Page 34 of When I Come Back
Travis nods then walks toward the kitchen; he isn’t a man of many words unless the topic is his daughter, Melody.
“Travis, wait!” I say to stop him. “How’s Melody doing?”
The smile that lights his face at the mention of his daughter warms my heart every single time. I swear she’s the light of hislife, no one could convince me otherwise. “She’s much better. The doctors kept her Saturday night, as you know, and gave her some IV fluids. By yesterday morning, she was a lot better, so they discharged her. Then she woke up this morning back to normal, acting like nothing happened.” He laughs as he says this.
“Kids are resilient that way. I’m really glad she’s feeling better though. I was worried about you two,” I reply with a small smile. I start to clean the mess I’ve made and gather the silverware I’ve wrapped into the bin we keep it in for the servers. As I slide out of the booth, Travis walks the couple of steps over to me and places a hand on my shoulder.
“Thank you, Thea. I appreciate how much you care. It really means a lot.” Then he stalks off toward the kitchen.
I take a deep breath to get my emotions under control. The employees here are like family. That’s the atmosphere we wanted to cultivate when we reopened as RED. We never wanted anyone to feel like we didn’t care or that they were just here for a paycheck. Every time I’m reminded that we accomplished creating that kind of culture, it makes me so fucking proud.
I stand up from the booth and hand the bin to our server, Tiffany, as she walks by. The idea I have is… more than a little inappropriate and never something I thought I’d do at my place of work, but here we are. If I think much more about it, I’ll change my mind, so I hurry and make my way back to the kitchen to find Cary. I push through the swinging door, letting my eyes wander until they land on the man who’s been invading every one of my thoughts since yesterday. The second I see him in full chef mode, my resolve sets in.
I walk toward him just as he’s garnishing another plate, doing the thing with his fingers again, instantly making me wet. Those fucking forearms are going to be the death of me.
Thankfully, Travis is already talking to Josh, so I don't need to explain to Cary that he’s no longer needed in the kitchen. I place my hand on his arm once I’m close enough, then stand up on my toes until my mouth is close to his ear. I whisper low enough so only he can hear me, “Meet me in my office in three minutes.”
I look back over my shoulder as I walk away, and he’s already removing his apron with a smirk on his face.
Knock, knock, knock.
I jump up out of my chair and open the door as quickly as I can. I poke my head out and look around, making sure no one else is paying attention. Then I reach out my hand, grasp the shirt at his chest in my fist, and pull him into the office, quickly closing the door behind him.
“Thea, what the—” Cary starts, but I don’t let him speak. If we talk, I might change my mind, and I really,reallydon’t want to change my mind. I slam my lips against his. This isn’t a sweet or seductive kiss. It’s messy and hungry. It takes no time at all for him to catch on, and his hands are instantly wrapping around me and pulling me closer.
After a few seconds, and knowing I may lose my nerve if I don’t escalate this quickly, I pull away from him. “As much as I’d love to keep kissing you, I have a favor to return.” My voice is filled with lust, and the moment the words leave my lips, his eyes darken a shade. They remind me of a stormy night over the ocean, bolts of lightning striking down from the sky.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out as I unbutton his dress pants. I hold his gaze, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, as I slowly pull the zipper down, reaching in to feel him already erect through his boxer briefs. The moan that escapes his lips as I wrap my hand around his base sends a chill down my spine. I give it a small squeeze, feeling it harden more in my grasp then pull away.
Bringing both my hands to his chest, I push him roughly against the door. The movement elicits a playful laugh from Cary. “Where isthiscoming from, Lemon?”
My lips pull into a smirk as my hands slowly drag down his body, feeling the outline of his abs through his shirt. When I land on his hips, I shimmy his pants down, my body moving toward the ground with them. With my knees planted on the floor, I look up at him through my lashes and put my hands back on his waistband. He brings his hand to my mouth, running a thumb along my bottom lip while his fingers curl under my chin. He applies just a hint of pressure, pushing my head back so my chin is tilted up toward him.
