Billionaire Bartender: A Second Chance Romance (The Buckeye Series) (19 page)

He fell to his elbows and squeezed her tight, fulfilling her every desire. Their chests rubbed together, stimulating her sensitive nipples. His slow seduction was working her into a second frenzy.

In this position, her clit pulsed for an orgasm, but Liz held out. She wanted to savor Oscar all night. “My turn.” She bucked up and to the side. He fell out, she gasped at his withdrawal, but kept rolling until he was flat on his back.

“I want to show you what I’m good at.” She rocked over him, keeping him ready, stretching out her seduction. This time he closed his eyes. “Uh, uh. Eyes up here.”

“You feel so good. I’m so tempted.” He stared into the eyes of the woman that captured his heart, while dressed as a bumblebee. He marveled at the beauty offering herself to him.

She flung herself down, plunging her chest on his. “Are you tempted for this?” She kissed him gently on the lips. But her peck was only a divergence. She raised slightly, and sunk back onto his cock.

“Ooohhhh,” he moaned, his lip quivering against her.

She captured his lip and stretched it back as she righted herself up into a sitting position. Riding him slow at first, she buried him deep in her grasp. Her gentle grinding ramped up in speed, accepting him deeper and faster, she bounced with passion. Taking pleasure in her fantasy coming to life.

“I can’t hold out. I need you.” He lunged up, holding her around the waist, careful not to stray his cock from her pussy. “Oh, Liz, oh Liz. Why did you wait so long to come to me?”

“Don’t ask why. It’s time to come now.”

He had to have her, hard and his way. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted him to take her too. He tipped her back. Their embrace broken, he took the opportunity to pull her into position on the bed. With her head just bending off the edge of the mattress, he spread his legs around her hips and plunged forward.

She rested her legs on his shoulders, even though nothing else in her body was resting. Every ounce was climaxing together with Oscar. Pacing was over, he thrust with all his energy. In and out he rammed, fueling the fire for maximum explosion.

“Damn, you’re so—”

“I can’t—”

“Oh, Liz—”

“I—”

“I—”

He didn’t finish his sentence. His face wrenched, spreading an orgasmic smile across it. Riding with his excitement, Liz squeezed onto his cock and bubbled up an explosion of an orgasm herself. His cock shook, releasing a warm tidal wave of cum. He pulled out, shooting most of his joy between her legs.

She convulsed, writhing on the bed, blissfully hoarding the tremors of subsiding waves pulsing through her.

With a blink, her ecstasy diminished and she returned to the here and now. Oscar was still in his position, nuzzling pelvis to pelvis with her.

She sat up on her elbows, grinned and didn’t notice the low back of the throat giggle escape from her lips. “Hmm, mmm.”

“Hmm, mmm. To you too.”

“Do I really make that sound?”

“Let’s see.” He tilted her head by rubbing his nose up her jawline to her earlobe. Before kissing her, he blew in her ear. She shivered. He continued, with a lick, then a suck, then a full pucker kiss behind her ear.

“Hmm, mmm.” She shook rolling away. “You win.”

“And you’re sexy.”

“So what now?” She marveled at the man she’d dreamed about and wondered if her fantasy would end here. If she’d wake up and regret her actions. Would he run now that his curiosity had been fulfilled? Her mouth dried up, her chest heaved as she worked herself up into a panic.

“Liz!” He took her in his arms. Enveloping her in his space. “Shhh, I’m not leaving.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I want to be here. Do you want me here?”

“I don’t know what came over me. Maybe we rushed this too fast.”

He laid down on the bed with her, settling her head on the pillow and spooning in behind her. “I’m here Liz. I’m real, in love, and not going anywhere.”

“I love you too. My amazing bartender.” She drifted off to sleep in his embrace, confident that her dream with Oscar was just beginning.

Chapter Thirty Six

Waking not to the sound of an alarm, but to Oscar snoring next to her put a tickle in Liz’s tummy. It was one thing to have a sexual one night stand only to have your partner sneak out in the middle of the night. But to wake up next to the man you love was intoxicating on a whole other level. She watched his chest rise and fall as he slept and yearned for time to stand still. It didn’t, Liz’s phone on the nightstand rang, waking Oscar.

“What time is it?” he asked.

She scolded her phone, swiping the screen and ignoring the call. “It’s 7:30. Go back to sleep.”

