"Something like this."
Logan turns and leans against the counter. He knows what's coming. I drop to my knees. He's ready for me. Logan's cock almost bursts out of his jeans, waiting. I unzip him, reach for his throbbing cock. I kiss the tip and gaze up at Logan. He's waiting. I circle the tip with my tongue and Logan throws his head back and pants.
"Just put it in your mouth," Logan pleads. I let him suffer.
I suck the tip. Hard. Let the tip hit the roof of my mouth. I take his cock out of my mouth, lick from his balls to his tip. Logan's knees are shaking. I smile. He tries to press my head down on his cock. I slap his hand away and press his fingers hard against the edge of the counter. Logan cries out in pain. I spit in my hand and twist my fingers around his cock. Logan moans. I put the tip in my mouth and then the whole thing. Logan cries out. Logan's cock hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, but Logan doesn't notice because his knees almost buckle. He hangs onto the counter. I suck harder, I jerk him faster. I spit in my hand again and take one of his balls in my mouth, then the other.
"Stop!" he cries, but I don't listen. My tongue detects the beginning of a hard orgasm. I gently rub his cock against my lips, like I'm putting on lipstick. "Jesus Christ." says Logan. "I remember that interview."
"I thought you would."
Logan takes my hand and helps me back on my feet. I lean my back against the counter. Logan slips off my shirt and bra again and kisses my neck. "I'll never forget your first day," he whispers. "So cute and nervous."
"Yeah, but you made me feel right at home," I say.
Logan kisses his way down to my tits and licks my nipple, then sucks my nipple, then bites my nipple. Hard. I gasp. Logan's hand holds me by the small of my back, the other hand pinches my erect nipple. I cry out. Logan reaches for the caramel frappachino, dips his finger in the mountain of whipped cream and gently lays whipped cream on both my nipples. He licks it off slowly as he rubs my clit and sticks two wet fingers inside my pussy.
"Oh god, just fuck me, please!"
Logan laughs. He puts two more little dots of whipped cream on each nipple and this time sucks it off and then kisses me hard on the mouth. I taste the sugar from the whipped cream. Logan lifts me onto the counter and sucks my clit, bites my clit, and I'm so happy Maggie has the radio on in the back room. My stomach muscles convulse. I grab whatever I can and clench my teeth. Logan makes shapes with his tongue in my pussy. The counter is wet.
"Logan, please, I can't take it. Please just fuck me. I'll do the shelving. I clean out the back room. Please!"
Logan flashes me a victorious side-smile and takes me down from the counter. My knees give out underneath me. Logan catches me and turns me to face the counter. Logan grasps my hips and enters me and I cry out. With one hand Logan reaches around and gently rubs my clit. With the other, he cups my tit. Logan moans. I moan.
I catch something from the corner of my eye. It's Maggie. My heart sinks. Maggie sits in a reading chair. I know Logan doesn't see her, but I do. Maggie's pants sit in a pile on the ground. Maggie's smooth legs are spread apart. With one hand, Maggie rubs the clit of her wet, shaven pink pussy. The other hand squeezes one bare tit. Her nipple ring sparkles at me. I stare at Maggie. Maggie stares at me. Logan thrusts into me harder each time, his swollen cock sliding in and out and as his juices mix with mine. I tighten my pussy muscles around his cock. And then I cum for the first time. I moan loud and I turn toward Logan and he lifts me onto the counter and I set my leg on his shoulder and he fucks me even harder as I rub my own clit, his cock so swollen I can barely stand it. I turn to stare at Maggie as she licks her lips. She's almost coming. And so is Logan. I cum again. Logan shoots inside me. Hot wetness explodes inside me and I can't take it. I want to scream. I can see Maggie cum. She sticks two fingers in her pussy as two fingers rub her clit hard. Her orgasm leaks onto the chair. I want to go over there and help her. I want to suck her swollen, red clit. But that would make things complicated, wouldn't it?
Logan puts his pants back on. I get dressed.
"Shelve these goddamn books, Elizabeth," says Logan. I don't argue. Maggie smiles at me and I smile at her, too.
