Chapter 1: Introduction
It was nearing the end of my usual day. As a corporate lawyer working in the city, I spent eleven hours slogging away in the office. I often worked from home, so whenever there was an opportunity for fresh air and conversation outside of the office, I took it.
As I reached the end of the street to turn into my apartment complex, I noticed the warm, familiar yellow light of our local bar. My favorite Irish bar, Doyle’s, had seen its fair share of days with me and Mark.
Memories of cheap beer and shots flooded back. The thought of catching up with my old friend, who knew me before the business suits and ungodly hours, led me to the entrance.
The smell of aged wood and alcohol hit me the moment I opened the heavy door. Nostalgia followed. I made my way to the back, where more discreet booths allowed for whispered secrets and loud laughter.
In the dimly lit corner, I found Mark, with his welcoming smile, waving at me.
The years had been kind to my best friend. Mark's tousled blonde hair and sea-blue eyes captivated me as I slid into the worn leather booth across from him. The bar had barely changed.
“Alexis! I was starting to think you weren't coming.” Mark exclaimed, getting up to give me a friendly hug. With his arm still wrapped around my shoulders, he called out our regular requests for a couple of draft beers.
We exchanged stories of our days, mine filled with board meetings and corporate espionage, Mark’s revolving around diaper changes and teething.
Mark leaned in, his voice low, “You look more incredible than ever, Alexis.”
I could feel his hand lingering on my knee, his thumb gently caressing the fabric of my suit. The liquor loosened my inhibitions, and I allowed myself to stare into his eyes for what felt like a moment too long.
“Mark,” I sighed, moving closer. Our lips met in a rush of forgotten emotions.
My left hand gripped his shoulder while the right one reached for his floppy hair, tugging gently. Mark’s free hand trailed up my leg and cupped my aching core. As he pressed his thumb over my clit, I moaned, melting into him.
He pulled away from our kiss, “Alexis, I want you. Now.”
His lips trailed past my ear and down my neck, sending goosebumps all over my body.
“God, yes,” I breathed, feeling his stubble on my cheek.
Mark’s fingers teased me forcefully, applying just the right amount of pressure to leave me craving more. I was hungry for his touch. I wanted to savor every moment while letting go of all the stress that came with being a lawyer.
He slid his hand under my skirt and forcefully pulled my panties to the side. Then he buried his face between my thighs. His tongue darted and flicked against my clit like it was the first and last drop of water in a desert.
The dampness between my thighs intensified as I arched my back; his tongue was unrelenting. Like a predator toying with its prey, he drew out every twitch, every shiver I had to offer.
"You taste so damn good," Mark mumbled against my swollen flesh before his tongue continued its feast. My legs began to tremble, threatening to buckle and alert the rest of the bar what was taking place in this secluded corner booth.
All the control I had worked so hard for in my professional life surrendered to Mark's teasing fingers.
A sudden rush of pleasure shook me, and I couldn't help but cry out his name. My breathing quickened as the intense waves of release cascaded through my body.
Our eyes met in the dim light as I tried to control my ragged breaths. I tugged at Mark's belt, pulling it free from his pants with an obscene ease. As my fingers wrapped around his throbbing member, he let out an animalistic groan.
Mark's thumb pressed almost painfully into my clit, reigniting the burning need between my legs.
I wanted him inside me, no matter how inappropriate or forbidden. My grasp on his manhood tightened as I guided him to my entrance.
“Fuck, Lexi,” Mark hissed through gritted teeth. “You want this?”
His eyes shone with desire, and the slight vulnerability reflected in them made my decision to say yes an easy one.
“Yes,” I whispered back. “Make me forget the world.”
Without hesitation, Mark plunged himself deep within me, sinking into my warmth as I gasped in pleasure.
And just like that, we became one, lost in a single moment of carnal ecstasy. His thrusts grew frantic, each one as urgent as the desire that fueled it. The scent of our arousal filled the small space of the booth, with the wet sounds of our lovemaking echoing through the bar.
"Mark," I panted, raking my nails that much harder across his muscled back. "Don't stop."
His arms enveloped me, drawing me closer with each passionate thrust.