He folded one arm over his face. “You sure have a lot of sunshine in this place.”

“I know, I should’ve warned you.” She kissed him on the shoulder and rolled on top of him. “Last night was amazing.”

“Yes it was. You’re amazing.” Their naked bodies squirmed across each other. Their skin tingled, crawled even to start up some sensual friction again.

“Maybe we could—” Liz kissed down his neck to his chest. Her phone rang again. “Damn!” She sat up on top of him.

“I’ll get it,” Oscar said in a ‘honey I’m home’ voice. His arm stretched out to the phone on the nightstand faster than she could stop him. “It’s Chris.”

“Ignore him.” She knocked her phone out of his hand, sending it tumbling to the ground. “I’m yours now.” She wriggled her hand under the covers, looking for a morning surprise. The phone rang again.

“I’m not answering it.” She rolled over flat on the bed.

“Please don’t.” Oscar sat up and kissed her on the forehead. “I’m going to get donuts.”

“You’re leaving?”

He caressed his fingertips counterclockwise around her nipples. “Stay here. Stay beautiful. I’ll be back in a jiffy and with the best donuts you’ll ever have.”

I love Sunday morning donuts. And morning after sex donuts. So many donuts to love.
She watched Oscar step into and pull his tight jeans up and over his firm ass. “I could go with you.”

He shook his head and pulled his t-shirt on over his head. “I’ll be right back.”

About a half hour later, she spied out the front window that Oscar had returned with a box of donuts.

He was at the end of the drive. She opened the door to greet him, but her father met him first.
Oh crap.
Her heart sank. The man she hadn’t told her parents about was handing her dad a box of donuts and picking up the morning paper for him. She rushed out to join them.

“Hi Honey,” her dad called out to her. He slapped Oscar on the back and Liz watched in a panic as he ushered him into the house.

Why? Cause he has donuts?
She picked up the pace in her step and rushed into her parents house. “Dad?”

“Liz, look who’s here,” her dad said, taking a bite out of a maple glazed.

“You know Oscar?” Liz turned to him for the answer.

Oscar shrugged. “Been bringing Bill home for years. James has always been friendly.”

“Morning, dear,” her mom Chloe said, entering the room. “Oscar who dragged you in this early?” Her mom surveyed Liz in her rushed outfit. “Help me with the coffee Liz.”

She followed her mom in the kitchen, where she was greeted with the curious cat face her mom always gave her when she was trying to hide things from her. “I met Oscar at the Buckeye and he stayed over last night.”

She didn’t have to worry about the “married woman talk” with her mom. They’d had several discussions after she’d filed for divorce and moved in. They were on the same page about her moving on with her love life as soon as possible.

“He’s a real catch. I’d always hoped you two would meet.” Chloe picked up two coffee mugs and Liz followed her in the other room with the other two. “So Oscar, we finally get to grill you on what you do for a living.” She smiled.

“Yes son. Bill says you bartend, but that’s no career. What do you do for a living?” James asked, handing his wife a donut.

Yes. Thank you dad. Now I don’t have to ask him.
Finished filling the mugs with coffee, Liz sat in the seat at the table next to Oscar and waited for his answer.

Unfazed and even looking a little relieved, Oscar told the truth. “I do only tend bar at the Buckeye part time. I owe so much to Bob. My career is—”

Liz was waiting on the edge of her seat for the rest of the sentence.

“I have a few restaurants in town. Have you been to The Collector’s Diner or Gerald’s Steakhouse?”

“I love that little diner,” Chloe said. “Every inch of the place is decorated with cute little collectables like bells, spoons, playing cards, doll furniture, and the most adorable teddy bears.”

Oscar shook his head. “I know. The owner is a massive collector of everything. You should see her house.”

“You said you owned the restaurant,” James said.

“Sorry sir.” Oscar straightened himself in his seat. “I invest in people and their businesses. Technically we’re co-owners. But no matter how much money I invest, a place like the diner really belongs to the one with the original vision.”

So that’s it. He smart with his money and helps people by investing in their businesses. Why have I been scared to ask him about this?
“Mom, dad, I know you need to get ready for church, so I’m stealing Oscar away.”

A short round of hugs and Liz pulled Oscar out of the house, leaving the rest of the donuts for the grandkids that would eventually show up to eat them.

