, making their way up and around my neck as she tilts her head back and looked up. “You can fuck me in your bed next.”

  Smirking, I leant in, hungry to kiss her. My cock slid into her once again as I squeezed her ass. I moved faster, grabbing her hips tighter with my other hand. She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as I wrapped my right hand around the back of her hair, grabbing them tightly as my tongue drove into her mouth.

  She gripped the table, her breathing ragged as I picked up the pace. “You’re amazing.”

  I groaned, leaning back to watch as my cock slid in and out of her. “Of course, I am. You don’t know any better.”

  Rolling her eyes at my virginity comment, she leaned back, and I got an eye full of her breasts bouncing. “Maybe I should compare you to the next guy I screw?”

  “No fucking way am I letting you go.”

  Panting heavily, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. I sat up with her legs locked around my waist, fucking her back.

  I felt my orgasm reaching as my balls started to twitch, and her pussy contracting and squeezing around my cock had me blowing before I could stop.

  Catching my breath afterwards, I rested my forehead against hers. I then placed kisses down to the crook of her neck softly. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, I whispered, “Where have you been all my life?”

  “I could ask you the same.” She smiled, dragging her nails up over my back. Her touch was soft as her hands cupped my face.

  I was not ready to leave just yet. I needed more and was not sure I could give this—whatever this was—up. “Come back to my place?” I asked though I was not really asking.

  Her naked body flushed red, and with my marks all over, she stood, walking towards me with a grin. “Yeah, I’m going to need a shower, and umm… I really want to do that again.”

  Me fucking too, baby.

  Make sure to read the whole story when you buy Breaking Old Habits available on Amazon!

  About the Author

  I’m wife to a FIFO miner. Mother of three. Passionate foodie and a vivid dreamer. Living in a small beach town in the lovely Tasmania. I spend my time between home and down at the beach, making memories and capturing the moments.

  When I’m not glued to my laptop, I’m either in the kitchen creating recipes, cooking, or having a Netflix binge session. Often, I find myself drifting off into the world of make believe, getting lost inside the stories I write. I write because it’s my passion. I want to create a world for my readers to get lost in. For them to swoon and fall in love the way I do with each character made. Oh, and I love starbursts!

  Sweetly, Melissa xx

 

 

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