“Open up, baby.” His voice has a husky edge to it now. I do as he says, opening my mouth for him, and he pushes his thumb in, pressing down on my tongue. “Now suck.” The command would bring me to my knees if I wasn’t already on them.
I hollow my cheeks around his thumb, my eyes closing shut with the sensation. He groans as I suck and run my tongue over it. His other hand finds its way into my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his fist and pulling at my scalp. The burn brings a moan out of me.
He jerks his thumb out and pulls my head back to look up at him. “Pull out my cock, Lem.”
I waste no time pushing his boxer briefs down his thighs and freeing his cock. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in eight years. People can say what they will about dicks, Cary’s is goddamnbeautiful. He’s not massive in terms of length, a solid seven inches. But those seven inches are gloriously girthy and veiny with a glistening pink tip. Seeing him again brings back all the pleasurable memories of our past together.
I stroke my hand over it from root to tip, giving another small squeeze when I get to the head. As I run my finger over his slit, I lick my lips thinking about what I’m going to do. I lean in toward him, his fist still wrapped around my ponytail, and run my tongue up the underside of his cock. There’s athumpthat fills the room as he leans his head back, eyes closed, hitting the door.
“Goddamn, I missed your pretty fucking mouth.” His voice is so raspy now it almost doesn’t sound like him. I bring my lips to the head of his cock, wrapping them around him and running my tongue over the tip to taste his pre-cum. His moan is verging on too loud, so I squeeze his outer thigh before popping off of him.
“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop,” I warn. He shakes his head in response as I wrap my lips back around him. I hollow out my cheeks as I suck, getting a rhythm going. His moans have quieted some, but the closer I get to deep throating him, the more frequent they become. Drool slips from the sides of my mouth and lands on my legs. Cary always loved it messy.
He pulls on my ponytail again, eliciting a burn in my scalp that makes me groan just as he’s hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck, fuck,fuck, baby. Keep going just like that.” His words are making me soaking wet. I can’t stand the ache in my core any longer, so I pull my hand from his thigh and reach under my skirt that’s already hiked up my legs from sitting this way. I push my lace underwear to the side and start circling my clit to try to relieve the building pressure. This was supposed to be about him, but I’m burning up from how turned on I am.
Watching me, he says, “Fuck, yes, baby, get yourself off with me.” The sight turns him on even more because he takes over and starts thrusting into my mouth harder. He knows how much his dirty talk and possessiveness turns me on. I squeeze harder at his base with my hand as he pushes in and out of my mouth at the same time that I apply a bit more pressure to myself.
I gag as he hits the back of my throat and holds himself there for a few seconds. The sounds filling the room are obscene, but that just makes me more desperate for release. Cary’s getting rougher as the seconds go by, signaling he’s close. All I can think about is how turned on I’ll be tomorrow knowing my throat is sore from taking his cock so deep. The thought sends me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me hard. I moan around his dick again, and that must be the last straw for him.
“I’m about to come, Lem. Shake your head yes or no if you want it.” Of course I shake my head yes. I’ve never once pulled my mouth away when he came before. I pull my hand from under my skirt and place it back on his thigh so I’m ready for it. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
Fuck. He knows how much I love praise. I swear to God, you’d think nothing had changed between us. Spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow him down greedily, not wanting one drop to escape my mouth. He pulls out, giving me a moment to catch my breath. His breathing is so heavy I don’t think he’s come down just yet. I take the moment to run my tongue over his shaft, cleaning the remnants of his release.
Once I’m done, he’s pulling me up to my feet and crashing his lips onto mine. While he’s still kissing me, he takes my hand and pushes it under the hem of my skirt. His lips pull away from mine just far enough to speak. “I want to taste you again, Lemon. I want you to go back to work with both of us on your tongue.”