Chapter Thirty Seven

“That wasn’t so bad,” Oscar said, taking Liz’s hand and swinging it in between them.

“You had me scared there for a minute. When dad dragged you in the house. It hadn’t occurred to me that you’d know my parents.”

“Ahh.” Oscar pointed to his temple. “Serving Bill drinks all these years was part of my master plan. I knew somehow it would lead me to you.”

“You’re full of shit.” Liz’s face lit up with an idea. “Race you to the shower.” She took off running to her house with Oscar a step behind her.

Stripping off their clothes as soon as they stepped inside, Liz and Oscar kicked off shoes and peeled out of clothing all the way to the bathroom. Liz reached the nozzle first, since Oscar’s tight jeans were harder to remove than her dress.

Leaning in she turned on the water and crooked a finger for Oscar to join her as she backed into the streaming sprays. Water ran over her shoulders and drizzled down into her cleavage. She knocked her head back and wet her hair.

 
He stepped in and shut the plexiglass shower door behind him. Pulling her in close, he held her allowing the water to pool between their torsos. “You are so beautiful.” He tilted her neck to the side and kissed it. He reached for her ass, the warm water bounced off her face, but only for a moment, before he maneuvered her against the tile wall.

The cool tile surprised Liz and she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward. Oscar was ready, he had her shampoo bottle out and squeezed a dollop in his hand. Then the cleaning began. He soaped up his hands and covered her breasts with bubbles. Moving lower, his soft sensuous hands attended to her dirty little pussy. Gliding his fingers in, he explored the depths of her folds as he cleaned.

“Hmmm, mmm. You’re dirty too you know.” She transferred a handful of suds from her chest to his cock. Running along his shaft and cupping his balls, his arousal hardened in her grasp and he stepped back from the soapy exchange.

“I’m really dirty,” he said, pushing her down by the shoulder.

“I can see.” She knelt in front of him and licked her lips. With her mouth watering for his cock, she rinsed him then plunged her lips on her prize. She licked down his shaft to his balls and back again.

“More,” he pleaded, twisting his hand in her wet hair.

She stretched her mouth wide and consumed his hard cock. Sliding back and forth on his rod. He helped, holding her in his grasp and guiding her faster and impaling her further on his cock. “Oh, Liz I need you.”

Oblivious to the hot water pounding on his back, Oscar kept pounding her mouth and she hungrily devoured his cock.

“Oh, oh.” He tensed and pulled her off.

“Time for the main event?” Liz slid up his body and positioned up and around on his hip.

He expertly slid his lathered up cock into her wet pussy. They were matched height wise, so it was easy for him to thrust his cock into her from a standing position. She clenched onto his dick holding him tight within her eager tunnel. He wrapped his arms around her and plunged upward. Spearing her with his hard cock, she buckled under his strength.

They fell, pulling apart. Leaving the water running, he pushed the shower door open and urged her out to the bathroom rug covering up the cool tile floor.

“I won’t make it to the bed.” He took her by the ankles and stretched her legs wide. Plowing in quick, his wet dick slid in far and fast. He thrust forward, scooting her back. He grabbed hold of her, wrapping his powerful arms around her thighs. Plunging again he hit his stride and the two rocked on the floor.

“Ohh, ohh,” she moaned.

“That’s it. Enjoy it baby.” He slowed down and twitched her clit with his thumb. “You need this too.”

She bucked harder on his cock. “That’s it—right—there—oooooohhhh!” Her orgasm surged, her muscles converged, and Oscar thrusted harder in her pussy. One final slam and his cock thumped with an explosion in her tunnel.

“Ohhh.” He collapsed on her chest. Their hearts raced as one. “I think we need another shower.”

A quick innocent rinse and the pair were washed and drying off. Liz pulled a dress on over her head. Oscar sat on the edge of the bed and attempted to pull his jeans inside out.

“What do we do now?” Liz asked, tossing his shirt to him. “The kitchen.” She walked out to the living room to grab a hair clip for her wet hair.

“Liz, you’re not upset that I’m not just a bartender. Are you?”

“Oh, no.” She took his hand. “I’m relieved that you’re successful. And I can tell you’re down to earth and not over obsessed with money.” She sat on the sofa and twiddled her thumbs. “To tell you the truth I was worried I might have given you the wrong impression. I don’t hate rich guys, just rich assholes. I guess.”